Dean opened his eyes and looked at Everly. Her eyes were closed and it looked like she was asleep but he knew better. He moved closer and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
"I'm not going anywhere or trying anything funny so don't even think about pulling out that gun under your pillow to put a bullet in my ass," he said.
"Are you always like this?" She asked.
"Pretty much," he chuckled. "Go back to sleep, Everly. I'll wake you up later."
He got out of bed and found his clothes on the floor. He put on his briefs and left the bedroom. He walked downstairs and found the kitchen. He put on some coffee and looked in her fridge for something to eat. For a woman with her amount of money, she didn't have anything out of the ordinary. He took out some slices of toast and some eggs. He put the pieces of toast in the toaster and cracked some eggs in the pan. Her perfume hit him and he smiled to himself.
"I told you to go back to sleep," he said.
"You're making eggs. They're done before I even fall asleep again," she said.
He turned around and smirked at her. She was wearing his shirt and he was pretty sure there was nothing underneath.
"What makes you think I'm cooking for you?" He asked.
"I don't think. I know," she said.
She jumped up to sit on the counter. She lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the counter as well. The shirt slid up to her hips and revealed all her naked glory underneath.
"You're playing a dangerous game," he said.
She let her eyes wander down to the bulge in his briefs and then back up with a smirk on her face.
"You don't seem to mind," she said.
He pushed the pan off the hot burner and let his hand wander up her thigh. She mewled lowly as his hand came closer. He ghosted his fingertips over her clit and smirked at her.
"Dean, please," she whispered.
He pushed two fingers inside her and grinned at how wet she was. He moved them in and out a couple of times and listened to her low moans. He pulled them back out and sucked them dry in front of her. She furrowed her brows but he just grinned again. He turned back to the stove and placed the pan back on the burner.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She asked.
"Breakfast," he answered. "If you eat up like a good girl, you might get dessert afterwards."
"Fuck you," she said.
"You wish," he said.
He looked over his shoulder and winked at her.
"I hate you right now," she said.
"I know. You're supposed to," he chuckled. "Anyway, eggs done. I hope you're hungry."
"This is why your father never wanted us to meet. He knew you wouldn't be able to satisfy me," she said.
"Hey, no need to lash out," he said.
He put the pan on the table and stepped up between her legs. He grabbed her under her knees and pulled her to the edge of the counter so she could feel his stiff dick hidden away in his briefs.
"As you can feel, I'm dying to be inside you again," he said. "But we need breakfast so we have the energy."
He kissed her and lifted her down from the counter. He grabbed the slices of toast and put them on the table as well. He found butter and orange juice in the fridge, and finally sat down himself.
"You're as bad as me," she said.
"Yeah? You like to play a little with people too?" He asked.
"I thought you already got that last night," she said.
"I didn't use my safeword," he said.
She snorted in laughter and reached for a piece of toast. He couldn't help but smile everytime he heard her burst out in laughter like that. It sounded so real and beautiful.
"I love your laughter," he said.
"It feels good to laugh. I don't do that a lot," she said.
"Keep me around and I'll be your clown everyday," he said.
"I might do so, pretty boy," she said.
He chuckled and grabbed a couple of fried eggs for himself.
"We need to talk though," he said.
"That sounds serious," she said.
"It is serious," he said.
"I haven't even known you 24 hours yet. It's too soon for a serious talk," she said.
He sighed and reached over to take her hand.
"Everly, someone tried to kill you last night," he said.
"I know. I was there," she said.
"We need to talk about it," he said. "Any idea who it was?"
She took a bite of her toast and thought about it while chewing and swallowing.
"I've had this bad feeling inside for a while. It feels like someone is breathing down my neck and just waiting for the right opportunity to take me out," she said.
"Last night proved that," he said.
"I can think of three people it might be," she said.
"Who?" He asked.
"Roman Reigns. I crossed him a while back by accident. We got our wires crossed somehow and whoever he was chasing ended up getting away because of me. It was a wrong place at the wrong time type of situation but it's hard to make anyone already paranoid because of our chosen way to live believe that," she said.
He chuckled and nodded. Roman wouldn't be an issue. He would make sure of it.
"Then there's my little sister," she said.
"My father mentioned you had a sister," he said. "Tiffany Stratton, right?"
"Aka muscle Barbie," she said. "She kept our father's surname. We don't have the same mother and my mother is way cooler than my father so I have her surname."
He chuckled and moved his foot over to caress her ankle under the table.
"It's okay to feel sad about having a fucked up family," he said. "I only had my father and he tried his hardest to keep me away from this life while also training me for it. He was a weird man. I always thought he wanted me to do the same as him but in another town. As if he wanted to own the world."
"He wanted to protect you but he knew he couldn't. He often told me you have a mind unlike any others and you don't listen to any reason, yet you always come out on top," she said. "He was proud of you, Dean. So unbelievably proud. He just didn't know how to tell you."
He smiled and nodded. He always felt his father was proud despite never being told directly. It was good to hear from the one person he knew his father had treasured highly that it was the case.
"Thank you for letting me know," he said. "Who's the final person?"
"Right, we were having another conversation," she chuckled. "That's Drew."
He coughed and looked at her with wide eyes.
"You're suspecting your own boyfriend to be behind your assassination attempt?" He asked.
"Maybe," she shrugged. "I can't think of anyone else but those three. Well, I can put down the names of anyone connected with our world but most people don't wanna start a war like that. They don't know exactly who I am connected with that might be coming for them. It needs to either be someone ranking high like Roman or Drew, or someone stupid like Tiffany or Drew."
He laughed at her putting Drew in both boxes. He gave her hand a squeeze and shook his head from side to side.
"It wasn't Roman," he said.
"How do you know?" She asked.
"Because he was the one whispering in my ear about it going down last night. He heard rumors on the streets but didn't know who had ordered the hit or if it was even true. He came to me with it because he knew my father wanted me to protect you. You would never have believed him if he had contacted you. You wouldn't even have chained him up. You would have put a bullet in his skull and gone to the party," he said.
She stared at him for a couple of seconds and then blinked.
"So Roman's not mad at me?" She asked.
"No, he wants to thank you," he said. "It was Sami that got away that night, and Roman was angry for two days until he tracked down Sami. Sami was hiding with Kevin who was another one on Roman's hitlist. Because of your fuck up, he ended up getting both of them instead of one. It was a lucky accident. He sniffed around and realized you were there in another business and had no idea about him being there. He told me that if I managed to make contact with you and come out of it alive that he would like to meet with you one day to personally thank you and maybe discuss future business plans. You know, scratching each other's backs when it's needed. I'd like to be part of that exclusive circle too. Let's build up a whole new empire that no one can touch."
She took another bite of her toast to give herself a few seconds to think it through.
"Do you expect me to trust Roman just like that?" She asked.
"Okay, let him prove himself to you," he said. "I know you already have a plan. You're always three steps ahead. So let me hear it."
"Let's tell them where I am," she said.
"Are you expecting them to arrive for a battle royal for their lives?" He asked.
"No, we'll tell them three different locations. I'll tell Drew and Tiffany that I need some time alone, and you run your mouth to Roman about the same thing. One of them will show up to kill me or at least send someone to do it for them," she said.
"And we'll have people waiting at each location, right?" He chuckled.
"Right," she nodded. "I will personally be at one of them myself."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I'm not a coward," she said.
She took another bite of her toast and smirked at him.
"You better make me cum at least twice before we put this plan in motion. If I'm gonna die today, at least let me die happy," she said.
He jumped up from his seat and went around to her side. He pulled her up from the chair and pushed her up against the counter. He pushed his briefs down, grabbed one of her legs, and held it up against his side while he entered her. She tilted her head back in a loud moan, and he leaned down to run his tongue up her throat.
"At least three times!" He growled. "I'm gonna make you wet my dick so much that you'll be begging me to stop."