Chapter 1
Theo watched the strobe lights flash over the crowd on the dance floor, the way bodies grinded against one another, the way everyone came together as one. The club was especially packed tonight, seeing that it was a party for a wedding, and their regulars were there. Theo spotted Derek in the crowd, playing security for the night.
Derek and Theo were in the mob, simple as that. They owned a business together, Hale&Raeken, making it one of the most successful businesses the west coast had ever seen. Their parents were best friends with one another, generation after generation of their families being in the Mafia. Theo and Derek had met, both of them being the same age. They never did the killing, that was someone else’s job, but they handled the money. Sometimes if someone didn’t pay up though, they’d go and handle it themselves.
Theo made his way down to the main floor, scouting with Derek, watching the people come and go through the crowds, to the bar, to the bathrooms, to the main rooms. He made eye contact with Derek and nodded, signaling that Derek could now go and watch from upstairs. Derek was about to, but a commotion caught both of their attentions, both of them heading for one of the stages. Stiles, AKA Suga, was being yelled at by a man in his late fifties, pushing and smacking him around. Theo knew Derek had a soft spot for Stiles, Stiles was 19, just fresh out of his associates program at Berkley, and had come home, looking for a job that paid easy money. Derek had found him, and offered him a spot, which started their friendship. Derek felt a bit more for Stiles than just friendship. On Derek’s 20th birthday last year, he told Theo he wished that he and Stiles could date, that Stiles would feel the same.
Theo shook himself out of the memory, watching the altercation die down as Derek manhandled the older man out of the club.
“You okay, Sti?” Theo asked, and Stiles nodded.
“Yeah, I’m cool dude, don’t stress about it.” And then he got back to work.
Theo nodded to himself, walking to the door with Derek. Theo raised a brow when Derek came back panting.
“He’s taken care of.” And they left it at that.
Theo nodded, assured Derek that Stiles was fine, and they both went back to work.
Theo walked the perimeter of the ground level, a few people catching his attention. He forgot to mention, they were werewolves in the mafia, both Alphas. He had already flashed his eyes at a few people, getting them to back off of others not wanting the attention.
He switched with Derek once more, the clock hitting twelve, indicating it was now morning. His shift would end in three hours, then he could go home and sleep. He watched more of the dancers, more of the crowd. The dancers tonight were Erica, Stiles, Malia, and a new girl named Allison. All of them were pretty close, all of them going to the same high school, Allison and Stiles going to the same college. He liked them all well, but he couldn’t get too close, just for their safety.
“Wild crowd we’ve got tonight, boss.” Theo looked over, seeing Josh, his right hand man at the club. Now, Theo and Derek were good with money, but Josh was a genius with it.
“Yeah, Diaz, it is.” He responded, looking back down on the crowd. He spotted Derek sticking to the side of the room with Stiles, looking over and seeing Erica with one of her regulars, Boyd.
He smiled a bit, happy that his employees and clients were happy. He hopes that it stays that way. Happy customers means better business.
Him and Derek closed up eventually, around three, waiting for the dancers to change. They always walked them out to their cars, making sure they got home safely. What, they might be part of the mob but they protect their own.
Theo and Derek looked over when Stiles and Erica came out, Erica taking Theo’s arm, Stiles taking Derek’s. They walked the two to their shared car, both waiting until they were buckled and the doors were locked. They walked back, taking Allison and Malia next, getting them to their cars as well. They locked the doors to the club, bidding a goodnight. Theo headed to his BMW, unlocking it. Yeah, he had a douchebag car, but he had to uphold an image. He turned the car on, putting it in drive.
He made his way down main street, observing the people walking. He had made his way to the end of the strip before something caught his eye. It was a kid, well, he thought it was a kid. He drove closer. Nah, the guy was about eighteen, maybe nineteen. He was getting harassed by an older gentleman, the man throwing slurs and pushes at the man. Theo noted that the man being harassed was beautiful, his long brown hair, long eyelashes. He needed to get closer to see his eyes.
He got out of his car, making his way towards the two of them.
“Aye!” Theo yelled at the older of the two, both of them turning towards him. “You get off on harassing young men?” He asked, edging closer to them.
“This fucking whore didn’t put out for me tonight. He gave me blue balls.” The man sneered, and Theo just raised an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, and the younger looked embarrassed.
“The least you could do is make him give me a blowie.” Theo just rolled his eyes.
He turned towards the older man, grabbed him by the hair, and kneed him in the balls, sending him down onto the ground.
“Now you’ve got black and blue balls. Go home and make your wife give you a blowjob.” He said, dragging him by the hair, and pushing him into his car.
The man put his hand out to stop Theo, but Theo slammed the car door on his hand. He walked around, going to the other man. He put his hands out, showing good will, and the younger nodded, albeit hesitantly.
“Are you alright?” Theo asked, checking him over. Then it hit him.
This man smelt amazing. He smelt like vanilla, cinnamon, and like sweet almonds. It was the sweetest thing Theo had ever smelt.
“Yeah, I’m used to this, sir. You don’t have to stay. You’re probably tired.” The younger pulled away gently, out of Theo’s grasp.
Theo whined, wanting to bring the man closer to him, wanting to take him home, claim him, mark him.
“It was no problem, I just want to make sure that you’re alright.” And Theo was telling the truth. He wanted this man to come home with him.
“I’m fine, sir. Enjoy your night.” He watched the guy walk away, and his eyes were drawn to his ass.
Damn. He smelt nice, and he had a nice ass. He needed a name.
“Wait! What’s your name?” He called out, and the hottie turned around, giving a blinding smile.
“Liam. Dunbar. Night, Mr. Raeken.” The man—Liam—winked at him, walking down to the end of the strip.
Theo spluttered. He knew Theo? How?
Then it hit him.
He was one of the most popular men in all of California, a tie with Derek. Of course Liam, such a wonderful name, would know him.
He got back into his car, wanting to follow him. Wanting to take him home, wanting to make him his own. Okay, calm down lizard brain.
He passed by Liam, seeing him flash a dazzling smile, grabbing a man who looked to be a little older than Theo by the hand, and taking him up to a hotel room. He growled a little, wanting to go up and rip the other man to shreds. He calmed his alpha down, heading to his own apartment.
He was met with dreams of blue eyes, plush lips, and a dazzling smile.
-------------------------------------------------
He woke up later in the day, around one in the afternoon. He had a missed call from Derek, telling him that they had a meeting to attend to tonight, that it was important for both of their families to be there. He groaned, but saw that he had at least five hours before having to deal with his parents and brothers and sisters.
He got up, heading to the shower, wanting to wash the sweat and dirt and grime from the night before away.
He felt his hand start to travel down from his chest down to his crotch, the memories of Liam flooding in. He imagined what Liam would look like under him, what he’d look like riding him, what he’d look like, lips around his cock.
He jerked off, fast and hard, thinking about all of those things, the mental image not going away until he came, thick long ropes coating the walls. He panted softly, washing off his hand, taking the showerhead and spraying off the wall.
Now, he felt like he could tolerate the meeting.