Davis, P.O. V.
"What do you think? Can you help?" I asked Derek.
Derek was the man that helped me find some justice for my wife, Grace. He was an ex-cop now, that knew sometimes the system didn't work and you had to work around it. I thought if anyone could help Lisa it would be him.
"This guy sounds like a real piece of work. I'll start digging around and see what I can find. We have to figure out who he has on his payroll first. Does your girl know names?"
"I'm not sure, I didn't ask very many follow-up questions. I was pretty pissed off when she told me," I sighed, leaning back in the small booth we chose.
This bar was a known hangout for low-lives. The place was always dimly lit, packed full of large men with grungy looks. There wasn't a single person here that liked to meddle in other people's business. Everyone sat on their own at the bar or with their associates at a booth. Currently Derek and I were in the back corner booth, eyeing the scum of the world. It was the best place for us to meet, but I hated it here.
"Ask her today when you see her and let me know. Bringing someone down as powerful as him is going to take time. We have to find the right evidence for everyone involved. If we can find a ledger with the names of the cops and judges he has employed we'd have a better chance." Derek was deep in thought as he formulated a plan of how best to go about this.
His fingers tapped the dirty table before us as his dark brows stayed pinched. It was hard to see in this bar, but Derek had definitely aged over the years. His black hair was now streaked with grays, but he still styled it the same, gelled back like an old greaser. The small crow's feet beside his eyes were not a sign of how often he smiled, but more of how often he squinted.
There were no laugh lines on his face, because Derek wasn't one to smile, let alone laugh. He was serious, having seen a few too many dark things to ever laugh again.
"I will, so does this mean you'll help?" I was hopeful, but I know it's a long shot.
"Of course I'll help, Davis, but it's going to take time, and money. Do you have enough of both?"
"I do," I said in a serious voice.
My underground fighting ring has actually made me a decent amount of money. If I kept that money to myself I'd be damn rich, but that was never my intention when I started this. I used that money to donate to the women's shelter, the homeless shelter, and to teach
self-defense classes for women for free. Of course, I pay my employees, and keep some money for bribing if we're ever caught by the cops. It's yet to happen, but I feel it isn't because we're cautious. I think they know, but they don't care enough. Honestly, we're not hurting anyone, and I'm working on legalizing the fights.
"Alright then, I'll be in touch. Remember, from now on you don't contact me unless I contact you. If you see me in the streets, you don't know me. I'm just another stranger in the crowd."
I nodded, seeing Derek get up from the booth and head toward the door without a second glance. He was not Derek anymore, but a determined man on a mission. As I watched his broad shoulders narrowly fit through the doorway, I felt a sense of ease. I knew he would do all he could to help bring down Lisa's father. It's now just a matter of time, luck, and money.
Lisa: Where are you? I'm at your place.
My heart soared when I saw Lisa's text as I headed to my car. She was keeping her promise, and I planned on keeping mine, too.
Davis: Be there in 5 minutes. Don't go anywhere.
I couldn't wipe the smirk off my face as I placed the helmet over my head and straddled my bike. I zoomed through the streets to my house with every intention of getting there faster than the 5 minutes I said it would take. My hands itched to touch that delicate skin of hers. I wanted her badly, and for some reason she wanted me too.
My eyes caught sight of her as I rounded the corner. She was sitting in her car, staring down at her phone, mindlessly scrolling through it. She had a small frown on her face, one I plan to wipe away. I revved my bike to catch her attention, causing her to look up, and my heart to skip a bit.
Those eyes will be my undoing.
She opened the door, letting her long legs step out. Her legs were so smooth, shining with the reflection of the sun. She wore a white sundress that reached just above her knees. No matter what she had on, she always made it look elegant. I pulled my bike into the garage, kicking the stand as quickly as I could. I pulled my helmet off and shoved my hair into a quick bun before Lisa graced me with her presence.
"Hello, beautiful," she said, but those words were not directed at me. She ran her hand over the Triumph that I know planned to give her.
"I see where your priorities lie," I teased her, causing her to smirk.
"Can you blame me?"
"Not in the least."
I'm not a man you catch smiling often. After the shit I've been through, it's hard to find joy outside of my daughter, or should I say daughters. Around her I can't help the smirk that reaches the corner of my lips. Lisa has brought to life a part of my heart I thought was long dead.
"So what's first coach?" she teased.
"Workout," I said with a mischievous smile.
"Um, I'm not exactly dressed for a workout."
"I can fix that."
I stepped closer to her till her soft skin was within hands reach. My fingers rubbed up her arm slowly, reaching the straps of her dress. I hooked my finger under them, snapping them on her. She slapped my chest in return, pouting those lips of hers.
"Jerk," she murmured at a whisper, causing me to chuckle.
"Come on, you can borrow some of Izzy's clothes," I said, grabbing her hand and dragging her inside.
"Who's Izzy?"
"My daughter."
"Liv mentioned you had one. How old is she?"
Lisa's curiosity towards Izzy made me smile. I just hope she's not weirded out by the fact that she's closer in age to my daughter than myself. Izzy is 19, I'm 42, while Lisa is 27. I know we have a large age gap. I should probably feel sick about it, but I don't. She's captured me like no other.
"She's 19," I answered, feeling her squeeze my hand.
"Is she with her mom? Or living on campus?" Those two questions assumed a lot, all of it wrong.
"She doesn't go to college. She's in a vocational school studying welding, living in an apartment I bought her when she turned 18."
"Oh," was all she said.
"Here you go," I said, handing her some of the workout clothes Izzy never wore.
I had bought her some, hoping she'd come to the gym with me again, but she wasn't interested. Ever since I told her the full story of how her mother died, she's distanced herself further from me. I can't blame her, not when I blame myself for it, too.
"Thanks."
She didn't wait for me to leave as she took her dress off before me. Her beautifully rounded breasts hung in the white, lacey bra that left little to the imagination as only a polka-dot covered her nipple. The matching underwear was more of a thong than anything. When she bent down to undo the buckle on her sandals her ass was on full display towards me.
I felt my heart beat a thunderous rhythm as lust crept through me. My hands itched to touch her, and my dick throbbed, begging to be buried deep inside her. I took a step in her direction while she was still bent over. I hooked a finger over the string around her hips, causing her movements to freeze.
"What are you doing, Davis?" Her voice sounded seductive as she asked. She wasn't upset by my advances, egging me on further.
"What would you like me to do, Lisa? You can let me do what I want to you right now, or you can send me away while you finish changing. It's up to you."
She was silent for a moment, weighing her options. She hasn't moved from her position, still bent over and showing me that rounded peach she calls an ass. My finger slid along the string of her thong side to side as she thought. I wanted her desperately, but if she sent me away, I wouldn't be mad. She stood up, turning to face me, forcing me to release her thong. My heart ached as I assumed she would ask me to go. I just hope I didn't scare her away.
"I don't like it too rough. I can take a good smack to the ass maybe twice, but that's it. My nipples loved to be toyed with, but not pinched. My favorite position involves me on top. I like it
best when both of us find our release before we finish." Those hungry eyes stayed on me, inviting me in, challenging me in a way. "So what are you waiting for, Davis? Take me."
Fuck me, this is going to be amazing.