(Picture above is how I pictured Caleb.)

Caleb

"Hello, Sir. Table for..." The hostess looked around me before she finished her sentence. I rolled my eyes.

"Just one." I finished her sentence for her. I really didn't need to be here for long. I only needed a place to sit quietly while I waited for my mark to head to the restroom.

"Of course, Sir..." she responded, blushing, "this way." I sometimes hated that I had this effect on women, and some men. It was my dominant Moon Fae bloodline that made me more desirable. Sure, I enjoyed the female form, especially when it was battered and bruised and begging for more, but not many women lasted that long in my bed.

She led me to a table on the other side of the bar. Perfect. I sat down, looking over the menu this sexy little hostess placed in front of me. She was rambling on about the specials of the day, but I couldn't really listen with the smell of her desire distracting me.

I watched her lips move as she spoke. Those lips would look even more beautiful if they were swollen from me biting and sucking on them. Her hair was a bright shade of gold mixed with different shades of brown. Her eyes were such a dark brown they nearly looked black, but they had golden flecks in them.

Maybe after I finish here, I'll make her feel a little better. I watched as she shifted weight in her legs, probably trying to ignore the fact that her desire for me was dripping from inside her. Her cheeks were rosy and I could see through her shirt that her body was more than just a little excited. Sweet female lust.

Don't worry sweetheart, you won't have to feel this way for long.

"Sir?" she said, crossing her arms. Whoops. She caught me.

I flashed her my "knock em dead" smile. "I'm sorry beautiful, you're just so wonderfully distracting." She flushed a deeper red as she tried to act professional.

"Sir, is there anything I can get started for you?" She cleared her throat trying to find her voice as she said it.

"A coke, the fried okra, and maybe a little taste of you..." she started writing on her little notepad before quickly looking into my eyes. She smiled shyly before turning on her heel towards the stairs to the kitchen down below.

I smiled at myself. Looks like today won't be too boring after all.

I sat back in my seat watching the group of men sitting on the other side of the restaurant. I was sitting in Old Tony's on the Redondo Beach pier. 360 degree view of the ocean, a small space, really.

The bar was in the center with a row of small round tables and chairs, pushed up against the windows, going all the way around. Mr. Jetters was my mark and he choose the wrong woman to fuck.

I mean, really, Mr. Jetters. The senator's wife? Tisk tisk.

I wasn't really sure what the senator's wife saw in this short, stocky, nearly bald man. He was human, that much was for sure.

Nothing like the senator who came from a pure Moon Fae bloodline and looked like a greek god. His wife was just as beautiful. Obviously, Mr. Jetters must have been an animal in the bedroom. If I didn't come to kill him, I might have asked for his secrets.

I really didn't know anything else about this man. I learned a long time ago not to ask too many questions. This target came with a hefty price tag and therefore, my father tossed it on my pile of jobs this morning. This target was going to be easy.

Honestly, even Riley couldn't fuck this up, but with Jax needing to attend to all his Alpha duties I got stuck doing some of the boring jobs. This was my father's way of punishing me because I didn't want to be a leader of this stupid pack.

I wasn't ready to give up my life for my father's pack. I really enjoyed being in the band, having access to women anytime I want, and the bloody side jobs. I always got my target, and I loved it more when there was a little bloodshed.

What can I say? I'm good at what I do.

My dominant Fae bloodline allowed me to do a lot of things that most in my pack couldn't.

I was fighting the urge to pull my stupid wig off as I waited patiently for my food. My signature silver hair would have given me away in a heartbeat. So, I was forced to wear this black wig and brown eyed contacts. I just had to be careful I didn't burn through them like I had in the past. If I used too much magic energy and my eyes began to glow, the contacts could melt. I took a deep breath, keeping the swirling magic energy inside me.

After my food finally arrived, I got Jessica? Jennifer? Jenna's phone number, and savored the delicious fried okra before concentrating on my mark. I reached out with my mind, lightly grazing the surface of his thoughts.

I gently urged him to use the restroom, making him think he needed to take a piss. Within seconds, I saw him move to the stairs heading down to the restroom. I threw a $100 bill on the table. I glanced back up to see him disappear down the stairs and I quickly followed him.

I saw the door of the men's room swing open as soon as I hit the bottom of the stairs. I walked down the small hallway and opened the men's room door. I took a quick peek at the stall next to the urinals.

Empty. Perfect.

I quickly walked up behind Mr. Jetters, stabbing him in the neck with a syringe. I slowly pushed the plunger down and I covered his mouth to stifle the screams.

The drugs hit him quickly and he went limp.

Jeez, Mr. Jetters, maybe you should have laid off the cakes, then you wouldn't have had this heart attack.

I carefully laid him down on the ground, and checked his pulse.

Another minute maybe? I stood up and washed my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror and smirked. Sticking the syringe in my pocket, cap back on, I turned back to Mr. Jetters. I shook my head, still confused as to how some lowly human could have possibly been banging the senator's wife.

I bent down low to check his pulse again, yep, he was gone. I reached into my coat pocket to send the alert to my father and let him know I would be out of there in about 20 minutes. I moved Mr. Jetters into the stall, made it look like he passed out on the toilet, then walked back out of the restroom and headed up the stairs again.

*buzz buzz*

Father:

What's the hold up?

Ignored.

Okay, Jenna said she was taking a break in, I glanced down at my watch, now. Perfect timing. I smiled in the mirror but began to frown when I looked at the unfamiliar face looking back at me. I shrugged it off. I walked out the back door of the restaurant and headed down the stairs, underneath the restaurant, to the dock. I looked around and found her hidden in the corner near a boat.

I smiled as I walked towards her. I could see how flushed she was already.

I am going to devour this woman. Before I could say anything she reached up, cupping my cheek in her small hand.

I savored the moment of feeling her warmth on my skin, then I removed her hand quickly. While holding her wrist she looked at me a little nervous. Perfect. She should have been  a little scared. Nothing wrong with a little adrenaline to keep the excitement up.

After holding her arms behind her back, I whispered in her ear, "I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, sweetheart." I heard her whimper before I slammed my lips against hers.

I was careful. Even though I didn't want to be. I wasn't too rough. I held her tight but made it easy for her to still move. I felt her begin to struggle as I forced my hand down her pants, squeezing her ass in the process. When I moved my hand to her front, teasing her through her wet panties, I felt her melt into me.

"Good girl." I whispered, letting my warm breath graze over the sensitive skin on her neck.

I still held back. I didn't pull her hair, or smack her breasts. I wasn't looking for anything more but a small distraction before I had to get back to my reality. She wasn't looking for anything more either.

The moment her orgasm was finished, she smiled, placed a kiss on my cheek and got dressed. She was gone before I could get my clothes back on.

Figures.

*buzz buzz*

Father:

You better get out of there soon son. I need you for another job today.

I sighed as I read his message. Guess his little errand boy needed to come home. I began to head up the stairs when I heard a scream. That was my queue.

I forced myself into overdrive. I breezed by the kitchen and onto the pier. I stopped at my car, quickly getting in, and threw my wig and contacts on the floor before starting up the car.

I looked in the rear view mirror, fixed my hair, put on my sunglasses and calmly drove out of the parking structure. I cruised down PCH, top down on my Mercedes, letting the fans take pictures of me and my signature smile the whole way home.