âI donât know what that was about, but I love seeing you all riled up.â
Being the arm candy of one of the most well known mob bosses got Adore into a lot of places, but it also brought a lot of attention from Jinkxâs or other bosses men. Jinkxâs men learned pretty quickly not to flirt with Adore. Newer members or otherwise had yet to learn that.
Namely one gentleman who was swiftly leaving the club with a now bruised face. It didnât help that Jinkx was now somewhat hopped up on cocaine.
âYou know what that was about, Adore.â Jinkx grumbled, dragging her girl over to a booth in the club. âMommy doesnât share.â
Jinkx was right to worry. Adore was a free spirit that didnât stay bound for too long. She was a flower child born too late, an enthusiast of free love, drugs, sex and peace and rock ân roll, man. Enthralled by interesting characters, of thrills and affections and money. Jinkx gave her all of that, and for that Adore was her arm candy. She would not cheat if her arrangements were organised in monogamy and thus, she cared little for the new faces that got spellbound by their bossâs naively innocent awkward yet charming girl.
But one always did good worrying.Â
A thrill ran down Adoreâs spine as Jinkx marked her ownership of her and so she swayed after the quirky yet oh so dangerous mob boss, allowed herself to be dragged about like a ragdoll, already large green eyes widening more at the title Jinkx put on herself in correlation with Adoreâs existence. She loved any reference to age as it to her realized all the stories and experiences she fathomed people that felt old enough to refer to themselves as Mommy or Daddy guarded in their souls. Adore didnât cast a parting glance at the boy that had been fooled by Adoreâs airheaded ways to thinking she was as easy tipped on her back and now had earned himself pretty shades of blues and purples as his makeup. She smiled widely up at Jinkx, dipped her head to rub her temple against Jinkxâs shoulder.Â
âOh, donât you worry,â Adore cooed, despite the state of the universe and the nature of her soul as she awkwardly scrambled herself into the booth of the club that was in all practically Jinkxâs and where booze, drugs, people and life ran freely and dangerous for them. Adore latched herself to Jinkxâs side when the ginger sat down; the contours of Adoreâs flat chest and narrow hips but full thighs and ass lit up sideways by the artificial lights.Â
âYou my Mommy, baby, I ainât wantinâ no low-life.â And she didnât. The greed, the pure desire, the intrigue and curiosity and some kind of affection, also, that lit Adoreâs eyes as she looked upon Jinkx, let her gaze dance over the full bosom and wide hips and gorgeous full figure the light of the universe reflecting the unharmed strings that still bound Adore to Jinkx.
âBang, bang, baby. Fuckinâ bang, bang,â Adore said with a voice full of youthful carefreeness, her tones shifting to singsong as she vocalised the melody of their song, throat pale and vulnerable as Adore tilted her head back into a hoarse laughter.Â
The redhead was notorious. In both the crime boss community and more. She was known too well for her goofy nature and charm, but always harbouring an explosive temper that would go off in a split second. She was also very, very territorial, in both person and area. Jinkx's children were known not to be bullied or harassed at school.
As Adore draped herself over her side, Jinkx looped an arm around her, gently traiking her sharp red nails up and down her plaything's arm. Jinkx hadn't had many girls before. A husband and the occasional eager man, more boys than men, but not many girls. And never one as bright or as beautiful as Adore Delano.
She was going to ruin that girl and she knew it. But there was something so freeing about having her in her life. It made her feel a little more than a murderous, near middle aged woman.
The sight of Adore's unblemished and perfect throat caused Jinkx to lick her lips. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against Adore's jugular in an subconsciously cruel irony. "You're a good one, baby girl." She breathed, admiring the red lipstick mark on her neck. "You tell me if any men start getting too close. They'll be dead and gone before you know it."
