Breathing in deep, I looked at my friend and started from the beginning all the way to the end of my little encounter with Damon and Ian.
“Well ain’t that a massive kick to the cunt, aye,” Jimmy says then whistles out.
“Ya fucking think?” I stare at him like he’s grown three heads.
He stands and moves over to the liquor cabinet pouring us both a glass of Jameson. Mine with Ice, his with a splash of milk. I shake my head at him as he hands it over.
“What?” His eyes question mine.
“You and the milk. Even after all these years I still don’t get it.”
Shrugging his shoulders, he says, “You don’t have to.” He takes a gulp from the glass.
“So, what ya going to do, brother?” he asks me as I lower my glass from my lips then run my tongue over my bottom lip, licking up the whiskey left there. My mind is still swimming with her scent and her tears. The way she looked so broken and now this new threat.
“This cock wants me to keep him safe from, well me,” I laugh out.
“It’s really quite fucking poetic.”
“How?” My best friend asks me while lighting up a smoke.
“Hunting him and knowing he’s scared.”
***
One beer, ten Jameson’s and a pack of smokes later I find myself outside her work. I didn’t think that she would be there this late, but she is.
She’s alone.
No bodyguards that I can see anyway.
Just her.
She has a book in her hand and a coffee to the side. Her favorite sweet treat next to that with little bites taken from the fluffy delight.
Placing her book pages’ side down on the table while emptying her cup, she stands and walks to the counter, placing the small cup inside the sink. Her long slim body stretches up leaning toward the black stereo on the small shelf above the sink. She turns the dial. Her long fire red hair falls in long, soft, yet wild curls tonight, like a wave of hot lava rolling through a wild sea. Her hips start to sway, and her lips move like she’s talking or singing to herself.
The urge to slip closer to her, to watch her closer overwhelms me. She’s all that has occupied my mind since that night in the rain.
She is so all-consuming. I don’t know what the fuck possesses me to do it, but with my fists pushed into my jacket, a smoke dangling from my lips, I cross the darkened street lit only by flickering streetlamps and small tress wrapped in the tiny white lights on strings. I push inside the shop, easily I might add. Internally I berate her for leaving her shop door unlocked so late at night. Like, fuck, a man as dangerous and fucked as me could just wander in off the street. Anyone fucking could come in here and fuck this beautiful lady right up. It’s Greek town for god’s sake.
The sound of a bell chiming has her spinning toward me in surprise, completely startled.
“Oh, I’m sorry, but…” She stops midsentence when her gaze collides with mine. Those rosy, plump lips drop open in an enticing little O that makes my cock stir to life. Heat rises to the apples of her cheeks, coating her face and neck in a wash of bright red.
“Well, shouldn’t that door be locked, little lady?” She finally seems to snap out of whatever spell she was under because her mouth snaps shut, and she nervously tucks invisible stray hairs behind her ears.
“C-can I help you with s-something-g?” Her stutter is violent. She is nervous as I startled her, sent her into a tailspin. She looks around the shop and out to the street and her body relaxes as she lets out a held breath.
“No one is out there,” I say to her.
“You sure about that?” Her nervousness bleeds through her voice.
I eat up the distance from the door to the register, and surprise lights up her eyes. They widen, and I see the moment they latch onto the cigarette hanging out of my mouth. “Also, there is no smoking in here.” I smirk. Taking the cigarette from my mouth.
“It’s not lit, babe.” I place it back into the pack inside the breast pocket of my jacket.
I watch her as she follows my movements, her eyes falling back to my lips. The way she licks her own while looking at mine. She wouldn’t know how to hide her arousal if her life depended on it. Being from a Mafia family her poker face is shit. I’m going to have to coach her on how to be less transparent.
