“Bullshit. You know damn well that neighborhood is in your pocket. No one is going to call the cops and you have surveillance up the ass making sure no one is watching or following. Adelina will watch the girls, and I’m going out to play. End of story, bitch. Now, I’m going to rummage through your closet for something to wear.” She chugs down the last of the contents from her glass and flips me off as she leaves the kitchen.
I shake my head but can’t keep a smile from forming. Stubborn broad. This is why I love her, she’s always ready to get down and dirty with me. Antonio will be pleased to see her. He’ll deny it to the day he dies but he’s had a thing for her. I know she has had a crush on him since we were kids but they never dared to cross that line. When he finally got the balls to tell her how he felt, she’d gotten into a relationship and then got pregnant.
Things took a turn for her and her bastard of an ex. He’d beat the shit out of her leaving her out in the cold as hell rained, thirty-weeks pregnant. She managed to get to myhouse before passing out and we rushed her to the hospital. She ended up in the hospital for several weeks and had Ella early. Antonio was enraged and contacted my father asking what had happened. He and my father went after her ex and now he lives six feet under. She thinks her ex had ran off without a word, which she was relieved of, but she never knew what truly happened. To this day, I still haven’t told her and neither has Antonio.
He checks in with her and Ella often, always bringing her new toys to play with. They dance this fine line with each other but still have yet to make a move. They banter like children, always testing each other's patience, which is really comical to sit back and watch. Glad I’m not the only one who can give him a run for his money. I assume both are worried how I would feel if they tried out the relationship but they have my blessing of course, she’s already family. My phone chimes, pulling me from my thoughts.
Alaric: Thinking about your fine ass. Haven’t heard from you all day. Are you doing okay?
A smile forms on my face knowing that I’m on his mind but also that he senses something is wrong. The more time that goes by, the more feelings begin to deepen. There’s no denying at this point that he’s someone I absolutely need and want and I’ll be damned if he’s ripped away from me.
Me: My ass is pretty fine ;) Yeah I’m okay. Found out some news that I’m not too happy about but nothing that I can’t handle and will deal with. How’s work, Special Agent?
Alaric: I can tell you what else is fine. I’m craving that sweet little treat between those legs.
Alaric: Anything I can help with? Work is busy. This case is really kicking my ass. Come over tonight? I’m working from home tomorrow going through documents.
Gods, strike me down. This man has no shame and I’m here for it. When I thought he was a golden retriever kind of man, oh I was wrong. The closer we get, the more I see another side of him that’s begging to come out and play. It’s like he’s practiced this persona but it seems I've tainted him. Which would be to my advantage due to the world I deal with and could give us additional allies within the FBI.
In bed, he’s a total freak and I’m eating it up. The way he makes it known what he wants has me squeezing my thighs, about to say “Fuck this”, and run over to his house right now. But I can’t, I have too much rage pent up and this bitch needs to know that I’m coming for her.
Me: You’re making it so hard to say no. I can’t. I have business tonight but I’ll come over tomorrow.
Alaric: Be safe. See you tomorrow, baby girl.
Finishing off my wine, I pocket my phone and head out of the kitchen. I find Adelina to make sure she’s okay with watching the girls while we’re out for a couple hours and, of course, she has no problem taking care of the little angels. I’m definitely giving her a raise and some extra for always helping me last minute. I know it’s her job to take care of the house but we’ve had little feet running around laughing and screaming around the manor lately. There haven't been kids around since, well, we were kids except for Ella but never more than her. The whole staff definitely needs some sort of bonus or gift.
“Seriously, your closet is a dream! You go from classy, boss-bitch attire to I’m going to fuck you up. I’m going to need you to do some upgrades to mine.” Blakely walks down the stairs in leather black pants, a black hoodie, and black beanie.
She stole a pair of my black combat boots and looks like she’s on a secret mission. She also looks too damn good to be a robber. I have some hot friends.
“You should see where we keep our weapons. It’s even better than my closet.” I smirk at her as I grab my leather jacket from the coat rack and head towards the door.
“You’re a crazy bitch if you have a whole-ass room just for weapons.” She comes up behind me as we leave through the front door and a black SUV pulls up and another car behind it.
“Honey, you know who my father is and who he raised. You chose to be friends with a crazy bitch.” I roll my eyes at her.
Angela walks up to us, looking like a whole different person. Call us Charlie's Angels because we’re on a mission and looking hot doing it. She took my advice, literally, at least on appearance, because instead of the glasses adorning her face and last night’s clothes, she’s wearing contacts, winged eyeliner, smoky eyes, hair pulled back into a ponytail with curls, and she has tight black skinny jeans, boots, and a black leather like tank top. She walks with swagger and with her head held high. She definitely fits in with us; now to see if she’ll get down and dirty.
“Angela, Blakely. Blakely, Angela. What we are about to do, does not get out anywhere. As you know, Bianca has been up to something and tampering with my father’s results. She’s currently out of the country, which brings us to going into her home. We need to search the place for any documents that could tie her to my father or anything to do with the business. I need to find out what she’s up to. Antonio and Larson will be with us making sure there are no threats as well as my tech guy who will be watching surveillance and helping us hack intoany devices that are needed,” I say, filling them in with the plan.
“What the hell is this?” Antonio finally gets out of the SUV, glaring daggers at Blakely.
Oh, this is going to be good. Lover boy over here is going to turn my lawn upside down with the hissy fit he’s about to have.
“What does it look like? We’ve been waiting on you, taking your sweet-ass time,” I respond sarcastically.
“It was supposed to be you and Angela only. Blakely’s not going. Now let's go,” he growls as if his word is final.
Before I can spot anything out, Blakely steps forward, looking him up and down. Ten bucks on the bestie that she’ll make this hound choke on a bone.
“Chill, Rambo. I’m going and last time I checked, Celeste is the boss, not you. So be the pretty little guard you are, get in the vehicle, and take our happy asses to our designation.” Blakely waves him off, heading to the SUV and gets in before he can respond. Angela chuckles and follows suit.
I’m just going to sneak around him before he turns the pissing match to me. I have shit to find and things to break. Plus, I have no time to deal with a tantrum from this manchild.
“Che Cazzo, Celeste.”What the fuck. Antonio whirls around to face me. “She’s not coming with us. Are you stupid? She has a child for God’s sake. She doesn’t need to get involved in our world.”
“She’s been involved in our world since we were kids. Her daughter is safe here and nothing will happen to her. I’ve already tried to keep her here but we both know how stubborn she is. She’s a grown-ass woman, she will be fine. If I thought she was going to be in danger while looking for evidence and having some fun, I would have chained her up. Just fuckingtrust me on one damn thing today,” I sneer at him, shoulder checking him before I get into the SUV.
