Chapter 7
Anton
I’ve managed to go two days without stalking or calling her, or for that matter sneaking into her apartment and having my way with her body. Work hasn’t been the same, my mind is always drawn to her taste and smell, the curves of her body. And that scar down her chest, it’s beautiful just as she is.
Fuck.
Walking into Death’s house, Pollie and their baby are on the couch. Pollie’s laying back with their son on her chest as he sleeps.
“He’s at Café Jadore…” Pollie tells me, “… the all-natural one,” she finishes with a smirk on her face. “Go and meet him there,” she insists.
Walking back out and getting into my car, I drive to the stupid fucking café where I see Death standing outside leaning against his car. He doesn’t look up, his head is stuck in the paper as I make my way to him.
“Fucker,” I yell. People turn and scowl at me. I don’t really care, it wasn’t directed at them, rather this massive ass standing in front of me. He looks up then back to his paper. “You’re on duty with me today,” I tell him, reminding him we have to check the gun shipment. Turning around and looking in, I wonder why the fuck he comes here. “You trying to lose all that extra weight you’ve put on?” I ask him while staring inside. A dark-haired beauty with her back to us looks extremely familiar. “You come here for the food or the woman?” I ask him laughing, as I turn back to face him. He’s on me in a second, his hand coming up to my neck. Death might be fast, but I’m faster. I manage to sidestep him, then I hear a very familiar voice.
“Fuck.”
That word’s being used a lot today.
Sam closes the door, walking back in. Turning to Death, his lip twitches then he looks back down to the newspaper he’s reading. The sight of her is an awesome distraction, even if it’s one of her walking away. I walk off straight after her. Sam’s avoiding me and tries to escape out the back.
“Do you remember what happens in public, Sam?”
Her head pops back, and she shakes her head slowly. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would,” I say, nodding my head. I will scream and yell just to gain her attention again, and those lips.
“If you do I might just stab you this time. So be warned, we are in a kitchen area.” She steps out from the door, but keeps a reasonable distance between us and walks to the counter staying on the other side of it.
“You and Death have some sort of secret relationship?” I raise my eyebrow at her, and she rolls her eyes.
“No.”
“Then why is he here?” I ask her.
Sam looks behind me and pushes me out of the way. She passes him two bowls then he walks out. Not saying a word.
“Food,” I say incredulously. A laugh bubbles up from my lips, and her hand goes to her hip.
“Is this funny? Maybe you can take your shit outside, I have work to do.” She turns as I lean on the counter to be closer to her.
“So tonight then?” I ask her.
She spins around fast and replies with a simple, “No.”
“Why not?” I retort back.
I will win.
Third time’s a charm.
Then once she’s out of my system, and I can fuck whoever I want again.
“Because it will lead to nothing good.”
“It’s just sex, kitten.”
“Kitten?” she asks, shaking her head.
“I was thinking something dirtier, but thought you may slap me, so kitten will have to do for now.”
“Yeah, still not happening,” she says with her lip curled up.
“What if I go to your apartment and get your sister on my side.”
“Don’t you dare,” she seethes at me.
“Oh, touchy subject. All right… so just sex. One more time?” I say to her. She looks around, horrified that my words were so loud. “Sex,” I say again even louder. “Sex,” I say it again almost screeching.
“Oh my God, would you shut up before you get me fired.” Her hand comes up to my mouth trying to cover it.
“If you agree to come with me after you finish.”
“To your mom’s?” She laughs, but it’s fake. “Yeah… no thank you.”
“No, to mine.”
She goes to shake her head, and I begin to scream something. Sam sees what’s about to leave my lips and slaps her hand over my lips, effectively muffling my words.
“Fine! I finish at five. Don’t be late.” Then she turns and walks off, slamming the door as she goes through to the back of the store. I watch her ass the whole time. Then I turn to walk out and find Death’s left, the fucker.
***
He’s sitting on the couch the same way Pollie was when I walked in last time. Pollie is up and eating while Death watches his son on his chest.
“You didn’t tell me you buy your food where she works,” I say, sitting down and lounging back.
“Not my business,” he grumbles.
“You didn’t think to tell me my future love-kitten would be there, and easier for me to find when I was looking for her? Instead, you made me search for her?”
“Again, not my problem,” he replies, looking down at his son.
“If you didn’t have that son of yours in your arms, I would so fucking pull that nipple ring from your skin.” Pollie gets up and lifts the baby from Death’s chest. “I’m so going to fuck you up.” I run to jump on him, but he moves so I land on the couch where he just vacated.
“Grow the fuck up,” he says, walking off. Death comes back out with his jacket on and waiting at the door.
We’re obviously ready to go, so we head out.
“How long have you known her?” I ask, as I start the car up and drive off.
“Why are you so interested? I thought she was just a fuck,” he teases.
Scoffing at him. “She is, but you knew I was looking for her.”
He shrugs. “Didn’t know it was her.” He points to the building we are to stop at, then climbs out of the car. He walks ahead of me, not waiting, and enters the building. It’s crowded with gunrunners and their bosses. Kazier is the manager of the whole operation, and standing in this building right now—because Kazier’s not here—we’re the highest-ranking syndicate officials, and that’s the reason everyone goes silent when we enter. All eyes are now firmly on us.
“Boys.” The old man nods his head. He walks over, waving us over to his office. We follow him in, and he sits before he opens his mouth to speak. “We’ve had heat this last week.”
“What kind of heat?” I ask him.
“Police heat. One in particular. The boys have seen him around, and we think he’s sussing us out. Just not sure, we have nothing concrete to go on.”
“Move the operation. Check that none of your men are informants. I don’t care how you do it, just get it done. It’s not fucking good enough. We can’t have cops sniffing all around in our business.”
He nods his head because that’s all he can give me right now.
Then we leave, with all eyes on us as we head to my car.