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How do you know about the date?
I’m working security,I tell her.
Is that why you got my number?
I got your number because I know a victim when I see one.
Whoa! I am NOT a victim, asshole.
I feel like she’s just reached through the phone and slapped me.
I didn’t mean it like that, but something’s wrong.
Says who, and who said you could pry?
Suddenly, I wonder if I went too far with the photo. I’m tired. My defenses are down. I’ve gotpsychologicalissues, apparently. Goddamn it.
I’m just trying to help.
Help by keeping me safe.
That’s something she doesn’t even have to ask me to do. She doesn’t even need to come out and say that. It’s hardwired into my bones, my everything. Nothing else is more important except Ma, I remind myself.
I’ll do that, miss.
Oh, it’s “miss” now, is it?
I figured I’d keep it professional, miss.
You’re a jackass,she texts and then sends a photo.
She’s holding the camera at arm’s length, smirking down at it, a fleck of blue paint on her cheek. She’s holding up her middle finger. The angle shows—fuck—her cleavage, the big round juiciness of her tits. I remember what Vito said at the house, thinking I was an uncle. I’m more than twice her age.
Fuck,fuck. When I see those big tits, I don’t care. I want to tear her shirt and free her juicy nipples. I’d spend so long just sucking them, rubbing them, making her tingly with the motion. Then I’d go down between her legs, feel her slickness—taste it, lick her, eat her, own her. I’d spank her plump ass, making it jiggle for me.
“You’re mine, Mia. Mine. Now fucking come on this dick.”
My mind whirs and aches. I almost want to black out, then wake up when I’m inside of her. She’s staring up at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. She’s biting down, nodding at me to fuck her harder. I thrust my dick into her tight heat, forcing her slick pussy to make creamy, excited noises. I own her with each thrust. I take her again and again.
My phone vibrates pulling me from my daydreams. It’s Luca. I need to be downtown in three hours, meaning I need to head home, wash, and change. Before I go, I visit Mom’s room, looking at her through the glass. She looks peaceful, even with all the wires and monitors around her.
I find Carter in his office. “I need to work. If there’s any change…”
“You got it,” Carter says, eyes narrowed.
“What?” I snap.
Carter grits his teeth. “We both know what it is, Dante. We both understand what happened today.”
He won’t tell me not to work, but he doesn’t have to come outright and say it. What if I black out again? What if I lose more than an hour’s drive this time? I can’t think like that. I go out to my car and drive back to the apartment. My heart pumps harder when my phone vibrates again.
Was that a bit much?
I smirk, purposefully going into my bedroom. The family room is too depressing. It makes me think of Mom lying on that couch, alone, suffering as she waited for me to come home.
The photo? I think you made your point well.
Ha, ha. But seriously, you don’t have to ask so many questions.
