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“If she gets tied up with you, she is bound to get herself into certain unorthodoxactivities. And that is just what we need to win this case. Brilliant!” A satisfied grin forms on her face before she continues.
“I will have Chains get the background check on her. The file will be dropped to you in an hour. Make sure you’re home. The sooner we get this done, the better.” She scolds, flipping her raven-colored hair over her shoulder.
“Now leave, Scorpion. I have business to attend to,” she mumbles waving me off, fixing her gaze back onto her phone.
Business,I scoff to myself.Business,as she calls it, at this time of day usually means a gentleman caller coming to get her off. Everyone in thefamilyknows any man who develops an attachment to her never actually makes it out alive. Hence her name,Black Widow. She’s like a spider twisting its thread around its victim so that it can’t escape. She’s easily the most dangerous woman you’ll ever meet.
“Tell me, Damien, what doesshehave you doing now?” My cousin Oliver asks, snapping me back to reality. He must’ve noticed the pure disdain on my face. But my mind drifts away again. I’ve seen this girl on campus before. She’s fucking gorgeous, but she looks innocent as hell. That is where I differ from others in ourfamily.Getting innocent women involved is never on the top of my list.
“She wants me to seduce the Prosecutor’s daughter,” I say.
“Shit, really?! What does she look like? What if she’s hideous?” My cousin scoffs when my eyes wander inherdirection.
Here she comes. Her wavy, long blonde hair gets caught up in the breeze as strands fly over her sun-kissed face. She is on the shorter side. Maybe five-three. Pinning her up against a wall would be no problem at all. Although we’re set to graduate this year, I’ve never paid attention to her before. Maybe it’s because she’s one of those goody-goody, girl-next-door types who never do anything fun and are picked up by their daddies before 10 p.m.? I catch Oliver’s eyes watching me watch her.
“That’s her, isn’t it?” He flashes me an envious grin. “You lucky fucking bastard! She’s hot as hell!”
I only smirk. My mind drifts to one of the classrooms where I’d fuck her up against the locked door while everyone else chatters in the hallway, unaware of our wicked doing. Her perfectly painted nails digging into my back as she comes, breathing heavily, moaning my name against my ear.
“She looks like a good girl, though.” Oliver’s comment snaps me back to reality again. A reality that doesn’t seem as appealing as the images my mind has just created.
“What else would you expect from a Prosecutor’s daughter?” I lean against the wall, tilting my head to the side as I light up a cigarette.
She walks by, and I watch her chest rise as she inhales. For a fraction of a second, our gazes meet. Her deep blue ocean eyes have the kind of spark you’d wish you could explore. Her head raises in a slight nod to acknowledge us before she hastily turns to the side and her cheeks flush.Her innocence kicks in, but that was cute.She trots down the sidewalk, and I catch her fleetingly peeking back as if to check if I’m still looking. This is going to be too easy.
“This is going to be too easy for you, cuz.”That’s what I just thought. “How about we make it more interesting?” Oliver says, stuffing his hands in his pockets and leaning back on his heels.
“What do you have in mind?” I narrow my eyes on him. When this guy has an idea, he usually throws himself into the mix.
“Let’s make a bet.”
“A bet?”
“The Black Widow wants you to seduce her, I’m guessing, so she gets involved, and we have some decent shit to hold over their heads in court, right?” I nod. “I’m part of the Black Venom, too. Let’s see who can seduce blondie first.”
Interesting. “What do I get if I win?” I ask, placing my hand on my chin, fingers resting on my lower lip as I watch a playful smirk form on Ollie’s face.
“I’ll write off five years of maintenance on your Ducati at my dad’s shop.” That’s about two grand a year. Not too shabby of a deal.
“What do you want if I win?” I already know the answer.
He grins, “Your Ducati.”
If I had any doubt about my game with girls, it wouldn’t be against Oliver. Hell, I’m confident enough to say that I’m always that guy who gets the girl.
“Deal.”
I take a couple of days to figure out my new stalkee’s daily activities. I have Oliver join me so I don’t look like some lone stalker. She does seem quite mundane from the women I usually get myself mixed up with. Library to the coffee shop. Coffee shop to her couch. Couch to the Animal Society.
“It’s kinda hot that she volunteers,” Oliver chimes in.
Letting him speak, I watch her with three large dogs through the fence. They say dogs can sense if people are good. She obviously is, and the fact that she has those dogs drawn to her like moths to a flame only add to my conviction.Well, fuck me!She is the most delicate woman I have ever seen. And it’s not only about her petite body I’d love to devour. It’s how she seems to…be. And to me, she looksfragile. So delicate it takes only one wrong move, and she breaks. So fragile you want to take her in your embrace and protect her from all the bad. But how am I supposed to do that whenI’mthe bad?
“Shit! Her friend is walking by,” I warn Oliver. “Pretend you’re on the phone.”
“Huh?”
“Damn, Sherlock. Is it really that hard to connect the dots?” I sigh, slightly annoyed, before clarifying, “Just pretend you’re talking to someone about damn dogs or literally anything.”
“Oh, okay,” he exhales as if enlightened, reaching for his phone.Eureka! He’s gotten it!Ollie starts acting like he’s checking if he is approved for dog adoption before the girls stop by a few steps from us.
“Look at this flyer, Ava,” her friend squeals. “Tonight! You, me, and the hot folk of East Palm are partying at the new outdoor bar! I’ll pick you up at 9.”
I see Avalyne rolls her eyes and huff out a breath.
“I will not take no as an answer! There is more to life than reading and smutty television,” her purple-haired friend adds.Smutty television, huh?My interest has been piqued.
Finally, my beautiful stalkee caves, “Fine, Lilac. I’ll see you at 9, but we arenotstaying out late.”
I give Oliver a nod, and we walk away.Gotcha, baby.I smirk as the ‘seducing the Prosecutor’s little girl’plan forms in my head. Bar, tonight, 9 P.M. This is going to be fun.
