Chapter 33
Chapter 33
“You're early today.”
Cara leaned her hip against the kitchen island as she crossed her arms, watching me.
“Yeah, I figured I'd drop by at the grocery store.” I answered while placing the bags full of groceries on the kitchen island table.
She raises a brow questioningly at me, urging me to explain why I was actually here rather than at work.
I sigh before speaking. “I got suspended for being tardy consecutively so I was sent home early today. I won't be working for a few days.”
I was sad about my suspension and it’s only a matter of time that Hudson would fire me. Good luck finding someone who could replace me. I endured his shit for a long time now. He stole a lot of my credits, my ideas. I couldn’t do anything about it because I was scared I’d lose my job. Still, it’s hard to find a company these days that actually pays well. I thought bitterly.
“Hmmn.” Her eyes continued to watch me. I set all the groceries and put everything in the fridge and shelves, arranging them in an orderly manner.
“What do you want for tonight?” I asked so I’d know what to make. I won’t have to rearrange everything again.
“Anything Italian.” I stopped and turned to look at her inquisitively. That was a vague but obvious answer. “Anything, tesoro. You’re good at what you’re doing.” She said with a teasing smirk.
I narrow my eyes as I rest my two hands against the island across where she was standing. “That sounds like a bait.”
She laughs before responding. “Come and have a drink with me, tesoro.”
I quickly finished setting everything up before following her to the living room. She doesn’t seem to be interested in dinner so I’ll bring it up later to her.
She places the bottle of whisky and two glasses on the center table which was strange since I’m used to seeing her drink wine or champagne. She takes off her white coat and throws it to the couch, leaving her with an almost see through white cami. She then fills the other glass and gives it to me. She sits down after filling her own glass. I steadily sit down while watching her drinking her whisky.
“You okay?” I asked. She seems to be the type who doesn't seem to take problems seriously but I still want to ask just to make sure.
“Of course. Exhausted but more than okay.” She said with a hint of smirk. Her head falls to the back of the couch while holding the glass against her thigh.
I’m suddenly curious about her frequent ‘business trips’ here. She had prolonged her stay here and hasn’t even come back to her country. After that night we met in the convenience store and she told me what she had been up to, I have grown curious about what she actually does in the mafia.
“I guess your day’s pretty hectic then, huh.”
She sighs. “It always is, tesoro. But I’d rather it’d be like this. God knows I was bored to death just sitting and signing papers in my office.”
Her voice drowned out when my eyes traveled down to her smooth neck to her pair of large breasts. Her body was arched up a bit because of her position, making her breasts appear even larger. I remembered how I feasted them everytime we had sex. They were soft and addicting- I could easily lose myself in them.
“Naive, yes, but still a pervert.”
I snapped out of it when her speech finally registered in my mind. Warmth spread to my body when I realized she noticed my ogling. She grinned playfully after emptying her glass. I quickly downed mine to hide my embarrassment.
“Why do you have a tattoo below your breasts anyway?”
I winced at the fact that I have made myself a fool for asking a question like that. If it wasn’t even obvious enough that I was staring at her breasts like a fucking pervert. The question only proved that I indeed was imagining her luscious breasts.
Her gray eyes were filled with amusement as she stopped pouring her glass and turned her head towards me. Her lips twitched from holding back her laughter.
How many times have I embarrassed myself in front of her? I feel like this is the reason why she hasn't actually harmed me since then. She loves to watch me humiliate myself. And that itself is my own demise.
“You know what, forget I even asked.”
She chuckles. “It was a gift from a friend of mine.” She answered it anyway. She swirls the liquid in the glass as she continues her story. “Back when Sol just started being the don, I used to come with him whenever he’s doing business. One time, we went to a shady club. We heard rumors about it having underground business. We ignored it at first, until of course a girl escaped and frantically asked for help from random people. She got my attention and well, I helped her. We ended up raiding their entire club and found out they’ve been doing sextrafficking. While a lot of women there were willing to do it, a lot also were forced. I’m sure you know that we do not tolerate such things.” She then takes a sip from her glass.
“It was a gift from the woman you saved.” I stated, more of a question.
“Yes. She’s an artist and Asian at that. That explains the mandala art.” I know I was being a pervert for staring at her breasts but I was genuinely curious about her tattoo. It was the only spot that had ink so I’m sure it had meaning. If it was some decoration, I’m sure she would’ve wanted to show it for everyone to see.
Honestly, I’m just so curious about her. This woman is at the top of my most mysterious lists- probably, she and her men.
“Why the moon though?”
“Ah.” She drawled. The amusement in her eyes never died down. She peered at me over the glass, taking sips before answering. “Luna is moon in Italian.”
Right, her middle name is Luna.
“Enough about me, tesoro. Tell me about yourself.” She was teasing me. I know that much when her lips start to curve playfully.
My eyebrows drew together. “That sounds like a job interview.”
She laughs. “It isn’t late for one. After all, you are working for me.”
“Yeah, about that.” I pause. She waits for me to continue whatever I say. “I don’t think I deserve that advance payment you deposited in my account. It’s too much for what exactly I’m doing. I’m basically just your servant here.”
Her small smile morphed into a serene one. “Patience. There’s a reason why I keep you, tesoro. For you to manage to stealthily infiltrate into our system, and even waited for the right time when to pounce simply means you'll be a great asset and someday I'm gonna need you for your skills. You'll realize then the money I sent to you was more than reasonable.”
“I doubt that. You still manage to trace and capture me.” I said before downing the whisky in one go. In all honesty, I was good at what I was doing. Though I failed a few times, I’ve never been caught. And through the years, the percentage of my failure decreased until I perfected it.
There’s a little part of me that expected that I’d get caught and a huge part of it that I was confident with what I was doing, regardless of the gun pointed at my head as I was forced to do it. I already have an inkling that those guys who paid me for my hacking skills, were stealing from one of the biggest businesses underground. By threatening me and my family’s lives, I literally have no choice but to follow them.
Lo and behold, I literally stole from the most renowned and powerful mafia. Story of my life.
“Indeed. But I don’t blame you for it, for your intentions or whatever it is that pushed you to commit such crime.” I cringed at the terms she used but it was the truth. Hacking itself is a crime- let alone stealing.
“I know people like you, tesoro. I mean, there are two classifications of people I am aware of in this world. One who devotes for money and the other who devotes for love. You, Dylan Ross, belong to the latter.”
