Page 4 of Vigilante
Julia.
I couldn’t take my fucking eyes off her. It was like I was in the presence of a goddess, and listen, I know how fucking stupid that sounds, but she was the most remarkably stunning woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Perfect skin that had a light dusting of a golden hue to it, which tells me she’s not one to spend a lot of time in the sun. The curvature of her body was like an upgraded version of the Greek Goddess Aphrodite.
And those lips.
I’ve kept myself closed off from everything except my family, and even women have stopped becoming a distraction for me. I’ve told myself over and over again that when everything is done, and I’m able to finish what I started, then I’ll settle down. I can move back home to Sicily with my family and live out mylife a happy man. Until then, nothing else matters. But Julia, she was utterly unexpected.
A sharp sting cracks the back of my head, and I turn to face Rocco. “Che cazzo!”
“What the fuck has gotten into you? I’ve been talking to you for the past ten minutes.”
“I know why the fuck we’re here. You touch me like that again fucker, and I’ll cut your hand off. The right one, too, so every time you jerk off with the left, it’s uncomfortable.” I love my cousin, but sometimes he can be a real pain in my fucking ass.
“Now, why would you say that?” He turns his body to face me in the car, dropping both hands in his lap out of frustration. We stare at each other for a beat, and I wait for the argument that is about to ensue because Rocco has a really hard time keeping his fucking mouth shut when he has something to say.
With narrowed eyes, he watches me, and slowly, the left corner of his mouth perks up into a mischievous smirk. “Who is she?” He asks, finally grinning from ear to ear.
“My private life is none of your business.”
“Ahh, but there is someone. Is she hot?”
I groan, rolling my eyes and turning my head back to face the building where John Richardson and his wife Amelia live. John is the CEO of a very wealthy Medical Insurance company that has been fraudulently refusing medical claims regarding people’s health for as long as I can remember.
Creating a brand-new legacy of fucking assholes for the rest of the world to just accept. Refusing to help people, denying claims, randomly deciding not to cover certain medication on the insurance people take out, causing them to be hit with a hefty fucking bill. Yeah, this guy is a real asshole.
We have been sitting here for the past six hours, like we do every night for the past two weeks, watching this cunt’s every move. I want to know his daily and weekly routines better thanhe knows himself. I want to know his wife better than the man she’s been fucking behind her husband’s back.
“So, asshole...I asked you if she was hot.” Rocco smacks my arm with the back of his hand.
“I heard what you said...I’m just choosing not to answer you.”
“Why, afraid I’ll take her for myself.”
“Like I said, I’ll cut your hand off. I never should’ve brought you in on this shit.” I watch as the final light goes out inside the house, giving it a few seconds before I lift the black envelope from the glove box and step out of the car. “Okay,” I wait a moment or two before starting the engine of the black Mercedes. “Let’s get out of here.”
Walking into Deja Brew was a little more unexpected than I thought. I swore I wouldn’t come back and that persuing anything further than a flirty interaction would be a distraction. She has no place in the situation I’m about to put myself in, and personally, I’d rather not involve her if it’s at all possible. Except here I am, walking up to the counter the same as before: black coat, black hoodie, but this time a khaki green medical mask—needing to see her again.
I tap my knuckles on the counter. She turns around, slightly stumbling when she realizes it’s me, and I can’t help but smile behind the mask.
“Max...” she murmurs breathlessly.
“Ah,” I wink. “You remember me.”
“Of course.”
The light blush on her neck creeps further up her face before finally resting on her cheeks. Fuck she’s stunning. I neverintended to take my mask off the first time I came here, but when she looked up at me with her inquisitive and beautiful eyes, I couldn’t say no.
“Medium caramel mocha, no whip, with an extra shot of espresso, right?”
I rest my forearms on the counter. “I’m impressed.”
“I like my job,” she shrugs one shoulder. “What can I say? But uh,” she checks her watch, lifting her coat and cross-body bag from under the counter. “I’m actually just getting off?—”
Not yet, you’re not. But you will.
I knew this was the time she finished work. I’ve watched her every night before running off to meet my cousin. It’s become my nightly ritual, and considering Rocco was busy tonight, I thought I’d use this free time to my advantage.
“But Amy here can make your coffee for you.”
