Stella
Outside Desimond's house I park the car. Looking around I notice a group of men loitering on the street watching us.
Desimond unbuckled from her passenger seat. "Thank you for dropping me off again, sorry I had to stay so late."
Her head ducked making me look up to her house, something told me she wasn't a fan of being home. Looking back to the group of men I unbuckled myself. "I'll walk you to your door."
She winced. "You really don't have too."
"Nonsense." I mutter opening my door, grabbing my purse and stepped out.
Walking Desimond towards the house she looked to me, my fondness growing with her each day. "Thanks again Stella."
Smiling I side hug the girl. "Don't mention it. If you ever need me, call."
Desimond gave a smile and we walked up the steps to her building, her body stopping suddenly. "Something is going down. You never see that many Sorrentino men about."
Sorrentino? As in Maximus Sorrentino?
"What?" I turn to where she was looking.
I watched a large group of men in finely pressed suits walk away from a near-by building towards a line of SUVS.
One man in particular drew my attention. I could spot him anywhere, even in a sea of men who wore the exact same suit as him. But that confidence, that demand of respect, that pull was there. He strode over to the car and I couldn't pull my eyes off of him, everything about him called to me.
"Maximus?" I asked unable to help myself from my own curiosity. What would he be doing in this neighborhood?
The man stopped, his entire body tensing while he turned around. I sucked in a breath when I made eye contact with Maximus. His face was hard and his eyes narrowed when he saw me, a pair of eyes that didn't hold warmth but coldness.
No emotion, no kindness.
I sucked in a breath looking at this Maximus. The mask over his face made my spine tingle and give me goosebumps. He has never pinned me with a stare that made me want to shiver from fear.
Taking a breath, I turned back to Desimond who stared at me in shock. "You know one?"
Un-nerved from what I saw, I place my hand on her lower back pushing her up the stairs. "Come, let's get you inside."
The door to her place opened showing an older woman. Her makeup was smudged and the house had a weird smell I couldn't place. "I was about to see if you were at the bus stop. Thanks for dropping her off."
I smiled at the woman and hugged Desimond. "See you Monday."
"Bye, if you don't know who they are, maybe you should listen to Kingpins. Or watch that documentary, 'Fear City'." Desimond winked before escaping inside.
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Sewing Bullets (Sorrentino Mafia 1)
RomanceThey should never have met. Each one of them lived in different parts of the world. She lived in the light, an ordinary existence while he kept to the shadows, the underworld. But one fate encounter brought them together and no matter how hard the...