POV: LUCA
Throwing the remaining cigar in the already filled ashtray, I got up from my seat and walked to the railings, looking down at the party thrown by a school kid.
I’ve told Rickard several times not to let high school students in my clubs, but he never obeys me. It’s lame as fuck as the kids drank their asses off and slow dance under the night sky.
I heard the blonde chick on Rick’s lap moan loudly. She’s supposed to be down there, partying with her friends, but she decided to ditch it and have Rickard’s dick as her dinner.
I don’t let the women I fuck moan or touch me. I always tie their hands or tell them to keep them away if they don’t want me to break them.
I stuff their mouth with their own panties so they won’t moan. I also hate to see their faces, so I take them from behind till I’m satisfied.
The high school chick moaned louder, which pissed me off.
“Fucking remove your mouth from her tit, Rick,” I said, looking over my shoulder.
He left her tit and smirked at me.
“It’s not my fault that you only fuck them and not suck,” he replied, making the chick giggle on his lap.
“Get a room,” I said to him.
“Wanna join? I love threesomes,” said the chick and winked my way.
“I will fucking cut off your tits and make that cunt bleed if you ever talk to me like that again,” I said sternly.
I saw the fear in her eyes, and Rick quickly eased the tension in the air.
“What’s your name again?” Rick asked her.
“Megan Barbara,” said the chick.
“Barbie, just wait in the first room, on the ground floor. I’ll be back,” said Rick.
The chick got off his lap and walked out, even without covering her breasts.
Whore.
“Are you not aware of who she is?” I asked Rick as he buttoned up his shirt, zipped his pants, and got up from the couch.
“I know.”
“Couldn’t you find some other pussy in this town?”
“Small town, small pussies.”
“Rick, her father is indebted to us. She’s just trying to get into our pants so we’ll go easy on her father and the money.”
“Relax. I know what she’s doing. She’s just one of the whores I fuck. Not my problem if she thinks this is going to help her dad. I’ll toss her when I’m done with her,” he replied.
“Her father has no money. The interest has increased gradually over the years. There’s no way he’ll be able to pay us back.”
“We’ll bankrupt him when the due date comes,” said Rick.
I nodded, and he left to fuck the Barbie.
Things have been pretty rough in the past two years, and even though I am dead to the world, things haven’t settled down, and the cops are after my boss.
It’ll be two months since I came here to Bridgehills to take care of an unfinished matter. Thanks to the town’s beauty and peace, I’m held back, pushing the work aside for the moment.
I watched the high school kids having the night of their lives, thinking how boring yet peaceful their lives are, blissfully unaware of the bad news they’ll be hearing in a few weeks because of me.
My eyes landed on a random girl in the crowd, happily dancing in the arms of her boyfriend. I immediately recognized the boy, Christopher Lockhart. Son of Karen and Darell Lockhart.
I smirked, thinking of creating a ruckus and finishing him and the unfinished business and leaving the states tonight, but his girlfriend caught my eye.
My attention diverted from the punk to the girl. There are women much more attractive than her, but to my eyes, she looks so fucking perfect.
Her tight dress fit her body, showing off her curves that scream to be noticed. She’s far from the league of women that I fuck, but something about her made me stare at her.
She’s innocent and pure. Clearly, she deserves more than the guy in front of her, but she looked into his eyes like he was her whole world.
I don’t remember the last time I paid attention to a girl this hard, and even though I wanted to look away, I couldn’t.
By the time I mustered the strength to look away from the exquisite beauty, it was too late. I saw her shiver and freeze instantly.
Without any warning, her head snapped toward me and lifted her eyes up to me.
Fuck!
I stopped breathing.
She gazed into my eyes only for a second, and her eyes went down to check me out. I couldn’t move or do anything, afraid she might look away from me, but she didn’t.
Her lips are painted red. Her eyes held innocence and purity, which I hadn’t seen in ages in my world. She looked away when her boyfriend interrupted her, and I instantly missed her gaze on me.
I let out a sigh, and then she looked at me again, just for a nanosecond, before moving toward the exit with her boyfriend.
A kind of warm fire rekindled inside me, and I liked it very much. I watched her plump ass walking among the crowd, and I desperately waited for her to look back at me.
I also hoped she wouldn’t because if she did, I didn’t know what I was going to do.
She stopped for a while near the exit, contemplating herself.
Don’t. Don’t fucking turn around. My grip on the railings hardened as I waited in anticipation. My breathing grew ragged, and I felt like I was hanging on by a thread.
“Don’t turn around, tesoro. Just don’t.”
But she did. She fucking did.
My lips lifted, forming into a smirk, and her eyes widened at me before her boyfriend pulled her out of my club.
I turned around, smiling at myself as I sat down and filled the syringe to inject it in my arm, but changed my mind and put it back on the table.
Filling a glass of whiskey, I took a sip and leaned back on the couch, remembering her and those brown eyes that just took my breath away.
I’ve never let a woman stay in my life for more than a night. With the work I do, I always thought women were weak, and even if they survived my world, they’d never survive me.
But the thought of finally having someone as mine, for myself, for me to care for, for me to hold, for me to fuck… is just alluring, and I don’t think I’d feel this way for any other woman but her.
Bridgehills just paid me a better price than anyone could have. With the girl being Christopher’s girlfriend, my work is going to be even easier.
Even though I try to finish one job at a time, life always seems to throw me situations where I end up killing two birds with one stone.
And this time, even if I don’t kill one, it’s perfectly all right.
She’s the priority now. She’s all that I can think of.
She’s mine.