Page 23 of One Love

Admittedly, the whole Murphy thing put a wrench in my plans. He was a good man, a great dad, but he just wasn’t right for Jordyn—even her name slides off my tongue like butter. For a while, I was happy with just observing, and I didn’t wish death on Murphy, but the more I see, the more I learn…she’s mine.

Following her through the street cameras is easy enough since the great city of New York makes them available to the public through the Department of Transportation website. Hopping from one private camera to the next, well, that takes talent,which I have in spades. It’s all worth it because watching her is like binging my favorite show. Her rounded ass looks fucking amazing in the black coveralls she wears on a cleaning job. Her dark-blonde hair shines under the light of the moon and I want to pull it so hard she screams with pleasure onto my cock.

“Did you get all that, Dima?” Zavier rushes into my office, my lusty daydream vanishing along with my growing boner. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Really? Again? Why aren’t you watching the casino?” He slams the door closed behind him.

“It’s recording everything at all times. Don’t piss your pants.” I down the rest of my Redbull before crushing the can and throwing it into my overflowing wastebasket.

“You were supposed to be watching that poker table. I need you to send one of your security guys out there to get those cheaters the fuck out. With evidence…which you would know we finally have if you were fucking watching!” Zavier gets louder as he speaks, and I get it.

There’s been a youngish couple in regularly who have been winning big, and I was technically supposed to be keeping an eye on them for when they fucked up. But after going a week without my demon fix, I’m fucking jonesing. Watching her is all I can do. That, and sending her the occasional text message, just so she knows.

Putting a tracker on her bike was a fucking genius idea. Makes it easier to know which cameras to pop or hack into and when so I can see her beautiful, scowling face. The fact that her mechanic didn’t find it disappointed me a little, because I thought they were better than that, but it’s a nice learning curve for him.

“Dude, I have Serena watching the casino cameras in the main security room too. You know, the one that isn’t my office. Hang on.” I hold my finger up to him and lean back in my swivel chair, putting my feet up on the desk as I pick up the walkie talkie beside me. “Rena, you catch the cheaters?”

It crackles before she replies, “Yeah, Boss. Sean’s on the case. We won’t be seeing them in here again.”

Waving the walkie talkie at Zavier, I raise my eyebrows. “See? All sorted. Untwist your panties and go do what you do best, Mr. Face.” I’m aware phones and intercom systems are probably easier than what I use to communicate with my security team, but fuck it, walkie talkies are fucking cool.

Being a silent partner in this casino affords me most of the privileges and not even half the shit, but I do still enjoy giving Zavier a hard time about how uptight he is. He likes to come across all calm and collected out on the casino floor, in front of clients, but I know that he’s poured everything he has into this. It’s important that it continues to do well.

Zavier rolls his eyes at my dramatics, shaking his head, but there’s a smirk there too. Fucker should know better than to think I’d fuck this up for us in any way. He sits himself against the edge of one of my three desks full of monitors, crossing his feet at the ankle and helping himself to a Twizzler from the package by my keyboard.

“How do you know where she is anyway?” He speaks around his chewing, curiously glaring at the screen in front of me.

Jordyn’s carrying a black body bag with the help of Shoo, her mountainous crew member, and they’re loading it into the back of their black van. The woman with tiny ringlets in her hair is standing by the driver’s door waiting for them to finish loading it up. They’ve been there for about two hours now, so she’ll be hopping back on her bike soon.

“Just watch.” I smile at the screen, watching as they finish the job, shut the front door of the small house, and she does exactly as predicted. A tilt of her head goodbye to her crew before she slides on her helmet and straddles her blood-red machine.

“What am I supposed to be watching?” Zavier’s confusion is sweet. He’s the angel on your shoulder, whereas I’m the devil.Well, if the angel was a horny bastard who tries to sleep with your woman before you’ve even had a chance to meet her properly because he wants to fuck with you.

“Wait for it.” My grin remains in place as she rides off, going off screen. As soon as she does, one of my other screens lights up, a map of the city across it, with a little black dot following her exact location.

“You didn’t! You sick fuck.” Zavier laughs and pats me on the back, moving to get a closer look at the moving dot. “How the fuck did you manage that?”

“That would be telling. And I love you like a brother, but no.”

“Ha. It was great knowing you, man, ‘cause when she finds out what you did, she’s going to cut off your balls and make you bleed out while she finishes her lunch. Make sure you update your will so I get your shares of the casino.” He sighs, shaking his head, and moves over to the small sofa-bed by the back wall, sitting like a king with his arms spanning the back and his legs open wide.

The screen flashing the little black dot tells me that my little demon is headed home, so I switch one of the screens over to the camera in front of her apartment before turning to face my partner, best friend, and brother in all ways but blood. He gets me, knows I like to stay behind the scenes, to watch, to be his technical shadow, and I love that he’s not afraid to be who he is. Being the main face and name of our casino excites him, he loves this shit.

If I hadn’t spent a few years in jail after being caught in college trying to hack into an international bank then my name would be on the documents too, but we wanted to be as legit as possible. After Zavier’s cousin, Yiannis, fucked shit up, here, years ago, we wanted fuck all to do with that.

The mafia turning up on opening night was unexpected. We honestly hadn’t thought they’d be interested in what we weredoing, but I won’t lie and say I wish they’d never turned up. Seeing Jordyn for the first time was like an electric shock to my system, and when she fucked those dudes up in Zavier’s meeting, well, my dick has been hard for her ever since.

Jordyn O’Neil is my drug, my obsession, my fucking demon queen, and I will worship her like the goddess she is for all time. Not with flowers and chocolates though, but with death and destruction. It’s where she thrives, and fuck do I love to see her thrive.

“Something on your mind, Z?” When I heard Jordyn using the nickname I gave Zavier when we were kids, it cemented that she’s meant for me. I’m meant for her. It may take a while before she sees it, but I’m a patient man. Kind of.

“I think I’m gonna have to give up that land we wanted for a second location.” He sighs.

“Ah yeah, figured. There’s something off about that Mr. Wright dude. It’s been impossible to find anything on him, but that’s only half the problem.” I spin from side to side on my chair and crack open the Redbull I have on my desk, taking a huge gulp and feeling zero relief. I know I’ll continue to feel none until I can touch her again.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Zavier sits forward, an eyebrow raised in question.

I shrug. “Wanted to see how far he’d take it. I think he’s got a gambling problem. I’m not even sure he actually owns that land. It says Mr. Wright on the documentation from The Office of the City Register, but with what we know about this guy, it’s not quite matching up.”

“Fuck’s sake, Dima. I told you to keep me in the loop with these things.” He’s not angry, but annoyance is clear in his tone.

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