Page 26 of Tempted By Sin

Enzo regards me for a moment, his intense blue eyes meeting mine. I don’t need to say the words out loud for him to understand the meaning of those four simple words.

“Good,” he finally comments. “And thank you for taking care of David.”

“It’s what I do.” I shrug and shove my hands deep into the pockets of my black jeans. “Is there anything else you need from me?”

Enzo waves me off with a flick of his hand. “You’ve done enough. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I bid my boss farewell and leave the mansion. Enzo likes to conduct his gang from the comfort of his lavish home. The hallways are filled with members, maids, and cooks. No matter where I walk, I encounter someone on Enzo’s payroll. It’s not uncommon for me to run into cops from the NYPD either. Most of the department is dirty, but it’s none of my business.

Enzo hired me for one thing, and one thing only: to kill. If someone needs to be taken out or tortured for any wrongdoings, I’m the man Enzo calls. It’s an easy job, really. And one I fucking love. Getting my hands dirty and my clothes messy is what I like to call a good day in the office.

The sky is pitch black when I step through the front door and descend the porch steps. My black Aston Martin DBS sits idle in the driveway. It’s a reliable car and comfortable as hell. It was the first big purchase I made once the money started rolling in. And I have zero regrets about it.

Smooth leather meets the back of my jeans as I slide into the front seat. Cool air nips at my arms, but I welcome it. Even though it’s winter, I find myself hotter than usual, my skin overly feverish.

I wonder if it has anything to do with a certain woman with silver-blonde hair and green eyes filled with innocence and kindness that bring me to my fucking knees every time I think about her.

My fingers flex around the leather steering wheel, my eyes boring straight ahead at the tree line surrounding the Gambino mansion. I know I should go home, but every fucking ounce of my soul demands I go see my little bird. Even if just for ten minutes.

I’ve been doing that a lot since the day she was rescued. I wasn’t supposed to seek her out at the hospital, posing as a nurse and watching from close by as her fiancé sat by her side, holding her hand. It took everything in me not to march into the room and remind her that she didn’t cry out his name when she came on my cock. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

And maybe I shouldn’t have followed her to her fiancé’s parents’ house and texted her from the comfort of the tree line. Seeing her squirm knowing I had found her and was watching from afar was enough to make me lose my goddamn mind.

I think the moment I realized I had grown obsessed with my little bird was two nights ago when I broke into her house and watched her have sex with her fiancé through the crack in their bedroom door. At that moment, with my fists clenched at my jaw and my teeth grating against each other, I knew I was a fucking goner for this woman.

I couldn’t look away. Jealousy coursed through my veins like a disease, and it took every ounce of self-control to stay rooted in place. I hated seeing my little bird like that, but what did fill me with immense joy was the fact she wasn’t enjoying it.

I could tell by the way her eyes flicked to the balcony doors as she rode his cock, as if she were looking for someone. That someone being me. Her moans sounded forced, and she seemed uninterested in the man lying beneath her.

As I walked out of the house that night and watched her from the tree line, waiting for her to come out on the balcony, I knew I couldn’t stay away. For now, I was content with letting her know I was watching, enjoying the way she squirmed while reading each text message I sent. At least, until I decided my next move.

Because I know for a damn fact I’m not letting my little bird go.

Like most nights, I find myself standing in the tree line surrounding her property. From my position, I see her eating dinner with her fiancé. He’s talking at her while she sits and listens. Although, I don’t know how much she’s truly listening because her gaze continues to sweep across the large floor to ceiling windows overlooking the backyard.

For a moment, I wonder if she spots me hidden in the darkness, watching.

She turns her gaze back to her plain fiancé and pushes food around her plate.

I grin, and reach for my phone lying in my pocket. If my little bird is looking for me, then I’m going to give her what she wants.

ACE: You waiting for me, little bird?

Paetyn’s phone vibrates on the table beside her, and she rushes to snatch it up. Her fiancé is still yapping away, not noticing her attention is elsewhere. Her eyes flick across the message before winding. She glances out the windows briefly before typing back a response.

PAE: I told you to leave me alone.

I grin. Oh, this is going to be fucking fun.

ACE: Are you thinking about me while your fiancé talks? Do you wish it was my voice instead?

Her eyes flick between the device resting firmly in her lap and that bastard, who is still fucking talking.

I couldn’t imagine living with that dickhead. He screams boring.

PAE: I’m not doing this with you, psycho. Leave me alone.

My tongue rolls in my cheek as I read her message. She’s testing me, I know. Although her words say one thing, her body shifting in the seat as she awaits a response tells me she fucking loves this push and pull. She wants me but refuses to admit it to herself.

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