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Chapter Eleven
Emilio
I’m dressed and down in the kitchen before she even makes it down. I decided to make her something simple and not too complicated as I don’t know what she likes to eat. She might be one of those people who eat very healthily or might be one of those people who only eat junk.
I like a woman who can eat a burger and drink a milkshake myself. I hate when women are too afraid to eat something good because they are embarrassed.
She looks beautiful when she entered the kitchen and she smiles at me as she accepts the plate of food I made her. It feels so normal to be like this with her. I don’t know why but I like it.
In fact, I think I can get used to this fucking domesticated bliss.
“What do you do for a living?” Larysa asks.
“Uh…”
She smiles with her pearly whites flashing in the light. “I just want to know. I’m not going to stalk you.”
I could tell her the truth. I could tell her right now that I’m in the mafia or I could make something up. I don’t know which one would be better.
“I’m in security,” I reply. I won't elaborate because I don’t want to ruin the evening. The last thing I want to discuss is that I’m in the mafia and am a paid-to-hire-hitman.
She seems okay with that answer and moves on. Throughout our dinner, she tells me about touring, about her family, friends and how she got involved in being a pop star. She’s incredible. I’ve kept the information about me very slim for the obvious reasons.
With our dinner being finished, I’m about to make my move to put Larysa on the counter to fuck her again when the doorbell rings.
“Who’s that?” I ask her in case she has someone else coming to the home I don’t know about.
She instantly tenses behind me and I can see the color draining from her face. Whoever is at the door has wrecked the entire evening.
“Stay here,” I mutter and leave the kitchen. I’m reaching behind me to grab my gun with it aimed at the door. “Who is it?”
I hear the familiar voice of Miklos. “Answer the door, Emilio. It’s me.”
I swing open the door and give him a glaring look. “What are you doing here?”
“You wouldn’t answer your phone and you have to see this.”
He’s walking through the house until he gets to the living room. Miklos makes himself at home with his computer turned on ready for me to see why he’s invading our space. The Hungarian gives me a look that tells me I’m not going to like this.
Larysa is walking up behind me with her eyes eating up the whole scene. “Who is this?”
“I’m Miklos. I’m a-”
“A friend of mine,” I finish. I don’t want him to say he’s an associate or anything mafia-related for the obvious reasons.
One of the camera feeds pop up on Miklos’s computer and he spins it around for me to take a look. “This isn’t one the security set up. This is the one someone else set up.”
“Who?” Larysa demands.
I can see the camera feed on the shower where I had her pinned up against the wall. I know exactly who it could be. It has to be Alto.
“How long have you been with Alto?” I demand.
She shakes her head. “It can’t be him. I’ve been with him forever!”
I hold her close to me. “Baby, it has to be Alto. He’s the only one who would have cameras in your room and bathroom. Think about it.”
Larysa’s tears are soaking my shirt. “It can’t be.”
