Page 5 of Fate's Dice

“Yeah. Text me her address right now, and let Chop know I’ll be dropping off this piece of shit car in a couple of hours.”

“Si, Mero. You got it.”

We hang up as I start up the little car and drive away from the temptress inside the building and the cops that are surely on the way.

I stole this junky ass car earlier for this job specifically, and I’ll drop it off at Chops’ chop shop later. I haven't stolen cars in years, but the older model vehicles like this one will always be easy to wire.

Everything in my plan went exactly as I had expected, except for the girl. Dice. I had expected her mother to be there as usual, but when I walked in and saw this young girl swaying and dancing to music, it threw me off my game a little.

Why the fuck did I take my mask off?

I tell myself it's because I couldn't keep my eyes on her and work the safe, but that's a lie.

I saw the way her light brown eyes scoured every inch of my body and I have to say, I fucking loved it. She might have been watching me like prey watches the predator, but I reveled in it.

I normally don't give a flying fuck what anyone thinks of me, good or bad, but this little tattooed, black-haired doll had my cock growing.

I had to force my hands not to touch; I had to keep myself from biting her plump lips, and I had to remind myself of the job every few seconds.

It was difficult to accomplish when her coffee scent had me wanting to say fuck it all and take her against the wall.

If I didn't need to pull this job, I'm most certainly I would have.

Now though, I can't stop thinking of her.

If I hadn’t shown my face, maybe I could have found her after this and... Who the hell am I kidding? I'm not the dinner and a movie kind of guy.

My life is one of priorities and right now, keeping this sinful girl's mouth shut is all I need to be thinking of.

I shake my head when I start to think of her mouth and how her tongue touched my lip or how her skin felt on my lips. Fucking hell.

My phone pings with Hector’s text giving me the information I requested.

I turn down a street and make my way to one of the older neighborhoods. I know Chicago like the back of my hand, and Raquel Garza just happens to be someone I know from the cafe we both go to. The little family-owned restaurant is totally dependent on the locals and it’s been around since I was a kid.

I may be the Boss in my organization, a Don to the Alonso Familia, but I didn’t earn my status from simply spilling blood or strong-arming people. No, I earned the loyalty of the people by giving back to them.

Now, if we’re talking about the other Bosses and Dons in America and beyond… Well, let’s just say that my reputation withthemis built on the river of blood.

Loved by many, hated by a few, and feared by all.

As for Raquel Garza? She falls into the category of the first.

She’s a kind woman who cleans for many of the businesses in the neighborhood that I grew up in.

I met her months ago when I stopped by the cafe to visit with the owner who was my mother’s childhood friend. She introduced me to Raquel, a beautiful older woman who had one of the biggest hearts in Chicago.

At the time, she was cleaning and cooking for free because the owner wasn’t feeling well. She mentioned she knew my mother from back in the day and we got to chatting. We had friendly chats over coffee every morning since. She reminds me of my mother.

But I haven't seen her in a couple of days. Still, I didn't think she deviated from the rest of her daily routine.

I knew Dice was Raquel’s daughter because of the many times she mentioned her but also because of her unique name. I mean, how many girls named Dice do you know of? None, I bet.

This girl though, she looked nothing like her mother. Yes, the similarities can be found, but only in mannerisms.

Dice looks like someone else, but I can’t pinpoint who. Maybe I know her father? Although Raquel has never mentioned him in our morning chats.

She's a talkative woman who always has a tired smile on her face. She mentions her daughter and their wild apartment complex in almost every conversation we had, but I was more interested in the bank she worked for.

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