Eureka

24

After a few disappointing meetings with landlords in the various apartments in the area. I'm feeling dejected and down. It's not the apartments or the price that were the issue. It was the location and safety factors.

Vic vetoed each and every place. I'm starting to wonder if this is his way of getting me to just move back to Vegas to live and work with The Family again, the stubborn man. I'm not giving up yet.

We stopped by a realtor and property management place for the surrounding area and requested they help me look for somewhere to buy or rent. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that something will come up. 

In just the past few days here I already feel so at home here. It's like when some people go on vacation to a beach and jokingly say "We should just move here," only its like.. an actual possibility for me. I'm ready to settle in and get back to my work.

At the end of the day, Vic and I stopped at a car lot and looked at some options for me. He didn't like any of those either, and told me to wait a little longer while he finds a better one for me.

It's eye-twitchingly annoying. Again, I feel like I'm being punished by him for something.

Around 6 we drag our feet to The Bar and Grill to eat and get a drink to drown our sorrows for the failed mission today. Becca is working the floor along with another server I haven't met. Becca immediately lit up at the sight of Vic. We sat in her section, but only because the others were full.

"Oh, just a heads up. Our server is probably going to try to take you in the back later for a quickie. Make sure you wrap up. She tends to do that a lot," I inform him casually. "I'm sure she's good at what she does, but you can never be too careful."

Vic chuckles for a moment before his amusement slides off his face. His brows lift slightly as his eyes catch on her. One glance at her reveals a disturbingly predatory look on her face. I'm slightly concerned for Victor's safety and wonder briefly if I should give him a quick refresher on the importance of consent from both parties. I doubt she's ever been told "no," but that doesn't mean it's a done deal with every person carrying the right equipment.

"I'm tempted to say you're my boyfriend or fiancé or something to save you from this. But then I wouldn't get to witness this train wreck. This should be good," I say with an uneasy chuckle.

Becca makes it to our table and sets down our menus with a flirty smirk on her lips. "Scarlett, honey. Is this your boyfriend?" She purrs as she stares at Vic like he is her next meal. Her hand rests delicately on his shoulder. My eyes narrow at the action, because what if I had said he was? 

"No. This is my brother, Victor. Vic, this is Becca." 

I watch her smile grow as she steps even closer to him. Her hand sliding across his back to the other shoulder so her arm is partially wrapped around him. 

Victor snaps his mouth shut, jaw clenching. I know how much he hates being touched by random people. He keeps his face blank as he nods his head in greeting.

"What can I get y'all to start out with?" She husks out.

"Water for now," I say with a grin. Vic grunts out his order as well. Becca giggles and sashays away from our table.

"Okay, okay. I'll let you know when she's in ear shot, and we can talk about a love interest of yours. Maybe mention some kids?"

He gives me a flat look.

Becca returns with our drinks with a flirty smile in place. She makes a point to touch him again, which I can tell really bothers Vic, while she leans over his shoulder to hand me my water. Becca decides to invite herself to the party and pulls out a chair to sit down. Right before her butt lands in the seat, her name is barked out from across the bar. Becca's eyes roll and she huffs as she walks away, hopefully to just do her job.