Lacuna (my missing part) in Latin
Esme Davis's fast life has become stagnant, or so she thinks. Until one fateful night she bumps into him. During the day she is a science major at UCLA, but at night, she is an underground street racer with an unbe...
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Silas
"I don't have a good feeling about this." Milo comments, looking at the front door longingly.
Sighing, I lay a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to be comforting."They'll be okay. Milo, I need your head in the game."
Milo nods his head once, and walks into the den."What time does the meeting start again?" He inquires as we walk to the vintage pool table Esme and Delilah gifted me "for no reason".
Those three are like the gift that keeps on giving.
"Silas." Milo taps my arm, and shakes me out of my thoughts.
"In 15 minutes or so." I sputter out, and he shakes his head while scoffing. "Thinking about her already and she just left." He shakes his head once again, "Never thought I'd see the day."
Looking him up and down, it's my turn to scoff. "You're no better." I round the pool table, and rack the balls. Milo takes two sticks off the wall, and hands me one.
"I'm married," He flashes his ring for proof. "I've got every right. You on the other hand, knew my sister for two months, and decided to move her into your new house. And you let her decorate, who the hell are you?" He breaks effortlessly, potting two solids, and I hold in a dissatisfied grunt.
Giving him an unimpressed look to hopefully combat his invasive questioning, Milo lifts his right brow to show he is not backing down. Leaning over the edge, I target the striped yellow ball, and as I slide my arm back, the doorbell rings.
Saved by the bell.
Standing back to my full height, I gesture to everything around me. "You and I both know, I wouldn't have done any of this if I didn't care deeply for Esme."
Just as I reach for the knob, I wrap my other hand around my gun, and take in a deep breath. Stefano and Damon stand side by side, both with sunglasses resting on the bridge of their noses, and fresh Italian tans.
Letting go of my gun, I wrap an arm around Stef's shoulder as we embrace. "How are you brother?" He asks, his accent heavy as I remember.
"Ready to put a bullet through his head." I reply with a sigh, and Stefano nods in agreement as we break apart.
Moving to Damon, we repeat the same actions followed by our secret handshake he all but forced me to create with him the first day we met.
On the way back to my office, I watch Damon and Stefano look around my house in complete bewilderment.
"Did you get married, and not tell us Silas?" Damon asks, his tone serious due to his gruff voice and accent, but his smirk tells me otherwise. And Stef is next to give his input on the drastic change. "Sì, our new place looks a lot like mine after I got married."
A small smile comes to my face when a sarcastic remark comes to mind. "The first or the second time?" My tone and face mirror curiosity, despite me already knowing the answer.
