Her Right Hand Man

Chapter 3

After that moment in the office, my heart has been racing even though I have been trained to keep my heartbeat steady, yet Jaxon has caused it to go fast as if I were to run a mile with my dog. I sat in the back seat this time while Jaxon was humming a soft song. I looked up and looked at his eyes through the mirror. Those eyes just bring back all our history, it had been almost two years since the last time I saw him; it had only been for just a moment. Amelia just had her first child and the entire family was invited to a party where we waited for her to bring the baby back home; once she entered Jaxon wasn't far behind and he looked different— he had a new scar on his eyebrow and definitely new muscles. No one except Angelo had seen him since he left our trio, I was happy to see him but being the new head I couldn't show any emotions so whenever we had eye contact I gave him a small smile.

I release a sigh and look out the window recognizing the street immediately, not soon after we stop right in front of my apartment complex. Just as I am about to open the door, it locks and sees Jaxon dash over to my side and unlocks my door and opens it. I roll my eyes as I step out and immediately start walking towards the entrance while Jaxon is exchanging keys with the valet and follows behind me. Not long after an elevator ride of silence, we reached my penthouse entrance. I walked to the door and waited as Jaxon pulled up the new set of keys, I am sure my father gave him, and unlocked the door. When the door opened, it revealed my dog sniffing all the boxes–that's what happens when your dog is trained to sniff for bombs or poisons. "Hii baby~. Good boy, you deserve a treat." I say as a walk and pet the head of Gunther my doberman. I walk fully into my penthouse and take a look at the large window right where my living room is. "Nice place, must cost quite a pretty penny if you have this view." He says as he looks all over the penthouse. "Well this belonged to one of my clients that owed a large sum of money to me, so one quick call to his lawyer and it was mine and the a week later he was dropped off this building's roof. Oh well..." I say as I begin to go to one of the downstairs bedrooms to see if it was available.

If he's downstairs, he won't be much of a distraction since my office is also upstairs right next to my bedroom. "Here we are, one bedroom with enough bookcases for your books. When did you become a nerd?" I say as I show off the room and begin to help out with the boxes. I hear him sigh before he picks up boxes and begins to make way to his new room. "Um, they're family albums from my parent's house. I sold it after the trio split and moved to the city as well, maybe not in a place this nice. But it was home for a year or two till your father called me in for the bodyguard position and put me on a strict regimen that Angelo came up with himself. Within six months, here I stand before you as your humble bodyguard." He says with the jazz hands gesture, it makes me laugh a little till I clear my throat and stop myself. "There she is...the girl who would laugh at my small gestures." He says with a soft smile before going out of the room to grab another couple boxes. I take a deep breath in and let the deep breathe out before joining him to get another box.

By the second or third box brought in, I get tired and go to the kitchen to see if I have any wine that I can drink while helping him. I hear him behind me ask, "Whatcha looking for?" I turn to look at him and he's leaning over in between the middle island that separates the kitchen from the living room. "Wine, maybe it'll make this process go faster if I have some happy juice. Want some?" I say as I finally find a good red stashed in the back and look back at him waiting for a response. "Sure, it doesn't hurt to have some, unless you poisoned it and tried to kill me and so you laced your favorite thing." He says as I grab two glasses and I give him a glare once I come face to face with him. I begin to uncork the bottle and fill the glasses and hand it off to him. He takes a whiff of it to see if he can smell anything bad. "Oh my gosh, you think I actually laced it, didn't you? What the hell, we are still friends—I would never do that unless you betrayed which you haven't...yet.", he rolls his eyes and I slap his arm,"Fine you don't trust me, I'll take the first sip." I take a small sip and let it sit in my mouth before swallowing it. I open my mouth to show him I swallowed and he laughs before taking a sip. "This wine has to be poisoned, usually I'm a cocktail kinda guy, but this is pretty good." He says laughing and looking at the bottle. I laugh and take the bottle from his hand and move back to his bedroom.
The more we unpacked the more we drank, I think we had like six...no, seven glasses of wine, we shared old stories about our childhood and my brother's anger issues. We laughed as I made comments on certain things while we unpacked; for example, I came upon some seeing glasses that had a band aid keeping it together in the middle. I put them on and began an imitation of him being a nerd. "Look at me, I'm Jaxon Marino and I like guns and books. I also make pasta as if it's my religion." We laughed rolling all over the floor. "Hey, you loved my pasta when I was still living at the family's home. It's a Marino's recipe that I have to keep in my memory." He said and I smiled knowing that if he had any choice to be something else rather than a mafia dog, he would make an excellent chef who would be known worldwide. I go to grab the bottle to pour myself another glass but as I am about to pour it, nothing comes out. "Oh boo, the wine is gone. Guess we should turn in for the night." I say as I begin to get up, but then he stops me when I go to grab his glass. "Nope, let me do it. You are probably exhausted." He says while taking my glass and bottle out of my hands.

As he begins to make way to the kitchen, I watch him from the back and realize how tall and how different his build is from the time I saw him. He still has his unusually messy dirty blonde hair that still somehow makes him look professional and his button down from the suit he has been wearing fits him perfectly around his body. I soon got up and followed him into the kitchen and he was already washing the wine glasses; while his back was turned I went up behind him and hugged him from behind. "Lucy, you okay?" He asks while still facing the sink. When I hugged him, I instantly felt warmth against my cold body and I snuggled more into his back as if it were a bed. He then turned around and picked me up from the ground and made me straddle his waist till he placed me on the kitchen counter.

"Tell me what's wrong? We're still friends, right?" He asked while looking at me, but he was so close that I could feel his breath on my nose. Our eyes would look around until we finally made eye contact. "Of course, I mean we grew up together and we used to hangout all the time. It's just if we are being honest, I never saw you as an older brother." I let those words slip as if it weren't even me saying it. If I weren't a little tipsy, those words would have never left my mouth. He gave me a confused look," What do you mean by that? Your parents are my guardians." I nod before I speak again," I know but just when I was little like say around 13-14 years old, I would run away from you during training because I had a slight crush on you...so I never saw you as a sibling cause that's just wrong, but to little teen me you were my first crush. That's why I never dated anyone, just slept around." As I say that his eyes travel all over my face as if he couldn't recognize me. I felt the awkward tension so I began to come up with an excuse to leave, "Umm...so with that said I am just gonna—" Before I can even continue, he pulls me in by the face and kisses me intensely as if he's been waiting for me to give him a sign of feelings towards him. My brother always called me cold hearted when he and Jaxon made comments, but at that moment when Jaxon kissed me he melted my freezing body. Without stopping the kiss, he picked me up and began walking to his room and with his foot he shut the door.