Glimpse- An Obsessed Mobster Love story

New Chapter One

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This Wattpad version will always be free to read there in it's entirety. Just go to my 'Collections' page and open "Glimpse - Free Version". The new version is also there, on my Love Club tier, if you're interested.

Just FYI, in the new Love Club Tier version EVERY chapter is expanded or even changed quite a bit. There are totally different Chapters 4 &5, and there will be a new chapter where John TOPS Ambrose... as much as Ambrose lets him, of course.... ;)

John would have to remember to thank Darla when he got home. He had never had such an easy job in his life. Ride along with his client, stand next to him during a meeting, then ride back with him. For a hundred grand, John would have done a lot more, but that was all the client wanted.

The filthy rich client sharing the long black town car with John had been typing on his phone or staring out the window with a thoughtful look on his handsome face the entire drive; from his swanky, disgustingly fancy uptown penthouse, down to the warehouse district on the edge of the wharf. It was late at night, and the area was abandoned. As far as John could tell, this car and the one behind them with extra security were the only ones around. All the workers had gone home for the day.

Or maybe the rumored crime lord beside him had payed to have everyone else out of the way, who the fuck knew?

It was a bummer that John's client for the night was almost certainly a horrible human being. The man really was eye-candy, so it sucked knowing he was a monster in disguise.

Really, a total bummer, John thought. He cast a sneaky side-eyed glance at his client, but the rich guy was frowning at his phone and didn't notice. Other than the frown, he was totally John's type. Probably four or five years older than John's twenty-six years, with the air of maturity that John always liked in a partner. He had thick, black hair that curled ever so slightly above his collar and around his temples. His strong, clean-shaven jaw ended in a chin with a cute little dimple.

His lips were full and totally kissable, his cheekbones were sharp enough to cut someone, and his gray eyes were ghostly and haunting. Total hottie. Even his name was kinda hot. Ambrose.

A hottie, but probably a criminal. No thank you.

The car came to a gentle stop in the front parking lot of a shipping warehouse that had seen better days. John couldn't imagine it looked any less shambolic in the daylight. At least in the semi-dark of the few lampposts lighting the area, John wouldn't see the rats and roaches that lived there. Was there actually someone waiting to meet this rich guy there? What kind of meeting took place in a shack like that? And at this time of night?

An illegal one, most likely. John didn't like it, but he was getting paid well and all he had to do was stand there and be extra muscle. He could do that. Time to get to work.

He climbed out of the car quickly and paused. He focused his second sight and Looked at the building.

Nothing. It was safe, at least for thirty more seconds.

John circled the town car. The identical car used by the extra security dudes pulled up right behind theirs as he opened the door for his client. Ambrose got out of the car with graceful strength. John was startled to see that Ambrose was taller and a little broader than he looked sitting in the dim car interior. John was on the short side at only five foot seven, but at least he was pretty beefy to make up for it. His brunette hair, ambiguous brown skin and brown eyes made him feel pretty plain in the looks department, but his friends said he was handsome. But that's what friends were supposed to say.