Rosemary and Thyme | Mafia Romance

Chapter Eleven

Salvatore

"She got out of work, sir. She went back to her hotel room." _____ voice came through the phone at nine, just as ordered. I sent him on this job because besides Matteo, he is the one I trust the most. He was my parents best friend, he was always a kind man despite his occupational status being tied to us. 

Since I had things to take care of I sent him to watch her in person to make sure she wasn't disrespected by another set of hands. I've occasionally watched her through the restaurants cameras, of course. I can't get her out of my head. I have never been this consumed. This obsessed. I want her constantly by my side, where she is safe. I want to watch her chest move up and down from her heavy breaths as she looks up at me, scared for her life. I won't be a threat to her, though. At least unless she wants me to be. I want to read her like a map and know every single thing about her and her life. I could get information easily but I want to hear it from her sweet little lips. "He's awake again, sir." 

I raise my hand and he walks away. On the rectangular screen my divinity is walking out of her bathroom, freshly showered in a see-through silk skirt and tank top. She is absolute perfection. I shut the screen off and stand, I love the view, my little divinity but I've got a job to finish. I groan, my pants tightening, not being able to get the sway of her hips out of my head. It's like feigning for a drug I haven't ever touched. 

I make my way down to the bottom floor where the cells are and my worker was definitely right, he's awake. I can hear a symphony of pleas and pathetic worried mumbles as I make my way to him, straightening my suit. 

Once I reach his bars, I can see his disheveled hair and torn up suit with blood stains making a unique depiction. Finally, he looked up and when he saw me it looked like he shit himself. "Salvatore," His voice was hoarse from all of the incoherent babbling. "Please, don't kill me. I-I don't even know what I did wrong. I did nothing wrong." 

I opened the cell door, my teeth clenched. "You did nothing wrong?" I bent down to be eye level with the scum. "You touched what is mine." 

His eyes went all over the cell, trying to recollect himself. "I-" He went to tell me I'm wrong but then realization swept across his face. "The waitress?" 

Without answering I walk over to the metal table on my right. Such beautiful instruments laid across it. I pick up the longest one, his reflection displayed on the end. His eyes and mouth went wide in protest. 

"Salvatore, man, I'm sorry! I didn't know! How was I supposed to know? She's a waitress."

I put it up to his neck. "Are you implying that she is just a waitress? She is unimportant because is just a waitress?"

"No, no, of course not, I-" I press the blade closer, nicking his skin, causing a little bit of blood to run down to his collar. He was too scared to move, too scared to even swallow. 

"You believe women are to be treated as objects?" 

He silently disagreed with mouth closed whines that should never come out of a grown man. 

"Answer." 

"No, si-" His screams reverberated off of the basement walls. A pile of blood pooled near my feet. "Fuck!" He grabbed his wrist, looking at it in disbelief and horror. I picked his hand up off the floor and walked out. 
"What should we do with him, sir?" One of my men came out of the shadows. "Let him bleed out. Then dispose of the body." He nodded and stepped back. "Yes, sir." 

I walk into my office where Matteo was already waiting. "Hey bro, what're you up t-" His voice trailed off when he caught a glimpse of the extra limb. "Ahh, what is that?" 

I down at my friend like he was stupid. "What does it look like?"

"Well, I see what it is but, how are you going to explain to the Irish what that is?" 

I glare at him, growing impatient. "I'm going to send it to them in a box and let them know he touched what is mine." 

He nodded. "Okay, simple enough." 

"Matter of fact, make yourself useful." I hand him the hand which he reluctantly took, clear disgust written over his features. "Go do that for me. I have other matters to attend to." 

"Uh-huh, yes sir." 

He left the room, mumbling something about the appendage having bad hygiene and dirty fingernails. 

I sit down and sigh, opening up the screen once more. She was just now climbing into bed, there's a cart on the side of the bed that wasn't there before so she must've just eaten. Good girl. 

She crawls along the king mattress, making her look tiny. She lays down on her back and stares up at the ceiling for a while. 

What're you thinking, my divinity?

Slowly, almost reluctantly she trails her hands down her body. I watch attentively, almost forgetting to breathe. Finally, she closes her eyes and dips her fingers underneath her skirt. A groan of approval rips through my chest and cock hardens again as she takes her free hand and starts to massage her breasts. 

"Fuck, baby." I undo my belt and thank God for the audio connected to the cameras because I wouldn't of heard my name come out her sweet little lips.