One too Many

Chapter 12

Mariposa Samara

I am almost done with the coding for today when my phone rings.

I know it's one of the guys. They held up good without calling every five minutes since I got here.

I feel eyes on me as I go to pickup the phone.

I felt these eyes a lot on me today and for some reason I don't mind it. They don't feel predatory, like the other looks I get from almost every waste of space on this earth, aka men.

They don't make my skin crawl, they aren't making me sick to my stomach, and they don't raise my hackles.

Even though they have been staring holes in me, they feel...comfortable? Maybe even protective? And probably a little lusty? I feel like they are undressing me with their eyes. I don't know exactly, but they certainly aren't creepy, but I can feel the sexual tension in the air, making me feel hot and sweaty.

Looking at the phone, Zaid's name flashes across the screen and I swipe to accept the call.

"Hey mom, how is it going? Are you done? Should we come pick you up? When will you be ready? What d-" his hurried questioning is stoped short as I hear flesh hitting flesh followed by an 'awww'.

That was probably Zeiden slapping him upside the head.

"Give her a moment to answer, shithead!" I hear Zeiden yell at him through the phone.

"Shut up, dickhead! Sorry, mom. It's been a couple of hours and we got a little worried. Texts weren't cutting it." Zaid says coming back to track.

Chuckling at their antics, I answer, "I am almost done with work here, but I'm going to Uncle's house because we're telling his sons' what happened years back. So I might be a little late. Don't worry about me."

Just as I finish saying the sentence, my phone was snatched from my hands. I look up to see uncle smiling down at me with a wink. I try to reach for the phone, key word try, but Uncle's a giant and I barely reach the middle of his chest, and my short arms aren't doing any better.

He puts his free hand on my head to keep me from jumping as he smirks down at me.

"Give me the damn phone, old man." I huff in annoyance as I try to reach for it again.

I hear sniggering and quiet laughing behind me but I ignore it completely as I focus on my mission.

"Calm down, Mari. I just wanna tell them something." He says in his most gentle tone as he looks softly at me.

This man always treated me like I'm the most valuable thing there is. He is so gentle with me like I am some expensive fragile glass. Even before knowing our story, he always teated me, us, with respect and love, and the man was a complete stranger to us.

Sighing, I go back to my work so we can leave soon.

"Hey boys. How are you?" He asks as he leans against the table looking at me.

"I'm good, thanks for asking. I will see you soon enough so we can catch up." He continues talking to them about everything and anything. Teasing them and making jokes with them.

His sons walked closer to us and are gaping at Uncle. Probably because they haven't seen their dad interact like that with strangers. Or strangers to them at least.

These people may be softies with their families, but they are also ruthless criminals. Their reputation precedes them. Everyone, old and young, knows about them, and most importantly fears them. They are known for killing who wrongs them, they don't have mercy for strangers.