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Ch.33

Kiara

A job?

My eyes traced his stoic expression, noticing the furrowed brows, the tick of his jaw and the grind of his teeth. It was hard to read such a serious man, but after knowing Domenico for as long as two months, you do tend to tell the difference between genuine solemnity and play.

My chin dipped, my brows raised up in pure curiosity, "You... you were serious?"

He let a hot breath escape once he placed a hand over mine, rubbing his calloused palm over my knuckles, caressing it with a message that whispered sweet, pacifying words.

Rough hands. Gentle touch.

"It's your choice, Kiara," he spoke, "It's a one time thing, but I'm only asking you since you've got hands-on experience in these things."

I frowned, "Experience?"

"Oh you poor, naive child," Camillo let out a tsk, shaking his head—slow and deliberate. "Thieving, hun. Stealing, robbing and whatnot," he stood up, stepping over to tower over me, "You know, I didn't actually take you for one of those bandits those pigs have been trying to track down for ages."

A smug, yet somewhat proud smile spread on his brother's cheek, and the hand on my own was quick to circle my body and hug me to Domenico's, "Exactly," he simply shrugged.

"Lei è perfetta [she's perfect]."

That, I couldn't help but pout out a lip. My life was nothing but a run-down show of a constant gamble with money. Tricky, but it was something I grew up to get used to over the years, though robberies were always just a consequence of desperation, as seen two months ago from today.

A job, however, was something alien to me—and to be offered one by a gangster himself only made way for a rise of alarm bells and red flags.

The pressure of having two of them in my own home was terrifyingly overwhelming itself, and just the stern looks of them set off warning sirens blaring in my head.

Camillo eventually left to go back to meet up with Malik and Roman mid-way into their explanations as to how the whole thing was going to run once they managed to get everything set and under control. There was a mention of a man, and basically all Domenico really needed from me was proof of the guy's relationship with a woman.

Eva Sterling.

The venom that came out of that man's mouth...

"I've heard that name before," I muttered, sucking the back of my teeth. We were both sitting on the rug of the lounge, snacking on Doritos and salsa as Domenico scrolled through Camillo's laptop on the coffee table. "Who is she?"

"The DEA's administrator," he spoke, popping a tortilla chip into his mouth as he turned the laptop to me. "Tan skin, dark haired and has an accent—I'm sure you've seen her on TV before."

It wasn't until I took notice of the woman displayed on the laptop—curly haired, tan skin, slim and curvy. Beautiful. I looked between Domenico and the screen before I sat back and nodded, "Yeah I have," I said, "she did a charity for kids with cancer once."

He raised a brow, letting a chuckle out before he went back to scrolling through the pictures, "Fake shit, baby. All of it."

Domenico's hand reached out to my glass of water, taking generous gulps before placing it back down, half empty. I frowned with dissatisfaction. "Well I don't know, she seems like a nice lady," I shrugged, tracing my finger around the rim of the glass, "Maybe you've got your eyes set on the wrong person."