Falling For The Mob

29 No questions

Sam

Our trip over the Canadian border panned out in the end. For days, we've had men stationed outside the storage unit, and this morning Paolo Capri was apprehended by my guards.

I put Lawrence in charge of the interrogation, to which his brothers are displeased. I trust all my cousins equally, but with the help of Addy, Lawrence is much easier to control. He has also calmed down quite a bit since the birth of his child. Not much has changed, but he seems to have become less impulsive than his brothers in the last three months.

This has been the first solid lead in months, and he should be calling me within the next few hours with answers. Things are finally beginning to look up, yet somehow I cannot maintain my focus on my work. All because of her.

It has been three days, Zoë should have contacted me.

That is how it has always been after I sleep with someone. Less than a day passes before they come back to me. Maybe she did not enjoy it as much as expected, or maybe I was too rough with her. How can she claim to not regret it and then spend the rest of the week ignoring me?

It is infuriating how she can make me doubt myself in something as simple as sex. I have better things to do, but the mere thought has been diluting my focus. I cannot get the image of her flustered face out of my mind, the way she stuttered and stumbled out of my room. I can call nothing but adorable. Even now, my hands are itching to touch her again. To feel her around my fingers, to taste her.

I stare at the clock, watching the seconds tick by agonizingly slowly. If she thinks my performance was mediocre enough to forget, then she must be set straight.

Zoë

It took me all day, but eventually, I managed to convince Addy that I am perfectly fine. It wasn't without effort, I'm such a terrible liar. I have no idea how I plan on keeping it up if Sam and I keep going.

It's near midnight when I faintly feel exhaustion take over. Even after my day with Addy, I thought it would be best to get back to work because being alone in my apartment with my thoughts would only make everything worse.

As I prepare the couch for another night's rest, a soft knock echoes through the room. Since Henry, I have been extra careful about who I let in, even now, I find my stomach aching with anxiety.

"Who is it?"

"Zoë, open the door."

My heart quickens as my body temperature rises. Another knock can be heard. No other voice can send shivers down my spine like this. I thought I had one more day before I needed to face her.

"Zoë?"

Even if I'm not ready, I can't keep her standing in the hallway. I whip the door open and step aside to let her in, all while avoiding looking at her until I close the door behind her.

Her footsteps echo through the awkward silence as I take in her all-black attire. Why is she here? More importantly, how am I going to hide how nervous I suddenly am?

"What can I do for you, Sam?"

She casually strolls around my office before glancing over her shoulder at me. "Would you believe me if I said I was in the neighborhood, Dr. DeLuca?" Besides the slight smirk dancing at her lips, there is little I am getting from her expression.

"No, not really." I nervously fidget, feeling grateful that I stopped stuttering.

Briefly, she continues studying the room like she hasn't spent hours locked in here working. Is she trying to make me nervous?