The Tax Collector (GirlxIntersex) Book 1

Chapter 28

Chapter 28
Valentino POV


"You're going out of your way to ensure she has everything." Reaper replied, but I couldn't help but suspect he was being sarcastic. I scowled at him. I have Lucia's measurements, but I leave clothing and other feminine items shopping to Garcia. I would simply focus on obtaining her a phone and her paperwork.

"That's because she's my duty, and I'm willing to care for her."

"Do you hear how you sound?"

"I don't care." I gazed at the rows of phones on the monitors.

"Get her the cheapest one...ah..." His fingers moved around till they rested on a flip phone. My eyebrows wrinkled upon noticing the antiquated-looking device.
My last sighting of a flipper was so long ago. It was my first phone when I arrived on American territory. Back then, the phone was everywhere. Hot as bread. Now it appeared to be accumulating dust.

Technology has progressed. But I would not say the same for Lucia. She has a lot to learn about. I didn't see her with a phone, so I figured she didn't know how to use it.

"What would Lucia be doing with a flipper?"

"She only has to call you; you wouldn't want to find out that the girl you are spending so much money on are online, chatting to other people, right?" He air quoted people. He's really awful.
"You are the devil." I gritted. "But I don't mind if she wants to speak to other people. She's meant to speak with other individuals."

He grinned as he picked up a far more modern phone. "As a matter of fact, let her get a lot more modern phone so I can sneak into her direct message."

"You slip into her DM, and I cut your cock off and stuff it up your nose." I kept my cool while speaking. He laughed, and it echoed throughout the electronics store.

"I thought you said she should speak to people?" He air quoted people once again.

"She talks to everyone except you and... Lola."
I had informed Reaper about what Lola said, and it made me question why I told him anything now, if he was simply going to stand with the villains. I understand; he believes she is for the streets and deserves to be taken advantage of. But not in this lifetime, not while I was alive.

"I don't know why I wasn't asked to the cookout." Reaper asked.

"Why? Does it matter? I asked. "You understand how people feel about you having too many tattoos."

"You've got tattoos. It doesn't excuse anything."

"I don't have tattoos on my face and appear like I'm about to rob a bank." We gradually progressed from the phone aisle to the aisle with laptops.
I was looking ahead to her future. In the back of my mind, I had her future planned; I felt like a dad.

"We technically robbed the bank jointly."

I scowled at him. "You don't know when to shut up?" I glared. "And that was not the bank; it was a money truck."

"It isn't like—"

"Val, Reaper!" A girl's voice rang out our name at the end of the long aisle. Both Reaper and I turned back to find it was Deja's sister. Great! I looked back at Reaper, who had a mischievous grin on his lips. Just fucking wonderful!

She waved to us as she walked down the aisle.
It appears she had just come from outside, since her jacket was dripping with water.

"Hi..." She giggled as she lurched in both of our arms, soaking our suit. Absolutely stunning!

"Hey..." I greeted awkwardly. I glanced about for the nearest escape. When Deja and I split up, I attempted to avoid her family, who professed to love me a lot. Her family consisted of sweet white individuals that live a wealthy lifestyle. I genuinely adore them. They were a little too sweet for me. Well, I wouldn't say the same for the dad.

I was also seeking for a getaway and hoping to see Deja.
I'd love to see the expression on her face when she discovered I was performing far better, possibly better than her little college boyfriend.

I gazed at Primrose. She cautiously removes the raincoat hat from her head. She was kind and lovely. She has a small pink, rosy flush, exactly like her big sister, and is overall quite sociable. She found out what I do for a career, and her reply was "Awesome, may I join one day?"

"How is everything?" I gazed at the happy girl as she ran her fingers over her curly, light red hair. She has a pale complexion yet a vibrant personality.

"It's been amazing; I just got back from Japan."

"Wow!" I give the girl a shaky grin. "Great."
She delivered a light knuckle blow to my forearm.

"Stop being so weird."

"When was the last time you spoke with Deja? You know, Val worries about her every day." Reaper said, rather frankly, but I threw a look in the hope that it would silence him. I occasionally think about the girl.

Primrose grinned and shook her head. "We chat almost every day. I'll tell her; you say hello." She said.

"Nonsense, come this Sunday, over by Val's old family house, they're holding a little get-together, you guys may wander along." Reaper spoke. He definitely knows how to speak. His grin widened as he patted my shoulder.

"Really?" She enthusiastically inquired.
"Of course, Deja is family no matter what. Val, isn't that correct? They both stared at me, and I gave a phony grin.

"Yep." I gritted.

"Well, you will see us. It's good to see you again after so long. Are you guys still, you know..." Shyly, she bites her lips.

"We never stop grinding."

"I still think it's cool." She lurched into us again. "I will see you all on Sunday." She squeals. "I cannot wait." She turns and walks away.

"I fuckin' hate you." I gritted.

"You will not regret seeing her. And you two can be the crazy couple who fucks in public every time you get."

"I really didn't want to see her." Deja was old news.

And I treat her like any other ex-girlfriend I had. There will be nothing occurring between us.