Dollface

Part 25

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My hands fold in my lap as I sit in the passenger seat next to Simon. It's been a while since I've seen this position, his left hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear box while his dark eyes stare straight ahead at the road.

I look out the window and admire the beauty of nature surrounding us.

I: This place is beautiful.
S: I suppose.

Simon exhales, nodding his head slowly, a scoff leaving my mouth as I turn to him, a sarcastic grin on my face.

I: This is the part where you say as you say.

His eyes roll in irritation.

S: Shut up.

We soon arrive somewhere on the road and park on a sidewalk, without a word, Simon got out of the car and started walking, not even waiting for me to follow him.

As I scurry after him, maintaining a fast pace to keep up with him. I feel multiple stares from each person we pass, I was uncomfortable.

A few men were sitting on the concrete between two shops, talking loudly and playing cards, a cigarette stuck in the mouth of a man with dark black hair and tattooed skin, his eyes looking up at me.

I immediately regret making eye contact with him as he smiles mischievously. I was desperate to get as far away from them as possible, but out of nowhere, a large, rough tug on my arm hits me. I gasp and hold my breath as his face gets closer.

?: Ey, minina bonita, vamos ter um pouco de diversão, não é?

I didn't speak Portuguese so I had no idea what he was saying, although I knew it was something bad from the cackle that came out of his mouth, my hand twisted in his grip trying to pull my arm away when I heard Simon behind me.

S: Deixar de ir lá agora, ou eu atirar em você certo entre os olhos.

This must have been a joke for the man because he laughs quietly and his mates follow. He laughed amusedly, but then the man looked more closely at Simon and all the amusement disappeared from his face.

The man's dark eyes widened in absolute horror.

?: A tatuagem de C-cobra...

Simon clenches his jaw and yanks me out of the man's grasp.

S: Come on Isa.

Before I knew it, I was being dragged further down the street.

I: What made him so scared?

I asked him, panting quickly.

I: What did you say to him?

I stop and tug on Simon's bicep.

S: That's none of your business.

He tries to walk forward, but I barely hold onto his shirt.

I: Simon.

He slowly turns around and sighs deeply, staring into my eyes for a while before speaking again.

S: He knows who I work for, that's all.
I: How?
S: Stop asking so many questions, I warned you about this Isa, you know I detest it.
I: I'm sorry, if it's not a big deal, just tell me.
S: Why are you so curious?

He groans as I shrug, running my hands through his hair as he inspects our surroundings.

I: Excuse me?
S: ...the tattoo on my neck.

My eyes drifted to a spot just below his ear where a small snake was drawn into his skin.

S: The cobra on my neck is the mafia tattoo. Everyone who works for your father has one.

I frowned.

I: I've never seen it on anyone
S: That's because they have it somewhere you can't see it. Trust me, they do.
I: Oh...
S: Now let's get this computer and go. We can't be in public for too long, it's unnecessary and dangerous.

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After he returns, Simon sets up the new computer and puts his eyes on the screen. I get the dustpan and start picking up all the broken glass.

S: Fuck, Isabell, can't you fucking bend over in those shorts?

He croaked rather irritatingly, my cheeks flushing bright pink as I awkwardly stood up and refused to look at him, he probably thinks I'm trying to start something again, shit.

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After I finish cleaning, I walk over and stand behind Simon.

I: So what's first?
S: I need to catch up on everything that was last finished with the program.
I: Okay... so what's been happening recently?
S: Just some background on mafias, nothing too out of the ordinary.

I frowned.

S: Most of these mafias are desperate for money and will do anything for it. Got it.
I: Do you think I'm worth money?
S: That could be the case, but we can't assume that, there are many different possibilities.
I: Right.

I continued to look at the screen.

I: What else did you feel-

There was a big crash near the window that made me scream and almost trip over my own feet, instead I landed in Simon's lap.

S: It was the window, Isa.

He mumbled, making me blush angrily and push my hair out of my face.

I: Yes...

I mumbled very embarrassed, as I tried to get up, his big hands grabbed my hips and I felt a shiver shoot through my body. I sat stiffly, lips parted with wide eyes.

Simon moved and sat up straighter, his lips brushing the bare skin of my shoulder. His hot breath fanned against me made my heart beat ten times faster,

I: Simon... what are you doing?
S: I don't know.

He murmured, taking a deep breath, just the feeling of being so close to him making my stomach flutter.

S: I think you should get off me.
I: Then let go of me.
S: I probably should.
I: Yeah...

When he released my hips, I stood up and moved to stand next to him. It was killing me not to just sit back down and kiss his plump, pink lips. The thought of them gave me butterflies.

S: So where were we?

He keeps looking back at the screen while I stare at him, sighing deeply.