Veitato: LUST IN THE FORBIDDEN ADVENTURE

Spoiled Child

Before leaving, I wore a hoodie and used it to cover my face. I used a balaclava in order to hide my face.

I was in disguise so it would be difficult and almost impossible for anyone to recognize me.

I swallowed hard and walked out of the house. I headed to the car and opened the car door. I slid into the passenger seat while my man was on the driver's seat with his hands on the steering wheel.

Behind was Selena's son and he was talking about nothing in particular. He was talking about random things when I entered the car so I just ignored him and sighed.

"Ready?"

"Yeah," I responded and he turned on the ignition. He slammed his foot on the accelerator and the car sped off.

He took a U-turn shortly after and kept driving with speed.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" My man asked and I gave a confirmation nod.

"I'm sure about it, don't worry about me."

"What if we need anyone? We can't be too sure that the place will be free from the cops and them."

"Who would hang around a house when who they want has been said to be dead?"

"Hmm."

I looked back at Selena's son and he didn't look like he was hearing us. The while conversation was in Italian so he didn't hear anything we said.

"This child is a pain in the ass," I continued. "Always talking and never shutting up."

"I know right?" He responded. "Good thing he's always a step away cause I could have made a fist right into his face."

I paused and then thought of something. "See," I said. "I don't know what I felt more at Selena's house. I just can't uh— I can't seem to get it."

"You're just angry," he told me. "That's it, Luciano. You're just angry and recovering."

"I think I made a mistake with her son," I told him. "Like a big mistake."

"I feel like the boy knows what he's doing.. It's kind of obvious that—" he was talking until he got distracted.

"See," he said again. "Something happened at the mall yesterday. The boy hacked a camera so he could let someone steal from the mall."

"Do you know who the person is?"

He shook his head in disapproval. "No idea. But that act? Damn."

"It's petty," I told him. "The boy isn't ready."

A moment of silence followed until I thought of it and decided to brush it off. "I can just send him to school because his mother is a nice woman. Nice women deserve good things and I know it."

I paused as I thought of Tiffany's mom. "You know? My step mom is a nice woman too and I think about her often. I think about all the kind things and good things she has done."

He looked at me and I gave a nod. "But I just think— I have this feeling that my Dad doesn't love her. I don't know but— it's all just so clear and the more I think if it, the more I get to understand."

"What are you talking about?" He asked me.

"I've never seen them in a romantic way. That's suspicious, don't you think? Never for once since they got together. They're always busy and it's never ending if not for the fact that she's recovering from the accident she had."

"You know what I think?" He asked. "I think you're emphasizing on these things too much and you just need rest. You need good rest."

He pulled over and I looked at the building. My heart squeezed at the thought of all the memories my apartment brought.

"I got this," I told him and took a few strides toward the door. I pushed the door open an walked inside.

The soothing scent, and the way everything was exactly the way I left it made a small smile to tug on my face.

I walked to the kitchen and brewed coffee for myself. I took a sip from the cup of coffee while Brad walked back in.

"The shipment will only be dispatched when you sign," he said.

"Is there a reason why it's being delayed? I had men stationed around waiting for a swift delivery."

"Yes,apparently some glocks are missing so they had to use a moment to think of an alternative."

"Hmmm. I'll think of something and—"

"I knew it!" Selena's son yelled and we turned to look at him.

"Knew what?" Brad asked with suspicion in his eyes.

"I knew you both are talking about me. I sensed it from the look on your face," he said pointing at me.

I frowned because it made no sense talking about him when I had more pressing issues.

I ignored him and stood to my feet. I walked away and turned to Tiffany's room. I inhaled gently and laid on her fluffy bed.

I used my hands to trace the bedspread with a sad smile on my face as I laid there quietly.

"What's this?" A voice asked. "Do you have a roommate?"

It was Selena's son with his meddlesome questions again. I thought of brushing his question off again but at the same time, maybe he deserved an answer this time around.

"She is my life," I told him and just when I saw his brows raise, I looked away. "Tell Brad that we leave in an hour."

He didn't respond to that but just stood looking around the room. He had his eyes on every thing before turning back to me.

"You look like a spoiled child," he told me and I frowned.

What the hell would make him feel that way about me? I didn't care though. I didn't even want to know.

I thought of ways of silencing him and just making him shut up but I brushed it off. I just looked at him and gave him a quick smile.