Falling For The Mob

41 Staff and Furniture

Zoë

I groan as the blaring alarm shakes me to my core. I slept less than three hours, and the bed is so warm. This thought of getting up is just terrible.

I silently pray for strength before beginning to hoist my body off the mattress. The moment I get into a sitting position, Sam's arm wraps around my still naked torso, pulling me back down.

"Stay," she grumbles, not bothering to open her eyes.

I giggle as she plants a few kisses down my shoulder. "I have a shift and need to be at the hospital in an hour." Her grip tightens, making the battle so much harder.

Eventually, I wrangle myself loose and get into the shower, suddenly realizing I don't have a fresh change of clothes. I will probably need to sneak into my office and change before Tony notices me. He has enough reasons to be suspicious, and I don't need to add to them.

He knows I went home with Sam, and if I show up at work dressed the same, there is pretty much nothing I can give as a logical explanation.

I find Sam standing by the coffee machine naked with a mug in one hand and the newspaper in the other. Addy told me that Sam likes to walk around naked, but I never thought this is what she meant. I don't think I mind, though.

She places the paper down when noticing me and grabs the other mug that is already poured. "Extra milk, no sugar."

I take it from her, reveling in the feeling of the warm liquid sliding down my throat. A wave of goosebumps travels over my arms, and I can't stop the soft moan that comes through my throat. Sam really does have the best coffee.

When I open my eyes, I find her staring at me with darkened eyes. I know that look, and if I don't distract her, I will definitely be late for work. "I thought you'd try to get some more sleep?"

She blinks away her thoughts before her smirk returns. "I no longer see the point in trying, might as well get an early start to the day."

Last night she told me about the prescription she has been taking to sleep, which brings up several questions. I've heard of those pills and know how difficult they are to get. It takes months of therapy and trying countless other methods before a psychiatrist even thinks to prescribe a drug so strong.

When I ask, she replied with her standard, 'No questions, Dr. DeLuca,' reminding me yet again of how maybe not so much has changed. Still not happy with it, I shake her reaction off. At least now that I'm here, she'll stop using them. The psychological side effects of long-term use can get pretty bad even if Sam refuses to acknowledge them.

I finish my coffee and make my way to the elevator to find Nico standing there with another man in the same Claymore Group security suit.

"Good morning." I smile at them, to which the second man returns the gesture. From Nico, I only get the usual expressionless nod.

"Ms. DeLuca, my name is Jonas Clout. I will be your driver this morning." The other man steps forward. He has dark skin, a buzz cut, and is built like a tank. His eyes are kind as he stretches out a greeting hand.

"That is very kind of you, Jonas, but I won't be needing a driver."

I try stepping past him only to have him move and block my path to the elevator with his large frame.

"I am sorry, Ms. DeLuca. I have been given very specific orders and must insist on driving you to work." I turn to Nico, hoping to get sympathy from the man or at least some sort of explanation, but as always, his eyes are blank.