Never Be Yours

chapter one

Something feels off thinking to myself as I walked along with Vadim and the others. We had a meeting with the a realtor about some property Vadim had been eyeing on for some time now. The owner had mysteriously died under suspicious circumstances, also known as us. I didn't necessarily want to kill the fellow, didn't mind killing either though. 

The man wasn't a fight you could tell just by looking at him, We stalked him days in advanced, we being me Boris and a few other men. 32 years old, no relationship, all his family had past away, and he had a cat that hated him. You could tell he was depressed just by looking at him, he walked with his shoulders slouched and head dropped taking slow steps. He would sigh after reaching his destination. He never went out of the house, the estate had few staff that would stock the kitchen and clean up around the mansion.   

All he did was mope around and ask his cat stupid questions. Watching him was hard. Sleep just called your name, anything was better then starring at him. Finally we got the call to take him out. He didn't run, He didn't hide, He didn't do anything. Not even beg for his own life. I shot him, right between the eyes. How does someone let themselves get like that, if your not happy do something about it. It is not that hard to figure out, find a damn hobby, be passionate about something. 

The bloke did nothing wrong, just happened to be the last heir to an estate boss wanted. We probably did him a favor. the place was , deep in s thick forest surround by pines. Big old fancy estate, no neighbors for miles which means less questions will be asked. Our current compound is set up well but people are starting to ask questions. We can only remove so many neighbors. This place is more secluded than the current. That's is one thing the Mafia looks for in an estate, privacy. We have big plans no need for curious eyes. The feeling I'm forgetting something is still knowing at me.

"Place is supposed to have a nice garage Nicer than we have now, may not even need to renovate it." Boris comments he's the third in command has a thing for cars. Then it hits me, keys. I left the damn keys in the car.

I turn quickly "forgot the keys." I jog down the stairs. We are meeting the realtor at some Italian restaurant, his choice not ours. This isn't a big deal at all but I decided to throw a fit to annoys Vadim the whole ride there. It worked quite well, chuckling to myself, finally arriving at the bottom.

Reaching my car I see the door open. The cars windows are tinted so I can't see the dead mans body. I reach for my gun, round the car door and stop. This is a woman. I can't kill a woman, I don't have it in me. I'm ruthless; shoot then ask questions, but when it comes to women I'm weak. I want to protect them not hurt them. So when my eyes landed on the bottom half of a women, very sexy women may I add, I freeze. I watched her as she shuffled things around, completely oblivious the owner was standing directly behind her.

She didn't look like someone who high jacks are car, but then again I didn't look like the killer type either. She was talking to herself, arguing?  I didn't move, I made no sounds as I thought of what to do. If she turn around she will clearly understand she's been caught. She may try and run, then I'd have to chase her. I know I can't let her go, I want to know why she's stealing from my car. So the real question is do I want the chase ? Yes.

 I step back a few feet, "Hey you! What are you doing!" I yelled making it seem like I had just arrived and saw what was happening.

I waited for her to make her move, but she didn't. The little trouble maker stayed perfectly still. She must have knows she'd been caught, so why not make a run for it? I started to approach the vehicle and the minute I did the little bitch jumped in, locked the door and started the car. Shit. I can't see her because the windows are tinted.

I reached for my gun to shoot one of the tires but I was suddenly thrown to the ground. She hit me with my car. By the time I sat up there  she was gone. I was furious. Who ever this women was, she had guts. I was not excepting that, I very much under-estimated her. She had my gotten attention. I don't know what I'm going to do when I catch her, but I know for a fact I will catch her. If she wants to dance with the devil, who am I to hold her back?  I smile with anticipation as I head back to the restaurant knowing I would see her very soon.