He let out a growl of sorts before placing a wet kiss on the crook of my neck. Sparks immediately flew from my body to his as my heart began to pound out of my chest. He knew that that was my spot, and he had the audacity to do it in the middle of a...
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- J E T H R O -
"Some days the devil himself sits back and enjoys my work."
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It's been three days since I saw her and Dimitri Gambino, and just thinking about pisses me off. What can she possibly see in him? He's a nobody, shit- the only reason I know him is because he caught us stealing his work.
It's been even longer since Antonio Ferrari called me and asked for details on her. I thought she was just playing him at first, but I saw them together after our phone call. I know that I'm under his skin and that's exactly where I want to be.
I've known Kylie for nearly three years and I know something wrong. It can't be a coincidence that she's been with two decently powerful men in a matter of a week.
I poured myself a glass of scotch before sitting down. I know something wrong, but I'm not entirely sure what nor do I give a shit. As long as I have her wrapped around my finger, no other man will be a threat.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was opening time to her restaurant. I stood up and walked out the door to go to where she works. I hopped on my motorcycle and drove to her place, once I pulled up I jumped off my bike and walked in there.
She came out with her head down as she was trying to get her notebook open, but the second her head looked up her face went pale. Her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows furrowed before she turned her heels and walked the other direction, I knew she was going to make another person wait on me so I stood up and chased after her.
I grabbed her arm as she walked into the back room, but instead of her stopping I recieved a hard slap to the face. Most slaps didn't hurt nor bother me, but this one stung not only of violence but of hatred.
My eyes fell on her and my grip around her arm tightened, "Kylie don't you ever fucking slap me again."
"Then don't ever touch me again," she tried prying out of my grasp.
"I just want to talk."
She rolled her eyes, "You said that last time and then you shoved your tongue down my throat."
