Assassin [18+]

Outlaws

§Morgana Acampora§

"Can we get some ice cream?" I asked although I still made my way to that aisle without getting his answer. "What flavor do you like?"

"Anything with chocolate," he said placing ten sticks of butter in the cart.

"Great," I grabbed three pints of rocky road and threw them in with the other stuff "me too."

He smiled "You're still the same energetic little girl I remember." He really had to call me little girl...well this little girl can ride a dick like a madwoman.

"I'm not little anymore though. That doesn't mean I don't misbehave but now no one finds out," I winked before pushing the cart past him.

"Misbehave?" He inquired as he walked behind me.

"Yes," I hummed looking around at the stuff on shelves and maybe checking out a man or two. Some guys just have great asses like I could never "You know what I told you earlier about sleeping around," I stopped by a shelve with beetroot chips on it. "Should we take this? Maybe I can make a dip," my eyes met his' "What do you say?" He was giving me a weird look.

"Yeah, that would be a great addition," Eros cleared his throat.

"Also I don't think I should be calling you uncle Eros anymore," I squeezed his right bicep through the black leather of his jacket as I bit my lower lip "we aren't blood-related and I haven't seen you in a long time, Eros," a grin played on my lips as our eyes met. "Fuck, you do workout a lot."

"Yeah, I agree," he had his eyes on my lips.

"Good," I turned around and threw the cellophane bag into the cart. "Do we need anything else, Eros?"

"Um, no," the man cleared his throat.

"Good, let's pay," I pushed the cart towards the register with a victory smile on my lips; this might be easier than expected. There were three people ahead of us and every other register had a longer queue. "Fuck," a deep sigh left my mouth.

"So did you learn anything at this school?" He asked.

"Yeah," I glanced over my shoulder to find him staring at my ass. I was bent over as my arms were folded on the cart's handle. "One of my teachers said I was the best student he ever had."

"Really?"

"Really," I looked forward, giggling as my hips moved from left to right.

"And were you fucking this teacher?"

"Most likely. Would you fuck me if I was your—" when I turned around he was no longer there but I did find an old lady judging me as if some demonic aura was surrounding me; don't doubt it though. My eyes searched him and found him by the beetroot chips as he was on the phone. "Lovely."

Eros was back by the time I was done placing all the items on the band, he apologized for leaving out of nowhere but he had to attend a call from work. On our way back to the house he was quiet, too quiet for my taste to be honest; you know in my mind he would have his hand on my thigh already or between them.

When we entered the house with the paper bags, my father was in the living room on the phone and my mother was furiously drinking a martini with three olives so something must've gone wrong.

She approached me chugging down her drink "What's going on mo—" I gasped feeling her hand hitting my right cheek "what the fuck mom?!"

"Where have you been?!"

"With Eros," I rubbed my cheek "we went to the store to get things for dinner—"

"Cassian Becker is on his way here," she grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me upstairs. "This is important for our family, you need to impress him. Did you bring a formal dress?"