Don's Fiancée [18+Only]

7

I don't know why but I was anxious to finish this trade we have tonight. My fingers kept tapping on my lap against my cell phone while Luka drove us to the port. We need to make sure that the goods are of excellent quality and will be delivered in time to John Gray from the American mafia.

It was only a fifteen-minute drive from the warehouse and we'll be meeting up with Angelo and the team in the port with the merchandise.

''How's the girl?'' Luka broke the long silence blanketing over us inside the car.

''I don't know and I don't care'' I snapped. That was a lie, that girl has been bugging me since we caught her two weeks ago. Her face, the way her innocent golden chocolate hues stared at me with amazement when I told her that we'd be staying in one room. Just the thought of her reaction sends shivers all over my body, giving me the excitement to surprise her again.

My best friend chuckled ''I saw what she did to Mario.'' Mario was our chef who tried to stab her this morning. It amazed me how fast her reflexes were and how she felt the threat and blocked it at the same time.

''Did you find anything interesting about her?'' I said instead to change the topic. No one can know that that girl is affecting me this much.

''Not much'' Luka handed me a file from the backseat as we hit the red light. ''She's an orphan and Dante adopted her at age seven. Since then she has been living under his roof but he treats her like a slave. He allowed her to finish high school and that's it.''

''She was on the run from him since'' I finished reading the report and wonder why Dante would legally adopt a little girl if his only purpose was prostitution. No sane man would go to those lengths just to earn money from a slut.

The report on her was good, exceptional even. Valedictorian from elementary to high school. Sharpshooter, knows kickboxing, Muay Thai, Wing Chun? What the fuck is Wing Chun? Hobbies: cooking, reading, and so on. I closed the file before I could finish reading it because a siren blared behind us.

''Can we just shoot him?'' Luka grumbled as he pulled over the car.

It was Lieutenant Martinez again. He has been hot on our trail since we moved here in New York three years ago. He suspects that we are from the mafia but he doesn't have any proof or will he ever find any for that matter.

Martinez knocked on the driver's side and Luka reluctantly rolled down his window. ''Evening Lieutenant'' my best friend's voice was laced with mockery ''still on traffic duties?''

I nearly burst out laughing as the officer grimaced. He made a mistake of taking us in a year ago for a drug-related case but our lawyer was hella good that Martinez was demoted for tarnishing my ever prestigious name in the business.

I still own legal businesses apart from those unknown to the world. As a respectable businessman in the eyes of the world, I would never allow someone like Martinez to ruin my reputation.