Chapter 5 5

Dom suddenly busts in, "What the fuck was that? You touc-" he stopped mid-sentence and took in his surroundings.

"Shit sorry boss, didn't realize this was today." He scratched the back of his neck and went to sit in the leather desk chair next to mine.

"Do you know why you're here?" Dom began immediately getting into work mode.

I sat and gauged their responses, they all seemed relatively comfortable and put together, except for one, Blanco.

He was wiping his sweaty hand constantly on his dress pants, he was fidgeting, and his right knee wouldn't stop bouncing.

He either has bad ADHD or he's finding something.

"well? What do you think?" I asked them in a dead tone.

"We don't have any idea, do you have a job for us boss?" Castello chimed in first, I watched as his breathing was normal and he was looking me directly in the eyes to show respect, or to appear calmer than he actually was.

"We know what you all did." I see Blanco immediately shoot his head up at us, he seemed more on edge now than before.

"Boss? What are you talking about?" John asked and looked very clueless, he may be a good actor,

"Listen boss, whatever you've heard, if it's bad I'm sure we had no part in it, you've got the wrong guys," Rodriguez added with a flat tone. He was confident and certain, we had the wrong people.

"Hey- boss, yeah, it wasn't us," Blanco finally speaks, I make a hand motion for Dominic to bring the pictures that were taken of 2 out of the 4 people in front of me,

Dom nodded and opened up a desk drawer full of files,

He set down a manila folder and I pushed it for Castello to open it, he did without hesitation, he began to scan the pictures, and one after the other his eyes got bigger and surprise was clear on his face.

"What the fûck is this, boss?"

"Blanco? What the hell! John- you- you guys are fucking sick!"

In the picture, both Blanco and John were transporting women and children into an 18-wheeler transporting box.

"You- they're so fucking young- why?!" Castello began to get more irritated, until the last picture he was fucking fuming I could see his hand itching to reach for his gun and kill these sick fucks.

"She- she looks 15 max, you sick fucks! You- you fucking r*ped a 15-YEAR-OLD GIRL!" Rodriguez chimes in pulling out his gun and pointing it directly at Blanco.

The last picture contained Blanco holding down a girl while John did sickening shit to the poor kid.

"You're their capo, Castello, you let it happen under your watch," I said in a dark tone, I was angry absolutely fuming all over again because I knew what they did.

We interfered when they left, got everyone to a safe place, and took them back to their homes.

My mafia doesn't do human trafficking bullshit it's inhuman fucking disgusting.

I Wolf whistle and 3 more of my men walk into the room, I motion for them to grab John and Blanco.

They get hauled out through the back door as Rodriguez and Castello have grim faces.

"Boss, I failed you, I let that happen, I-" he stuffed his face into his palms, shaking his head,

"I- I have a daughter- I would never- fuck!" He said and slammed his hand down on the arm of his chair.

"It's sick! I have a baby niece my little Sophie- I would never fucking touch a child I want to kill those bastardos!" Rodriguez chimed in.

"Listen, you two aren't to blame for this, but I want you to keep a close eye on your men, we will take care of those two sick fucks."

Rodriguez and Castello nodded and with that, they were out of my office, their faces holding grim expectations.

"You think they are a part of it, boss?"

"Nah, they have their own families... a conscience, they wouldn't-" I can read people, my father showed me how since I was age 9.

"Right well, what else today boss." I thought for a second, not having anything else but these papers, I could finish up at my home office, "Nothing, let's go."

"If you don't mind, I'm going to get a girl," he said with a sly grin.

I nod and get up to close my office for the night.

"Have a drink boss, just one!" Dom says while I lock up my office door, I shake my head no, "Come on Dame, just one don't leave me sitting there all awkward for the first drink!"

"Fine. Just one." He fist pumps and goes down the stairs to the bar, I follow silently behind him.

"What'll you have boss?" the youngish bartender asks, "Bourbon." I deadpan and he nods, getting me a bourbon and Dom asks for rum.

We sat there talking for about 15 minutes when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I flinched and immediately turned in my seat, looking to see who the culprit was, when I turned I found a girl in her twenties looking tipsy.

"Hey there handsome," she says with a slight slur and her voice is too high-pitched for me.

I quickly grab her wrist to get her off me, "you like it rough don't you buddy..." she says with a giggle and Dom thankfully butts in,

"ugh no sweet cheeks, he doesn't... like anything actually, he hates touching things so... back off before you peeve him even more, yeah?"

"If you're gay just say that next time." She said with a huff and walked away, little irritated.

"I'm- did I deserve her rudeness? Fuck-" I snicker under my breath and he joins in.

"Women are hard to talk to."

I nod, "I have to go, I need to talk to Ellen before she goes to sleep," I look at my watch and see it's already 1:27 AM.

"Yeah, I'll join you, chicks definitely don't like me.." I chuckle and he gets up off the barstool.

I got up and made my way outside, every step I took I couldn't help but recall that woman from earlier.

Her soft hands in mine, her pretty brown eyes holding so much confidence as well as secrets. Secrets I find myself wanting to know, I want to know more about her.

I want to feel her skin against mine, her lips against mine, I want to know what turns her on, what makes her cry out in pleasure.

'God, what the fuck is wrong with you?'

I haven't had these urges or feelings in years, my lack of physical contact hasn't bothered me for a long time. I thought I was done with physical contact and sex.

After her.

I thought I'd feel disgusted at the thought of ever touching someone or allowing them to touch me again, but today, after seeing and feeling Sophia, that spark that died out in me long ago struck up again.

I want her to light it again, and again I want her to make me burn in need for her, I want her to allow me to feel what she makes me feel with just her hand, but more.

I've only just met the woman and I don't know when she'll be back but I know I'll find her, I know I'll make that spark grow and I know I'll light her just as she lit the fuse in me.