Pampered By The Ruthless Mafia

Christopher's POV

The bastardo knows why I'm here and what I want. He has information I need to get for my boss. Luciano is "the leader of the Italian mafia." I just work alongside him as his top assassin.

While I'm not a blood member of the family, he treats me as such because we've been best friends since we were kids.

We respect each other, and although I don't tell him this, he is the only family I truly have and trust.

"Now are you going to tell me what I want to hear, Rick, or are you just going to keep losing fingers?" I don't usually do torture; I just kill the target and collect payment. But when it comes to Luciano, I step in and assist when asked to.

"I-I- don't know anything. I swear, p-p-please have mercy. I have a family." The man begged-oh, I just love when they beg. As if I'm going to listen. I enjoy what I do.

I take pleasure in punishing and ending the lives of others. I turn to my left and look at Luciano, and he begins to speak, "Now, Ricky, you know I don't like liars. I know you stole information about my shipments and sold it to the Russians. I'm not stupid."

Luciano was livid and you could hear it in his voice. I, on the other hand, could care less about his shipments. I'm just here for the kill.

"Come on, Rick, the faster we get through this, the faster I can put an end to your miserable life," I said it with an all too wide smile just to freak him out more. His eyes told me everything. I could read him like a book. I knew who he gave the information to, but I wanted to see if he would tell Luciano.

Of course he wouldn't, and I was beginning to get bored, so I took that as my cue to kill him. I brought out my gun and shot him between the eyes.

Luciano turned to me angrier than ever, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR? I NEEDED THE INFORMATION HE HAD YOU FUCKN IDIOT!" My face remained neutral, and I didn't say a word; I just took a folded piece of paper from my back pocket and handed it to him. He eyed it suspiciously. "What the hell is that?" I rolled my eyes.

"Just fuckn take it." He opened it and looked at the messy writing on it. "The Bekinstos?" I shook my head and began to walk away. "How the hell did you get this?" I continued walking and didn't respond. I got to my car and headed to my place. As soon as I walked in, I grabbed my other phone, which I keep in a safe behind the painting in the living room.

As a side job, I do freelance, as I like to put it. Throughout my whole life, I've been building a reputation that started when I was born. I was known as the devil's son; my father was just as bad as me. He raised me to be a cold son of a bitch. I never liked him and don't have fond memories from the beatings to the verbal manipulation. I loathed that man with my whole essence.

I killed him when I was 17, so from then on people talk and said I was the "Il mietitore" (The Reaper) I don't like the name much but hey, as long as they fear me and show

respect. I don't care what the hell they call me.

Looking down at my phone, I see 3 new messages from different people stating that they have a "job" for me. The jobs range from kidnapping and bringing said target to a location and collecting money, all the way to just taking out a target. I don't ask questions; I just get half now, half after, and then I give them a Polaroid picture for proof, just to remind them of what they did.

On my phone are 3 different numbers. 2 are asking for kidnappings, and 1 is asking to take out a hit. I usually don't meet people in person just for precaution; even if they had something planned, they wouldn't get far.

So I chose to text back the person that wants a hit taken out; those are the quickest, and I don't feel like doing much work tonight. The message says they want to take out a 5'6 blue-eyed brunette living in the east side apartment 1104.

I ask for the money to be wired to an encrypted account I always use. Sure enough, minutes later I receive payment, but I notice it's in full. So I ask, "You trust me enough to not run with the money, ragazzo?" (Boy)

"Not so much trust, let's just say I've heard enough to know you won't disappoint." "consider it done."

And with that, I put my phone down and began digging for information on my next target. And from what I can tell by looking up the tenants of said building on the east side, I have a name and a little more information that I don't care for because in a few hours this person will be no more. Alima Smith will be just another name on a gravestone.

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Alima's POV

"Alima baby, I need you to finish frosting that cake for me; please, they pick it up tomorrow." Sunny is the owner of the bakery I have had the pleasure of working in for the past few months. She's a sweetheart, and after I lost my family, she took it upon herself to help me in any way she could. "Sure, I'm almost finished; don't worry."

While I enjoy frosting cakes and seeing our costumes every day, I can't help but let my mind always drift off to its dark abyss.

While frosting the cake, I think about life. How far I've come because I'm all alone. No family, no support system except Sunny, of course.

But she can only go so far. While putting the final touches on the blue and pink flower petal cake.

I begin to think about my plans for the night. I get out of work at 6:30. Closing up shop with Sunny is always the saddest part of my day because I have to leave her and go to my small, lonely apartment a block from here.

Speaking of, I just about finished this cake and am sealing it in the refrigerator for tomorrow morning.

While emptying the cash register, Sunny said, "Oh Alima, what on earth would I do without you?"

"Ugh, close up shop and finally retire and stay home with Matt all day? "

"Don't be silly; I wouldn't trade my independence for the world, not even Matt." I smiled the most genuine smile I could muster, even though my ability to be happy died the same day my parents and brother did.

"Awe, sunny, don't let him hear you; he'll throw a fit." Still smiling she paid me for the night and sent me on my way home.

On my daily walks to my apartment, I tend to get lost in thought the moment my earbuds are put in and I begin my walk home.

Never thinking anything important other than what kind of cake I'll be assisting Sunny in baking tomorrow.

When I finally reach my baby blue door with grey numbers reading 1104 I grab my keys and let myself in.

Walking into my minimal 1-bedroom apartment with depressing grey walls and dingy old furniture, I am grateful. I go straight to my room and begin undressing to start my routine of taking a shower and relaxing to classical music.

While undressing in the bathroom, I can't help but stare at the girl in the mirror. She was happy once, even though she looked normal on the outside; her mind was slowly killing her on the inside. Rapid thoughts enter and exit while I stare, "Why wasn't it me?"

"Why wasn't I in that car with them?" "Why did they leave me?" "I'm going to be alone forever." "I miss you, mommy, daddy, and of course you too, Jamie." Tears start to brim in my eyes, slowly running down my pale cheeks, which were once tan like my mother's.

I hate myself for not being in that car with them. I was supposed to go, but I didn't go because I thought missing one of my father's business meetings wasn't important. I threw a fit and said I had really bad cramps. My mother, being loving and understanding, let me stay home. In shaky legs, I slowly got into the shower.

As soon as the hot water hit my skin, I managed to fall to my knees, sobbing, recalling that fateful day.

*FLASHBACK*

I sat on my bed, my cute velvet colored dress next to me pleading with me to put it on and show off the genes I was given by my mother.

While staring at the dress, I got a text from my boyfriend Lucas saying he "couldn't get the thought of me out of his mind"

I smiled at the screen and began to text back "Oh hush you'll see me tomorrow." Hearing footsteps coming up to the bedroom, I watched till my doorknob slowly turned revealing Antonio wearing his black suit and maroon tie. "Hey, buttercup, you ready? We gotta go in like 15 minutes, dad doesn't enjoy being late, you know."

"Mmm, that's the thing I don't feel like going do you think he'd be upset?"

"No way you are not letting me go to this stupid shit alone get your ass up"

As soon as I all but launch a pillow in his face, my mom pops her head in and the bastard moves to the side hitting my mom in her gorgeous face.

"If you didn't want me to come in Alima, you should have just said so."

"Shit, Mom I'm sorry that was meant for asshat over there to your left"

"language Alima"

"Yeah, language buttercup," Rolling my eyes at him, I began to slowly get up and make my way toward her. "Mom, I don't want to go"

"And why is that sweetheart?" "These cramps are killing me, mommy," I said with an extra baby voice just for effect. I could see it in her eyes, she didn't believe a word. After all, I had gotten my period last week and she had given me some tea that took the pain away.

But to my utter astonishment, she said "Oh honey I'm sorry you must be in a lot of pain it's fine you can join us next time."

Antonio's jaw was on the floor. "What!? She doesn't have to go but I do. That's bullshit!"

"HEY, your sister is in a lot of pain here and if you want a broken arm to feel her pain just say that and I will be glad to do it."

"Whatever Mom, I bet it's not that serious anyway." Rolling his eyes, he left the room.

Rolling our eyes, we both said "Men." As we said, a heavy pair of footsteps were heard coming our way, and as if I cued my father, he poked his head inside. "Hey sweetheart, and did you say you aren't feeling well, that true?" My mom beat me to the punch and said "Yes, Vince, it is, she has bad cramps."

"Oh my pobre principessa"(poor princess) "I hate to leave you home, but if you're not feeling up to it, it's fine bambina." (Baby) Both now leaving and me trailing behind them to the front door, I see my father setting up the alarm system. While my mom goes off to the kitchen. "You really got out of it, huh, buttercup?"

"Sure did asshat" Winking at my brother I turn to my father handing me the panic button. "Now bambina, if anything seems off you know where the safe room is, and the weapons are, keep the button with you at all times and lock the door behind us so the alarm sets."

I nod obediently and grab the remote. "Papi, why do you have to worry so much, it's not a big deal, I've stayed home plenty of time, I know the drill."

"Just being safe coccinella you never know" (ladybug)

"Come on Val, we can't be any later baby we have to go!" He all but yelled to my mom in the kitchen. Scurrying out of the kitchen, my mom grabs her purse and hands me a butterfly knife.

"Remember sweetheart only use it if you must." "Yes mami"

Looking at them all, I give them each a hug and kiss goodbye while I shut the door.

Finally, alone I activate the alarm as instructed and head to my room.

I grab my phone and read the messages from Lucas "Hey, gorgeous, it's not my fault you're stuck in my head."

"You should blow off the business meeting and hang out with me ;)"

"Hey handsome, you read my mind, I'm all alone."

"Alima baby I'm on my way." Laughing at the text, I tell him to come through the window like always because I figured out how to turn the alarm on my window off one night, I was really craving chocolate so I did what any girl would do.

I climbed down my 2nd-floor window for some chocolate. 100% worth and I found my loophole to sneak out and sneak people in.

While off in my own world, putting my dress away and slipping on some comfy clothes for a movie and popcorn. I hear three steady knocks on my window, watching over and looking out, I see Lucas in all his glory hanging in waiting for me to open the window.

Opening the window so he could come in, he didn't say a word. He turned around, closed the window and grabbed my face gently kissing my lips. We kissed till I pulled, and with swollen lips, I was a blushing mess.

"Hey there gorgeous," I shyly said, "Hi." Not being able to look into his eyes, I instead grabbed his hands and led him to my kitchen, pulling out the popcorn and popping it into the microwave. "Why did you suddenly not want to go to the meeting?"

"Mmm I had a better idea, one that involves you and me with some delicious popcorn."

"I like that idea, Bebe," the microwave beeped indicating time was up. Taking it out, I dumped it into a bowl and began walking to the theater room.

"So, what do you want to watch handsome?"

"Anything with you sweets"

Smiling, we sat down and I put the panic button on my left side while grabbing the remote for the projector on the other.

Picking a random horror film, I sat back and began eating.

Lucas suddenly slipped his arm around my waist, picking me up and setting me on his lap.

Getting comfortable and lying on his chest, we began to watch the movie.

*time jump*

Not knowing when I dozed off or how I got to my bed, I woke up to my phone blaring, while trying to reach for it, I realized I had Lucas's arms around my waist.

Smiling I slipped from his grasp and grabbed my phone. Realizing it was 2 AM I reluctantly answered.

"Hello,"

"Yes, hello. Is this Miss Alima Smith?" suspiciously I replied with

"Speaking, who is this?"

"I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you this, but your family had a terrible accident."

"The vehicle they were driving seemed to have lost control and crashed off the road into a cliff, it tumbled and caught fire."

"I am so sorry for your loss, miss"

"Miss Alima, hello?"

"Hello?"

In that moment everything faded out, no noise could be heard, I began to tremble and fell to my knees.

Crying hysterically, I must have woken up Lucas because he was holding me, asking what was wrong.

Holding me and picking up the phone while talking to someone on the other end.

His face pales as he holds me even tighter.

In that moment my whole life changed and was over. I lost my whole family and didn't even get to say goodbye.

*flashback over*

Alimas POV

I don't know what happened, one minute I was calming myself with a shower thinking about my life and how downhill it went in a matter of hours.

So now I wake up disoriented and cold from the water turning lukewarm.

I gave myself a second to come back to the land of the living before turning the water off and getting up.

On wobbly legs, I slowly step out of the shower and grab a nice fluffy yellow towel.

Looking into the mirror again, I look at myself drained of any emotion or light.

I just don't understand.

How everything became so pointless.

How just a year ago I was happy and living with my family in my childhood home with the sweetest boyfriend a girl could ask for.

And now I am in a small apartment utterly and completely alone.

I lost everything and everyone, including myself.

Stepping away from the mirror, I do my hygienic duties, I am surprised I still have the energy, and step back into my room.

Looking at the clock on my nightstand I see it's a quarter past 11.

Walking into my walk-in closet, I begin to get on my pajamas for the night.

Before the intrusive thoughts come into my head.

At first, they play nice, they say "Oh I miss them so much it hurts"

Then they get aggressive "You fucking dumbass how could you be so selfish and let them die like that!"

Followed by depression "How can you take this? Not seeing their smiling faces, or hearing dad's stupid jobs aren't funny, but we still laughed."

"What about Earl, he was so annoying, but always had your best interest at heart."

"And mom or our sweet mommy. You remember when she let us skip school because we had cramps?"

"I miss you guys so much"

As I say it out loud I can't help but begin to cry.

The salty tears coming from my eyes like a faucet that can't be stopped.

I somehow make it to my bed and crawl in clutching my pillow for dear life imagining it were my family.

Before dozing off, I hear a ping coming from the kitchen, alerting me that I got a text message.

Slowly getting out of bed, I head to my kitchen.

On the marble island in the kitchen, I see my phone sitting there just waiting for me to reach for it.

So I do. I take a look at who is texting me at 11:55 pm on a Friday.

On my screen, I see a name I had been anticipating for weeks on end but eventually forgot about it.

Seeming as though I had hit a dead end.

Now I see.

I immediately open the text and see what they have to say.

In black bold letters on the screen, I see a phone number.

And under the phone number, it's simple instructions. The text reads as follows:

From CorbbyX1X:

708*******

Don't call just text Sunshine.

A-limz333:

I appreciate the work, took you long enough. I hope they're as reliable as you say.

CorbbyX1X:

Sunshine, I assure you they're the best I've got, you will not be disappointed.

A-limz333:

It's your ass if not.

CorbbyX1X:

Sure, sure let me know how it goes. Stay safe sunshine k?

A-limz333: don't get mushy on me anyway I got to go you be safe too don't worry about me ;)

CorbbyX1X: this guy no joke sweets be careful I mean it. <3

Setting my phone down and going into the living room to get a piece of paper and pencil, I come back and write the number on the paper.

Closing out my phone and shutting it down, I go back into my room and grab my dad's old phone from under my pillow.

Turning it on, I see his home screen is a picture of all of us at a picnic.

I still remember this day. The breeze in my hair, the sunlight in my eyes and the smell of mom's spaghetti she packed for lunch.

I miss them so much I just can't let them go.

Dad forgot his phone that night, that's why I still have it.

I remember him telling me that a buddy of his had installed an encryption code on it for "fun" because he was testing it out and needed a dummy, so my father volunteered.

Getting into the phone and putting the number in, I contemplated texting them.

Doing this, there is no way back. No pause button no restart.

I sat on my bed feeling numb, not knowing if I should just send the text or not.

Thinking of seeing my family again, hearing their voices and looking into their eyes.

I swallowed all the fear I had and began the text

3x3x.Dex: I have a job for you.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Waiting for a response with sweaty palms and shallow breathing

I felt like one wrong move and it would be game over.

I felt like I was walking on eggshells.

3x3x.Dex: She is a 5'6 blue-eyed brunette living in the east side apartment 1104.

It's been put into motion. I can't stop it now. What the hell am I doing? I feel like I'm committing a crime....

Well, I guess I am- taking a hit out on myself because I don't dare to do it myself

I just want to see my family again.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of that day, I just feel like being here without them hurts more than just ending it all.

Staring up at my ceiling thinking about what I had just done. I feel my phone vibrate beside me, my heart stops, and I pick it up to read

From 0000💀: payment to 1xxxxxxxxx of 50,000 and another 50,000 after it's done.

I go ahead and do it, but I wire the money in full because I won't be alive to put the other half in.

0000💀: you trust me enough to not run with the money ragazzo? (Boy)

Understanding the guy is Italian like me, I unconsciously smile for whatever reason

It reminded me of my father and his rough accent.

God, I miss him.

3x3x.Dex: Not so much trust, let's just say I've heard enough to know you won't disappoint.

0000💀: Consider it done.

I didn't respond after that. I just blinked at my screen. Breathing calmly as if all this weight I had on my shoulder had been miraculously lifted

It's done.

I just single-handedly bought a hitman's service for myself.

Not only that, they are the best money could buy.

Looking at the clock, it was now officially the anniversary of my family's deaths.

I got off the bed and on my knees and prayed.

I prayed for them not to be upset about what I was doing. And to be happy because I'm going to see them again and we'll all be together as A family.

Christopher's POV:

Sitting on my leather recliner cleaning my Beretta 92FS with my silencer adapter sitting comfortably on my coffee table.

I slowly clean the gun making sure not to miss a spot.

Before taking anyone out I make sure to clean my weapon of choice well.

I would hate to have a slip-up happen...

It's never happened before but I don't plan to have it happen now or anytime after tonight.

Reassembling my weapon and attaching my silencer I stand up and put the gun on the coffee table.

Going over to my bedroom I take a quick shower while stepping out and going into my walk-in closet I put on my all-black suit with a matching tie slipping on my shoes and walking out

grabbing my sweet reliable Beretta from the table I put it in my waistband turned off all of the lights and headed for the door I grab the piece of paper where I wrote the address

Walking out of the door I make sure to lock it and head to my car.

Getting into my car and starting it I get on my phone and look up the address.

Driving down my street and getting on the highway I see that they live 20 minutes away from me, I sometimes wonder what the people did to deserve to be killed by my hand, It doesn't happen often because truthfully I don't care. It isn't my problem, I just get rid of it.

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Pulling into the parking lot and acting as if I've been here before I get out of my car and head straight for the door.

Realizing I'm going to need some type of code for the door, I pull out a device Luciano gifted me for what he calls my nightly "escapades"

The little calculator-looking thing is very reliable and I use it every time I'm low on cash, need a key, or passcode to get into a target house or office.

Easily plugging in the device and waiting after seconds, the keypad beeps and glows green

Unplugging my trusty calculator, I open the door and slip inside the building.

Walking up some stairs and through several hallways to get to my targets door, I come up to the last door to my left on the fourth floor.

The blue door with silver numbers reading 1104

I'm outside of my next target door and according to the schedule I had made of their daily movements earlier, they were home and looking at my watch to see the time; it was 2:30 AM so unless they were night owls, which I doubt because they go to work at 5:30 every morning; they should be out like a light by now.

Slipping my shoes off outside of the door and tightening my gloves over my hands, i dig into my pockets and fish out a skeleton key that was once my father's.

Taking a deep breath and turning the key I hear the door mechanism going off and clicking

giving me the green light to slowly open the door and slip inside.

••••••••••

2 hours before

Alima's POV:

Getting up and off of my knees, I drag myself over to the mirror and look at the girl standing in front of it.

My left eye slightly twitches, and if you weren't looking close enough, you wouldn't even notice it.

But I do because I can feel it trembling, shaking as if anticipating the blow of darkness that could come at any moment.

I used to have a stupid fear of the dark. As a child, my mother and father would come to my room and read to me until I would fall asleep. Looking back at those moments devastates me because if I knew back then that I would lose my parents so early on, I would have appreciated it ten times over.

I would have talked to them when I was having a shitty day instead of locking myself in my room, drowning in self-pity or anger, whatever stupid challenge I had faced that day.

I can sit here for an eternity looking back on my life and listing off things I regret.

For one I regret taking my family for granted and not spending enough time with them.

You truly have no idea how much you'll miss someone until they are gone.

My family left me a fortune of money and my father's company that was supposed to be signed over to me, When I turn 21, I had a different idea in mind...

Washing my face and drying it with a coral-coloured towel, I step away from the mirror, turn off the light, and head to bed.

Lying here, anticipating hearing the front door creak open or a balcony door shatter, I lay here in my bed, shallow breathing and trembling hands.

I've lost the ability to tell if I'm scared or just numb to the thought of what I have done.

I just miss them so much.

Words simply cannot explain the pain I feel just at the thought of them.

I can't avoid the feeling of jealousy that they are together without me.

Quickly leaving those thoughts behind, I try to remember my mother's voice

I adore her sweet melodic voice so much.

Slowly I fade into darkness, sleep taking over.

Christopher's POV:

I step inside that dark apartment; to my left, there is a small kitchen

The only light coming into the apartment is from the balcony outside.

Slowly walking into the apartment I notice it's almost empty apart from a couch and a coffee table.

Slowly making my way to the bedroom, I peek my head inside easily, due to the fact that the door is wide open.

Looking inside, I analyze everything that could be an exit or a weapon I see 3 different doors, assuming it's a bathroom, closet, and another balcony, i make my way over to the bed prepared to eliminate them at any moment.

But to my surprise, the bed is empty, void of anything breathing. more specifically, my target was the girl I was supposed to get rid of her.

Quickly making my way toward the closet, not giving a fuck if I make any noise, seeing as the bitch could already know.

I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere till my mission is accomplished.

Slamming the closet door open, I shift the hangers hanging jackets all over, not finding a single living thing.

I moved towards the bathroom, and before getting to it, I pause, realizing there is a slight glow coming from under the bathroom door.

I've got her now. Pausing and rethinking my choices: go in and make it quick or I could feed my stupid curiosity and ask some questions regarding who and what she gets up to for someone to want to get rid of her.

Not being in any rush, I walk away from the door and make myself comfortable on a chair she has in the corner of the room.

Waiting for almost 30 minutes, I realize this is taking too much damn time and I shouldn't still be in this bitch's apartment

I should have already done the job and gone home to relax, but no, for some reason, i feel a pull towards knowing what the hell this girl got herself into, which isn't often, so naturally I have to feed my curiosity a bit once in a while, no?

Freezing in my seat and ceasing all movement and breathing, I hear the door slowly opening, and a girl in a white robe walks out.

She doesn't even glance in my direction or make any movements to show me that she knows I'm here.

She slowly walks over to her bed and plops down. She stirs for a moment but then stops moving, and her body visibly relaxing.

Stupid fucking ignorant girl, is she really this dumb? I mean, she didn't even bat an eye in my direction. Swiftly getting up making sure not to make a noise, I lean over her sleeping figure, staring at her.

Watching her breath even and completely relaxed, not even the slightest bit of awareness of an intruder's presence.

I silently turn on a lamp she has on her nightstand

With the soft light from the lamp, I see her face. Her gorgeous face. Her soft brown hair and tan skin, I can't help but want her to open her eyes so I can gaze into her baby blues that were listed on her file. She looks so peaceful in her sleep, almost stoic.

Coming out of my trance, I breathe and step back.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I don't even know this girl; she should be dead right now. I should be killing her and out the door. Feeling frustrated and ready for the night to be over, I pull out my gun

Pointing it directly at her temple, I pull the trigger.

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Only to find out the safety is still on.

3rd person POV:

He stares at the gun for a moment, rethinking what the hell he is about to do.

Christopher Wallace was about to take out another person just like every other night for the past 9 years of his life, starting with his father.

He's never fucked up an execution, never thought twice, never taken this long, but here he is...

Standing here astonished by the fact that he had forgotten to take the safety off his gun.

What a stupid rookie mistake he's never done.

He is always cold and calculated, knowing everything, every possible detail to successfully end a life.

But today, right now, In this moment, to an outsider, it would seem that he was a stupid amateur who didn't know his weapons like the back of his hand.

No.

Right now he was taken aback by his stupidity and ignorance. How the fuck did he mess up this bad? Now to anyone else, it would seem like a small slip-up

It could be resolved easily by taking the safety off and ending it all together. For Christopher, though, this was not the case. He wanted to know why he slipped up, Why he was so damn mesmerised by this girl.

Why the HELL did he even hesitate to pull the trigger? His curiosity needed to be fed now more than ever. So he did what he deemed necessary.

He pointed the butt of his gun up and bashed it into the sleeping beauty's temple.

Successfully knocking out the problem for a few hours.

He then slid one arm under her knees and another supporting her back

Hoisting her limp body up, he had no problem carrying her feather-light body down to his car. Putting her in the passenger seat, he buckled the seatbelt. While doing so, he got a whiff of her strawberry-scented hair. Leaning back a bit to study her face once more he noticed how angelic she looked.

Her soft tan skin coaxed him to touch her.

So he did; he slowly caressed her cheek, not being able to feel her because of his leather gloves.

Taking off his glove, he was jolted out of his trance by a car speeding past him.

Christopher then took a deep breath and said a few colourful words under his breath in his native tongue.

Stepping away and closing the door, he got into the passenger seat started the car, and began his drive back to his home.