Aiden Lawrance
There she was again, the woman I'm obsessed with, walking around in those tight skinny jeans, showing
off everything I desire. I want all of her, every last piece of her. I want her on her knees for me.
He was an unfortunate lad, that Jack was, I thought to myself. Staring at a photo lying flat on my desk, displaying his cold, lifeless body. Maybe he shouldn't have laid hands on someone who will soon be mine.
A devilish smirk flashed across my face as I tilted my head up confidently at the man standing before me, his eyes shadowed with darkness. Yet, he was someone I could trust with my life. The gray in his beard clearly stated his age, but that meant nothing to me.
Communicating through our eyes, the room suddenly fell eerily quiet. The birds chirping outside almost echoed through the room. Leo firmly placed his hands down flat, displaying the dark ink staining them. "She's Italian, boss. That's what I found," his voice rattled from the back of his throat.
Once again, the room fell quiet, my mind racing with thoughts.
Leo is the guy I go to for background information, but all he found was her ethnicity. Alarm bells spiraled out of control.
Why is she in America?
Who is she?
What’s her fucking name?
Drifting my eyes back down to the photo lying on my desk, guilt resonated deep within me. Maybe that Jack knew something about her. "Don't bury the body yet," I said smoothly, my voice surprisingly calm. "Search his body for anything he might have had on him." And with that, I pressed my back into the leather of my chair.
Listening to Leo's heavy stomps as he left the office, I turned around in my chair to face the window overlooking the stretch of the pebbled driveway, trees evenly spaced along the edges. I locked my gaze upon the gates, watching Leo leave in his spanking new BMW.
Out of nowhere, the perfect picture crossed my mind. Piercing emerald eyes, matching the tone of the gold nose ring and the cherry red lipstick. I was seeing the woman I desire. She doesn't look Italian, but I must know the truth.
Hanging on the wall was a clock ticking away. With every tick, a memory crossed my mind, almost as if I were watching a movie—a movie that I want to live inside of.
My fingertips tapped away to the tune of the clock against the armrest. Her silk black hair was neatly tied back into a bun, and her hips swayed with every step she took. Even with my status, I would gladly drop to my knees and listen to her commands.
I was cut short by the sound of a thud. Swinging around smoothly, my tattooed hands rested upon a blood-stained wallet. Flashing my eyes upon the clock, then back to my hands, I slung the pocket open and pulled out jacks ID card.
The sound of plastic hit the wooden desktop. "Leo, find me anything on this guy. Anything relating to her, you come to me immediately," I said, my words blunt yet true. As I followed Leo out with my eyes, I let out a harsh sigh and turned back towards the window.
Whoever this woman is. She belongs to me, she just don’t know it yet
