6. Lennox
Lennox
I ’m sitting in the kitchen waiting for Viv to show up.
She wanted my help looking into the people she is going to promote.
I make a pot of coffee while I wait, and as I pour myself a cup when it’s finally finished, Cain stomps into the room.
His normally pale complexion is flushed and I eye him closely as he moves over to the coffee maker.
Nothing seems too off about him as he goes about making his own cup of coffee.
But he glares down at the front of his pants, and I lean forward to get a better look. The tent pitched in there looks like it’s ready for a weekend long camping trip, and I can’t help but smirk. “Man, I’m super flattered but you’re really not my type.”
His eyes widen as he turns to me. “What? No, that’s not for you! Fucking Zane.”
My brows go up at that. I didn’t know he was into Zane that way. “Is Viv okay with that? She’s pretty possessive.”
“What are you even talking about?” Cain snaps, taking a drink of his still too hot coffee.
“No judgments here. If you and Zane want to fuck it doesn’t affect me. I just don’t want Viv to get hurt.” I raise the hand not holding my coffee as if in surrender.
He chokes on his drink and glares at me.
“I’m not fucking Zane! Jesus Nox. I walked in on him and Viv in the studio and almost got stabbed again.
The asshole told me to turn around and I thought they were going to get dressed.
” He huffs indignantly. “But he just put on a shirt and changed positions. When he told me to turn back around it was to see him balls deep in Viv.”
I groan at that. Why didn’t I put cameras in the studio.
Zane and I have an understanding about my cameras and his body.
As long as nobody else sees a video with his scars in it, he won’t kill me.
It helps that we were on the same shower rotation back in the group home, and I’m the only one who has extensively seen his scars. Well, before Viv anyway.
“So, did you watch?” I ask with a smirk.
Cain scowls at me. “Who would be able to look away from that?”
I tilt my head to the side. “You’re not wrong.”
Cain shakes his head. “Next time you want Viv, you have to go get her yourself.”
The front door opens and closes, and I turn just in time to see Viv walk in wearing only a pair of leggings and a sports bra.
My mouth dries as I look her over. I’ve seen her in far less on video, and that damn outfit Cain made her wear was far more revealing, but she looks absolutely edible in this.
Well, not like I would actually eat her.
Cain is the one with the thing about cannibals.
Viv walks over to me and leans against my side with a smile on her face. I lean in slowly to press a soft kiss against her lips. “I made coffee if you want some.”
Her lips form into a small ‘o.’ “That sounds good.”
She goes to grab it herself, but I wrap my arm around her waist to stop her. “I’ll get it. Why don’t you go grab those files and we can look into those names you wanted some background on?”
“Sure, thanks!” She practically skips out of the room and through the little door that leads to the staircase straight to her apartment.
I set about making her coffee just how she likes it while Cain glowers at me from the door she just disappeared through. “Do we have any plans the day we get back after our meeting with the mafia?” he suddenly asks me.
I frown, but shake my head as I stir Viv’s coffee. “No. Why?”
Cain smirks. “Just gonna call in something I’m owed.” He doesn’t elaborate, he just walks away, and I hear his steps on the stairs as he heads up a few moments later.
Viv comes back down with the briefcase her dad left with her, and I lead her through the living room and down the hall that leads to my bedroom.
Opening the door, I usher her in. She stops a couple steps into the room as she takes everything in.
It’s not that impressive. Well, everything but my computer set up that is.
My bed is in the center of one wall and there’s no dresser or any other furniture in the room besides my desk.
The master bathroom has a closet built in with drawers, so there wasn’t a need for extra storage in here.
Viv turns to look at the mammoth machine set up on my desk.
There are three monitors in a row on the desk and two more mounted to the wall above them.
The computer is a thing of beauty though, and just by looking at it you can’t tell how truly amazing it is.
It’s not flashy. There’s no RBG lights or futuristic looking cooling system.
I built the whole thing from scratch with all the best parts on the market, some of them not even available to the public.
There were some shady dark web transactions to get a few of the parts available only for various intelligence agencies.
“That’s a whole lot of computer,” Viv says looking it over.
I smirk. “Yeah it is. How much do you know about hacking? I know you hacked into the school to enroll yourself, but what do you actually know?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I just know the basics. The school’s system is very outdated. I would have probably had to hire someone else to do it if it weren’t and I hadn’t been able to do it on my own. Then I would have had to kill them and it would have just been a bunch more work.”
I blink at her just casually mentioning murdering someone. Sometimes I forget that Viv is more like Zane than any of us. She just comes in this cute little package with wide hazel eyes that make you forget how vicious she can be.
I sit in the computer chair and jiggle the mouse to wake it up before tugging Viv down into my lap so she’s sitting sideways across my legs. “So, who’s first?” I ask her as I pull up various government websites to get info on the people she’s considering.
“That’s another one in the discard pile,” Viv says, tossing the girls file on top of the stack of files at our feet.
The discards consist of people who have records of sexual assault, spousal abuse, and being caught doing stupid shit.
This one is a girl that had been caught stealing.
I frown at Viv. “I don’t agree with that one.
She was twelve and her siblings were starving.
” I point out the court records where it shows she was given a less severe juvie sentence because of her circumstances.
Viv bites her lip, looking it over and sighing. “Fine. She can go back into the consideration pile.”
She bends down to scoop up the file and her ass rubs against my cock just right. I grunt and one hand grasps her hip subconsciously. She sits back up with the file in hand, seemingly oblivious of the effect she has on me. “That’s all of them anyway. Now I have to decide who gets positions.”
Viv shimmies herself off my lap and sits down on the floor to set out each file.
She reads over the notes her father had on each member and sets them out in a strange order, two out in a horizontal row with a stack of four under each.
I watch as she mutters to herself before she sets one file all the way to the left by itself.
“What are you doing?” I ask, standing up to look over the files she has set out.
“I’m organizing the family how I want. With everything that happened we’re down an under boss, two Caporegimes, and all of their soldiers.
So I’ve decided on Giovanna and Nico to become the new captains.
They each need four soldiers, so I’ve got those selected as well.
” She points to the four files under each captain’s file.
“What about that one?” I ask about the girl who she had discarded for shoplifting without looking at her circumstances.
She smiles up at me. “Well, I’m stealing Kian from Enzo to be the under boss, so he needs a new soldier. He’ll be a good option for her. He’ll break any of her bad habits and make sure she doesn’t get caught again. He’s a good teacher.”
I have to agree with her. The times I’ve heard Viv and Zane discussing disposal methods, she really does know a lot.
Enzo taught her well. Maybe she can teach Zane some of those lessons so Cain doesn’t have to go along behind him to make sure he didn’t leave any evidence.
“Is there going to be any trouble with that?” I ask, pointing to the woman’s file she has set in a captain’s spot.
Viv shrugs her shoulders, “I expect a fight with all the women I chose. But my dad left it to me, and I’ll just stab anyone who disagrees with me.”
Laughter leaves me, but falls short when I realize she’s being serious.
Now I’m worried that this mafia meeting is going to be a bloodbath.
At least I know Viv and Zane would have fun if it turned out that way.
I crouch down to look over her shoulder at the people she’s picked, seeing that there’s almost an equal selection between men and women.
My arms wrap around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Now that’s all figured out, I’ve got to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. Do you want to come with me?” I lean to the side so I can see her face when she looks up at me.
“Can we go to Walmart?” she asks with wide excited eyes.
My brows furrow but I shrug, jostling her with the gesture. “That’s fine.”
“I’ve just got to put some normal clothes on, then I’ll be ready to go,” she tells me, looking down at her leggings and sports bra.
I let go of her to stand up, and she accepts my hand when I offer it to help her up too.
Then she whirls around, wrapping her arms around me and pressing a firm kiss to my lips before she pulls away, not even stopping to clean up the mess all over my floor.
Chuckling to myself, I scoop up the discarded files and put them into the briefcase before neatly placing the other file on the side of my desk.