14. Dante
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
dante
G io better bring food. I swear to God if that bitch forgot to get food, I might cut off his arm and eat that. I sit in the Charger, waiting for him to meet up with me. From where I’m parked, we can see the port perfectly. There will be a shipment coming in that we have to keep an eye on. Rocco didn’t elaborate on what we actually have to do here - just observe and pick off guards, so not only am I waiting on food and my partner, I’m waiting on instructions. I hate going into a job blind like this, but what am I going to do about it? Tell Rocco to go fuck himself if he doesn’t give me every detail upfront? Yeah, ok.
I start to think about Bianca. Honestly, I never stopped thinking about her, but the feeling of her skin against mine is still so fresh in my mind. I close my eyes, and before I know it, I feel my pants getting tight around the rock-hard boner forming inside them.
Fuck. I immediately try to get it to go away. How fucked would it be for Gio to get in and I’m just bulging out of my jeans. Not like he hasn’t seen my dick already today…
I don’t know if it’s the blood rushing from my brain to my penis but I start to consider texting Bianca. Would it be super lame to reach out this soon? I’ve never really dated someone that…well…that I actually like this much. I don’t want to fuck it up but with our life, it’s inevitably going to end in disaster or worse. Shit. If that’s true, then what do I have to lose, right? I already got her number from our tech guy. I am officially a stalker.
I type out a message at least a trillion times before hitting send.
I just want to let you know how impossible it is to get anything accomplished.
I can’t stop thinking about you Kitten…
Hmm… so what you’re saying is that I’m a workplace hazard? Dually noted…
I smile when her reply comes back so fast. Staring at my phone, grinning from ear to ear like a fucking dweeb, I feel safe. Feeling safe is not something I am used to feeling.
Exactly. I think I know a way you can make it up to me though…
I’m listening…
Huckleberry Park, 1am. I’ll be on the bench in front of the bronze statue. If you feel what I feel, you’ll meet me. If you want me to just fuck myself and die, you wont. Balls in your court beautiful…
Guess we’ll find out at 1am…
I lock my phone and turn it face down on the dash. Not a minute too soon, Gio rips open the door.
“Alright, fucker. Food. Not Chinese. Who’s the best?” He says as he sits in the passenger seat, plastic bag on his lap.
“You know I’m not about to answer that, right?” I reach over and snatch the bag from his lap.
“But hey man…” I turn toward him and put a hand on his shoulder, making direct eye contact.
“Thank. You.” I smile before returning to my styrofoam feast.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You’re lucky I love you.” He finishes.
I shovel ribs, cornbread, coleslaw, and french fries into my mouth as quickly as possible, trying not to choke. I take a big swig from my water bottle and wipe the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Ahh… much better. So, did dear old daddy tell you what the fuck we’re doing here? He told me we need to plan to take out Russians one by one. I have a collection of silencers in the backseat.”
“Nope. Plus, if he was going to give us real intel, he would’ve given it to you. He loves you. He doesn’t even like me.” Gio laughs and rolls his eyes, continuing to eat his food like a normal human and not a vacuum cleaner like me.
As soon as we finish eating and settle in, Gio’s phone goes off from inside his pocket.
“Well, speaking of ‘Father of the Year, ‘here come our instructions,” he says, swallowing hard and wiping his mouth clean.
He falls silent as he scans the message a few times.
“Well? What does it say, dickhead? We capturing a Princess or a Prime Minister or…”
“Yeah, funny. Let’s just hope that you keep that humor when you hear what kind of shit we are about to be knee-deep in.” He cuts me off to finish.
I raise my eyebrows for him to elaborate.
“Shipment is expected to come in around 3am. We have to intercept it by any means necessary. Get the boys here as soon as humanly possible. We’re going to need all hands on deck for this one, bro.”
I whip out my phone and start sending a message to our crew with the information they need. Being that it’s the middle of the day, they have plenty of time to get their shit together and get over here. Our rendezvous is midnight so we can ensure the plan is set and we get our guys in location.
After I alert the cavalry, I double-check that Gio isn’t paying a lick of attention to me. He’s nose deep in YouTube videos of God-knows what. I checked my message to Bianca. Shit. We’re meeting at 1 and now I have to be here all fucking night. I’m not about to try and reschedule our first… whatever it is.
“Ah, fuck. Hey, I have to run an errand tonight around 1, but I will be back in place before the shipment gets here. Don’t want to make Daddy upset, right?” I laugh and gesture to my phone to try and cover my tracks.
“That son of a bitch. I get it, man. Do what you need to do.” He accepts without even looking up from his phone.
Well that was easy. I slide my phone back in my pocket and settle in to watch the water for the next few hours before my Gio ‘date’.
The hours pass, and the sun begins to set. Being crammed in this car with Gio for hours on end isn’t my idea of a nice time, but watching the sunset on the water was. I keep thinking about how much I would love to watch the sunset with her . Then I realize just how soft she is already making me. I fucking peel people’s fingernails off to obtain information on a weekly basis and now I am thinking about watching sunsets.