11
Enzo
I was already addicted to my little lawyer, and I’d never forget her taste. She tasted like fucking peaches; who knew a girl could taste like my favorite fruit. She was delicious, and I couldn’t get enough.
I took her phone from her nightstand, downloading a tracking app to her phone as I went downstairs. I went through her calendar, noticing that she had a birth control shot appointment every few months. I smirked, erasing them from her calendar, and texted the clinic, informing them that all future appointments were canceled and she no longer needed their services.
I then deleted the clinic’s number after blocking them. Amara had her primary care practitioner to whom she could go for her medical needs. Since she was with me, she wouldn’t need birth control anymore .
A shiver snaked up my spine at the thought of her swollen with my child. One day.
I got back in my stolen car and drove off. Luca and Vitali were waiting for me.
“What is it with you and this girl?” Luca asked, driving us back toward Ashwood Prison.
“We’re going back already?” Vitali teased. “They picked up Ludovic a few hours ago.”
“That’s why we’re going back,” I replied. “We can’t leave our boy in there alone.”
“True,” Luca agreed. “He could hold his own, but he shouldn’t have to.”
“How long will we be in the hole this time?” Vitali wondered. “A month, maybe more?”
“Who the fuck knows,” I shrugged. “But I’ve got a letter waiting for me.”
“You never get mail,” Luca rolled his eyes.
But I did now.
“Found that piece of shit you were looking for,” Vitali announced. “His number and address, too. It looks like he moved his knocked-up secretary into his house, too. Fucking bastard.”
My lip curled in disgust. I'd never know how he could hurt someone as beautiful as my little lawyer.
“I’m making a pit stop at his place,” I grinned. “You still got some bricks back there?”
“Yeah, threw a bunch at the Sokolov fuckers,” Vitali laughed as he took a brick in his hands. “Want me to write a message on there?”
“Yeah,” I smirked, turning toward the suburbs of Ashwood. “Write ‘fuck around and find out’ on there.”
Luca laughed as Vitali wrote it, and I pulled up to the house. Vitali handed it to me, and I left the car running in the driveway. I hopped out, threw the brick at the bedroom window, got back in the car, and sped away.
I laughed as the man stuck his head out the window like an idiot. “Ah, damn, I should’ve stayed to throw another one at his head.”
“We can still go back,” Luca offered.
“Nah, I’ve got plans for him,” I promised, heading back to the prison. “Let him stew for a while.”
Sirens went off a few blocks from the prison, and I pulled over. The cop recognized us and immediately brandished his gun, his partner moving to the passenger side, pointing his weapon, too. They called for backup, and soon we were surrounded. None of us resisted as we were pulled out of the car, slammed on the ground, and handcuffed. I grinned as they threw us in three separate cars, driving us back to the prison we were headed for.
But I had a letter to read, so I didn’t mind.
~*~
When I was back in the hole, mail call had already come and gone. To my surprise, a letter was still on my pillow waiting for me.
I ripped it open with my teeth, trying to taste her on the envelope before focusing on her letter.
Dear Enzo,
This is very unprofessional.
Oh, who am I kidding? We’ve long crossed the boundaries between professional and unprofessional. I just got all three of your letters today, and I don’t know what to say, only that my panties are now ruined because of you.
See you soon,
Amara
I grinned as I read her words over and over again. She was becoming fond of me, understanding that resisting our connection was pointless. I thought it would take longer, but Amara was clearly touch-starved. The way she came for me so fast showed me that her husband hadn’t touched her right in years, if ever. She was so easy to please; it was almost depressing to know that Mark didn’t even find her worth the effort.
But I had special plans for him.
I thought Amara was one of the many people who abandoned me when she stopped writing. But to know that she did, and he kept my letters from her and probably hers from me, sparked a fury inside me. I didn’t think I could survive. But I intended on letting it out, and letting Mark have it.
I was going to destroy him.
In the meantime, I took pen to paper and began writing my next letter to my new pen pal. Even in the hole, the prison let you have envelopes, paper, and pen, so no matter what I did, I still had a connection with the outside. I just couldn’t call her from here.
Amara,
Just got your letter, baby. Tell me about my new charges, and let’s meet soon to review my defense. It might take hours…and I intend to use every one of them.
Don’t wear a bra or panties when I see you next. I can’t wait to taste you again…
-Enzo
I smirked; no one, not even the deputies, could read legal mail. I addressed it to my little lawyer and her work address so they couldn’t open it.
Maybe I’d surprise her and write her at her new place, too. But I had to be careful what I wrote because I didn’t want to incriminate her, myself, or my crew. But I didn’t want to risk the police looking for me there the next time I broke out, so I decided against it.
All I knew was that she was mine.
I’d never been this obsessed with anyone before. Amara consumed my thoughts and dreams, and nearly every action I took was with her in mind. I couldn’t get her out of my head, and that was dangerous both for her and for me.
“Lights out, Ricci,” the deputy barked through the door.
I rolled my eyes but set the letter down next to my mattress so I could send it out tomorrow. I needed to rest, and although prison wasn’t ideal, I knew no one could hurt me here in the hole.
So I closed my eyes, licking my lips for a taste of my newest obsession, and let sleep take me so she could haunt my dreams.