Unforgivable

Chapter 4

Let’s Talk

Rico

This girl is digging her way deeper into my life. What I’m supposed to do is blow her brains out and let Mario dispose of her along with these two. However, I fuck up and do something I know is about to change both our lives forever.

“Oni, get your ass in here,” I growl.

I look toward the door where I know she’s been watching. I don’t know what made me off these two in front of her. What does it say about me that my dick got hard taking their lives in front of her?

I swallow hard when she steps into the shed dressed only in a T-shirt, her brown legs bare and her nipples straining against the thin shirt. Why do her legs look so silky?

Damn, I was right. She has a great pair of fat tits. This girl is killing me.

I might as well turn this gun on myself now. She’s going to be the death of me one day. I know it. She opens her mouth, and her words seal the deal.

“What do you need me to do? If my hands are dirty, I can’t snitch, right? Do I need to roll him up tight, or can the plastic be loose?” she says.

“Fuck outta here. I’m not allowing you to get involved in this. Especially not dressed like that. Why the fuck are you even out here?”

“I couldn’t sleep. I was going to sit by the pool for a bit, but then I saw the light on. Curiosity and the cat and all that shit,” she murmurs.

I laugh and shake my head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Seriously, do you have a painter’s suit or something in here?” she asks as she looks around the shed. “I can do my part. Or I can dig. You want me to go throw on some jeans and boots?”

I step over Jonny’s dead body and stalk over to her by the door, tucking my gun in the back of my pants as I go. She looks up at me with determination on her face. Reaching up, I run a finger along her hairline, down under her chin and pinch it between my fingertips.

“You think you’re going to be next because of what you’ve seen?” I breathe into her face.

“Well, that should be your next move. You don’t know me, and you owe me nothing. I’m a loose end. What’s stopping you from taking me out?”

I search her face. She’s mine, that’s what’s stopping me. I couldn’t let her go now even if I wanted to.

I wink at her. “You’re safe. I only kill the useless and disloyal. You, baby, intrigue me, and you’re far from useless. Mario, clean this shit up,” I call over my shoulder.

“Got it, boss. See you tomorrow.”

“See you later. Oh, and pay our friend a visit. Let him know he failed, then send him on a trip.”

“Already on it,” Mario says.

“Come on,” I say to Oni as I link my fingers with hers and tug her from the shed.

We make it up the path and back up the stairs. I need a shower and my bed. This has been a long-as-fuck-day. Fuck, it’s been a long-as-fuck-two weeks.

Everything since this little chick stole my truck begins to crash down on me. Killing her would solve a lot, but that’s no longer an option.

“So you couldn’t sleep?” I say as we step back into the house.

“No, not really. I have a lot on my mind.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, I bet. You want to come stay in my room? I’m going to shower and then we can talk until you pass out. I’ll even carry you back to your room once you’re asleep if you want.”

“I don’t know. Is that smart?”

“No, but our track record of smart shit hasn’t been so good since we’ve met. Come on. Like you said, I don’t know you. I want to change that.

“I know all the guys on my crew. I should know my new driver. You need my trust as much as I need yours,” I say as we climb the stairs.

“Shouldn’t I wait for you to finish your shower and then you can let me know and I’ll come over?”

I look down at her and smile as she chews on her lower lip. I want to be the one nibbling on that plump flesh. That thought alone should cause me to abandon this idea.

“I have a sitting area in my bedroom. You can hang out there if it makes you more comfortable. We’re just going to talk until you fall asleep, promise.”

“Well,” she drags out. “I guess if you put it that way and since you promise.”

I wrap my arm around her head and drag her into my room with me. Releasing her, I allow her to sit in one of the accent chairs and curl her legs under her. I feel like a perv as her little panties come into view, taunting me.

I force my attention to her cute little toes. They are painted a soft pink. I wonder if she’s ever painted them white.

I roll my eyes at my thoughts and head into the bathroom to strip and climb into the shower. Shit, have I been slipping? I’ve been so focused on that chick out there and how to pull her into my circle.

Maybe this was a mistake. Why did I want her here so bad to begin with? Yeah, I have work for her, but what are my real intentions?

“I’m so fucked,” I say as I lift my face toward the spray and allow the water to beat down on me and cascade down my body. I look down at my hard dick and wonder if that’s the head I’ve been thinking with. I would have seen Jonny coming if I had my head in the game.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. What am I going to do now?”

I finish my shower and step out to towel off. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I use the other one to dry my hair as I walk into the bedroom. I don’t see her at first, so I walk a little closer to the sitting area only to find she’s gone.

I shouldn’t feel this disappointed. I truly only intended to talk. It was going to kill me, but that’s all I planned to do.

“Fuck me,” I mutter.

Oni

“What in the entire hell are you doing, Oni?” I hiss at myself.

I stand up to leave, then sit back down, bouncing my knee as I try to clear my head. His scent is all over this room. It smells expensive and clean.

“He’s a killer. There’s nothing clean about him,” I speak the words aloud to remind myself.

I glance toward the bathroom as I listen to the shower running, wondering what I’m doing here. I think I might be in shock. Did I just witness a double homicide? I’m pretty sure I did.

“Duh,” I hiss at my thoughts.

At this point, I’m in survival mode. Rico isn’t going to simply allow me to walk away after what I saw tonight. How do I get myself into shit like this?

I’m sure this isn’t what Uncle Claude had in mind when he agreed for me to work for Rico. Uncle Claude has a lot of explaining to do. This is some bullshit.

I gasp as it dawns on me, I’ve been so wrapped up in Rico, I haven’t checked in with Mom or Uncle Claude. I left my phone in my room. I bite my lip and stare in the direction of the bathroom.

Jumping up, I then race to my room to grab my phone and make a few calls. I know it’s late, but Mom and Uncle Claude are probably waiting to hear from me. Once in my room, I decide to call Mom first.

I need to hear her voice more than anything. I also want to make sure she’s not freaking out, which I’m sure she is. This is the most trouble I’ve ever been in.

The line rings twice before she picks up. She was probably waiting by the phone, making me feel worse. If I had called my mom instead of being nosy, I might have avoided the huge pile of shit I stepped in.

“Oh, thank God. I didn’t want to call you and distract you from paying attention to your surroundings, but I did plan to call you soon if you didn’t check in. How are you, baby?

“How was the trip? How’s your Uncle Claude?” Mom rattles off.

“I’m fine, Mom. The trip was long. I haven’t seen Uncle Claude yet. He was busy. I’m getting settled in,” I reply.

“I thought he was going to meet you at the bus station. Did you find the house okay?”

I stop pacing in front of the bed and slide down to the floor. I hate keeping the truth from my mom, but she would freak out if she knew about any of this. I hope Rico truly has a plan for sending her money discreetly.

“He sent a friend for me. I’m fine. I’m going to go to bed soon though, I’m beat.”

“I’m sure you are. Baby, I’m so glad you’re safe. Do me a favor and stay out of trouble.

“Let this be a clean start. You’re so bright. You have your whole life ahead of you.”

I feel so bad as I hear the sadness in her voice. I promised myself I’d stop bringing her heartache and here I am, living with the son of a crime boss. A killer and crime boss in the making.

I close my eyes and nod as if she can see me. I have no way out of this now, but I’m going to make it out on the other side and do something she can be proud of. The last thing I want is to break my mother’s heart.

“I’m going to do my best, Mom.”

“That’s all I ask. Your uncle and I were talking about some private schools we think would be great for you. He said he would cover the cost of everything. You know how much I hate taking money from that man, but I feel like if I don’t do this, I’m going to lose you,” she chokes out.

“Mom, I promise it’s going to be okay. Get some sleep. We’ll talk about this later. For now, I’m safe and staying out of trouble. Okay?”

“Okay. I love you, Oni. I’d do anything to protect you.”

“I love you too, Mom. Stop worrying about me.”

“I will always worry about you. You’re my baby.”

“Good night, Mom.”

“Good night, baby.”

I hang up the phone and stare off into space. I have to do better. My joyrides are going to break my mom’s heart.

My dad is gone. Stealing cars isn’t going to bring him back. No matter how much I try to connect with him through the thrill.

I swipe at my tears and hop up from my place on the floor. Not sure if my uncle will answer a call, I shoot him a text.

Me: We need to talk.

Uncle Claude: I will see you in the morning. All you had to do was walk away and not try to take the car.

Uncle Claude: You’re just like your dad. It hurt like hell to see you couldn’t leave it alone.

Me: You were there?

Uncle Claude: I’m always here. Don’t let them get you into anything I can’t get you out of. This was the only way. I love you, cub.

More tears spill down my face as he uses the nickname my father used to call me. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t try to steal that car. I’m my own worst enemy.

A mouse, I walked right into the trap. The cheese was too sweet for me to ignore. Now look at me.

Not just caught with my hand in the cookie jar. My hand is stuck and I’m sure I’m going to break it if I try to pull it out now.

Exhaustion sets in and I’m too angry with Rico and myself to head back to his room. I don’t want to talk to him. Right now, I don’t want to get to know anything else about him.

I don’t know who to be more angry with. Me for taking the bait, or him for setting it. I ran all this way to land in a gilded cage.

“Great job, Oni.”

I freeze when I hear movement outside my door. Holding my breath, I climb into bed and pretend to be asleep.

Please go away, please go away.

I chant the words in my head like a prayer, hoping they are heard. Maybe he’s changed his mind and plans to kill me.