Chapter 2
Mattia
“What’s your name?” I ask the little beauty as she takes a step back.
This wasn’t how I thought my afternoon was going to go, but I can’t say that I’m unhappy with the turn of events.
Not when I get to spend it looking at her.
She’s got long dirty-blond hair with soft brown eyes and a body that was made for a man to hold on to.
Wide hips, thick thighs, and tits that would overflow even my large hands.
She’s what my cousin Salvador would call made to breed.
But that would have been before he met his wife Jema.
Now he doesn’t notice anyone else if she’s in the room, including me.
“Leo,” she says, and the way she licks her lips makes my cock twitch. She’s nervous, but I like how full and wet her lips look after her tongue runs over them.
“Leo? That’s an interesting name for a woman.” I don’t hide my interest as my eyes move up and down her body slowly. “Is it short for something?”
“Leonora.”
“Leonora,” I repeat slowly as I take a step toward her. “Now that you have me as your hostage, what do you intend on doing with me?”
I reach for the front of my jacket, and her eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
“Getting comfortable,” I tell her as I shrug off my suit jacket and place it over the washing machine. “I don’t know how long you plan on holding me hostage.”
I unbutton my cuffs one at a time before rolling up the sleeves. I don’t miss the way she watches me do this or how she looks at the exposed skin and tattoos on my forearms. My entire body is covered in them, and I wonder what she would think if she could see them all.
“That’s far enough.” Her hand holding the pepper spray is a little shaky, and I’m worried she’s going to spray both of us by accident. Doesn’t she know that spraying someone in an enclosed space like this will likely get her too?
“Sweetheart,” I say, nodding at her hand. “Can you maybe put that down for a bit? I promise I’m not going to hurt you.”
“How do I know that? I literally just saw you pistol whip someone.”
“True,” I agree and shrug. “But if you plan on keeping me here for a while, your arm is going to get tired.”
“Oh,” she says and blinks at me. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“You said you don’t like blood, so why don’t I clean up this mess for you while you take a seat?
” I reach behind her to grab the stool next to the counter and drag it out for her.
I pat the seat, and without thinking she sits on it and lowers the pepper spray.
When she obeys the order, I smile down at her. “Good girl.”
Her lips part, and she looks like she’s going to say something, but instead she licks them again, and it makes my cock heat. Looks like she’s got a praise kink and possibly isn’t even aware of it.
“So this place is yours?” I ask her as I go over to the broom closet and grab some cleaning supplies.
“Yeah, it’s mine. I mean, it is now. It used to belong to my uncle before he died.” She mumbles something under her breath about him being in the mafia, but I don’t catch all of what she’s saying.
“I heard Antonio passed away. My condolences,” I tell her as I spray the cleaner over all the places the blood went.
“You knew him?” She perks up at this information.
Antonio was old-school, and I liked that about him. He had several businesses in the neighborhood and always made sure to pay his debts. He wasn’t what some would consider a good man, but I’m not about to give his niece this information.
“Yeah, he used to pay me fifty cents to sweep in front of his store and pick up trash.” I smile to myself at the memory.
“What was he like?” She seems genuinely curious.
I didn’t know Antonio too well, but he never mentioned a niece, or any family for that matter. How much should I tell her? I decide to keep it simple.
“For one thing, he was a cheap bastard.” The joke has the desired effect, and she smiles at this information. “I mean fifty cents for picking up trash?” I shake my head as I toss the dirty paper towels in the garbage and get the mop. “Back in the day, the apartment upstairs belonged to him.”
“It still does,” Leo says and then corrects herself. “I mean, it did, but now it’s mine. That’s where I live.”
She presses her lips together after she says this like she didn’t mean to give out the information. True, it wasn’t smart, but I wanted to confirm if she was living there, and she’s saved me the trouble of checking after I leave.
“In the summertime,” I continue in hopes of distracting her, “he’d let us kids on the roof to watch the fireworks on the fourth of July.”
“That’s really sweet,” Leo says. “I saw there was a ladder with roof access, but the latch was stuck and I couldn’t get it open. It’s probably for the best because I’d get scared from that high up.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been up there, but it’s not as bad as you think.” I run the mop over the clean floor and double-check to make sure I got all the blood. “I can pop the lock for you if you want to check it out.”
When I look up, I see Leo’s eyes on me, and damn, does that feel good. Her pretty pink tongue comes out again to wet her lips, and I swear to god, if she keeps that up, I’m going to give her something to lick.
“Now that you’ve got me as your hostage, we might as well find something to do to pass the time.”