"Episode 14 - Pizza with the princess."        

I reached for my gun I left on the bedside table. "Don't worry, stay here" Jamie was on the other side. "What can I do for you."

"Erm... Is Elena in there." I stepped out, closing the door behind me. I wasn't going to hesitate to shoot him if he touched her.

"Why?" I growled.

"Well, you put me on her duty and she picked your lock about three hours ago and never came out. So, what do I do? Take her back or?" I couldn't see his eyes but I didn't care.

"Get us a large pizza. Meat feast and I'll take care of her." I slipped back inside but he stopped me.

"Boss..." Concern coated his voice. "...She's the daughter of Capone. I mean, are you out of your mind?" He whispered.

"I can take care of myself Jamie." The light hit his eyes. He was genuinely concerned but nodded his head. "Get yourself something to eat too J." He nodded.

"I'll take of it."

He disappeared down the dark hall.

"Who was that?" Elena asked the moment I closed the door. She was under the covers again, I could see her shivers from all the way across the room. I turned the bathroom lights off on my way to the bed. 

I dropped on her, head first but over the blankets. I wasn't going touch her unless she wanted me to. My stomach was churning but I didn't want to question her about it.

Not yet but I'd be knowing everything about her. Hunt the person down and kill him.

"Jamie. He's bringing pizza." My head rested on her stomach, over the blanket. "He told me you picked the lock."

"Yes. I was trying to be all sexy but fell asleep." She started playing with my hair, dragging her nails along my scalp. It felt soothing but my inside was still on fire.

"It's okay. After we eat, you can go back to sleep."

"I sleep alone." She paused her action.

"So do I but I'm willing to share." She didn't move. Her whole body stiffened. Finally, she moved with vengeance, throwing my off.

"That's cause you feel sorry for me." She moved to fast, she nearly made it to the door.

"For fucks sake. I DON'T." I grabbed her by her arm and pulled her around to face me. "I don't feel sorry for you. I want to protect you."

"No one can protect me." The haunted look in her eyes told me there was more to the story. I wondered if Capone knew. A sadistic smile crawled over my lips and she finally stopped fighting.

"Trust me. I have my ways." She gulped but she didn't look terrified at all. Instead, she cupped my scarred cheek with her small hand.

"I don't even know you. Why am I even here?" She leaned into me, allowing me to pick her up by her waist and carried her back to bed. I usually went to the girl's house from the bar, then out as soon as possible. This was different. She was different.

I dropped her on where she was before but with me on top. There's no way I was going to have sex with her now. She was still raw from her nightmare and I needed her to feel safe. I never wanted to hurt her.

Man, I was becoming obsessed with her.

I sucked in a deep breath, inhaling her scent.

"How was your day?" I put my head on my own pillow and played with her hair while she rubbed my chest. Our legs were entwined together.

"Well, I was trying to seduce this dude who left after shoving his dick down my throat." I gave her a crooked smile.

"We found a camera in the blonde girl's purse so we went over to the whore house."

"You went to a whore house?" She was pissed but surprised.

"The DAZE hotel. The Madam put a target on your fathers back."

"I hope she kills him." She grumbled and I laughed.

"She has powerful people backing her. Malone is one but I don't know who else is backing her." I sighed. I'd never felt comfortable about speaking about my day with anyone else but her. She was crazy and slightly sadistic as me to have shot her own dad. A ghost of a smile crawled its way to up to my lips.

"Why are you smiling?" Her finger tips grazed my lips.

"You shot your dad." Her eyes hazed over. "I should teach you how to shoot so you can aim better." She smiled bright, eyes lighting up.

"I'd love that." She sighed and her stomach rumbled. I placed my hand on it and patted her. She squirmed and ended up in my arms. I held her tight against my chest. I was too comfortable with her.

I was too comfortable with her.

"You should look into Dragovich. He's been here a couple of times but I think their business went sideways. He hasn't been here in a while." I turned to grab my phone from the bedside table. "WAIT no don't, I'm not supposed to help you with that." She tried to make a grab for it and I chuckled.

"I need to do my job princess." I managed to note down the name and suddenly I realised I wanted something more from her that I didn't even think about it before. "What's your number?"

"Uh, you haven't even fucked me yet and you want my number?" I was on my back while she was propped up on her elbow.

"Number woman." She grumbled before finally pressing in her number.

I saved it under Princess, just in case anyone got a hold of it. I knew I wasn't acting rational but I didn't care. Something about the hatred towards her dad dug at me. I knew he was a bastard but she was born into this world, she should be used to it already.

"Why do you hate him so much?" She paused and looked at me with a stark blankness in her eyes that cracked something deep in me.

"I have my reasons." she drew designs on my chest, eyes didn't dare to meet mine. "What about you? You don't seem like someone who's... you know... morally impaired."

"I have my reasons too." She finally looked up. I could tell by the way her eyes kept searching mine, she wanted to tell me. She wanted to trust me but something was stopping her, just like me. We didn't trust each other yet and that was understandable. There was more to her and there was an even bigger conspiracy around her that I needed to dig out.

"One day?" I asked.

"Maybe."

We were nearly asleep when the knock on the door came. She moaned a complain while I thanked Jamie for the boxes of pizza and beers. She turned with an arch to her ass but didn't open her eyes until I held the box open in front of her nose.

I laughed watching her small hand creep up to the box and snagged one slice, putting it in her mouth with eyes still closed. I'd never seen someone eat and sleep at the same time but it was fascinating. It was like watching a unicorn eat cotton candy.

"Baby, you need to sit up."

She did but her eyes were still closed. Placing the pizza in front of her I sat back down in the dark room. Clock ticked past 1:15. I grabbed myself a slice and down it with some beer. She moaned and finally opened her eyes.

"Thank you for this." Her voice was groggy from sleep.

"Do you want some beer?"

"I don't drink. Can I have some water?" I got her a glass straight away. I wanted to squeeze all the secrets out of her.

Sitting in the middle of the bed, she faced me. "You know Capone won't care if I'm sleeping with you. He only fired the ones who kind of became... erm... crazy. I just told him they were bugging me so he gets rid of them." Her eyes widened. "Not like KILL them or anything."

"Don't worry, I will." She narrowed her eyes at me with the pizza in her mouth.

"You're bit of a trigger happy, aren't you?" She was right but I didn't want to confirm anything. Instead, I shrugged.

"So do you like to sleep with all the people who are hired to protect you?" Jealousy gripped me.

"Eh!" She nonchalantly shrugged. "Sometimes, it's cartel bosses, Russian mafias, whoever I find attractive."

"You get whatever you want, do you?" I really didn't understand her relationship with her father or with the people around her. I witnessed first hand, the way she had that Cartel leader wrapped around her finger. It seemed like she had me wrapped around hers too.

"I TAKE whatever I want." 

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Chapter edited by CamileWilson