“Well thanks for stopping by, Lexi. But now the grown-ups have shit to do. So why don’t you go do whatever it is little girls do. I’ll see you around. And by the way, the name is Saxson,” I throw over my shoulder.
I sprint my ass inside the house as fast as my feet can carry me, without looking like a scared old man or checking to see the look on her face at my dismissal. There is no way I can chance it. If I stayed one more second in her presence, I might have snatched her little ass up, drug her into the house, and did unspeakable things to her safe little pussy. The likes of which the state of Florida has never seen. Not to mention, I am pretty sure the shit I want to do to her is illegal in all 50 states.
Walking the rest of the way into the house I have to adjust my dick, while knowing I will need to rub it out tonight. And, I know who I will be picturing when I do.
Just like that, she became my obsession. Over the course of the following weeks, I would be looking out the window or lurking to watch as she comes and goes. The need to try and learn her routine to figure out who she is with has started to consume my days and nights.
I met her dad the other day. Fucking douche. He is the type of man who puts his family out in the middle of suburbia, so they are out of his way and he can live a second life in the city. What a fucking moron. He introduced himself as if he thought he was the king of fucking Miami, until I introduced myself and he realized I am actually the prince of Miami. My father is king.
My father is Sergio Juanito Maldonado, leader of Los Cuatro Patrones de la Mafia. The four Dons Mafia has been around for decades. It is an organization that is governed by four families. Each one has a leader or ‘Don’ if you will. However, those four families have a high ‘Don’ who is usually the elder of the clan, and that would be my father, with me as his second in command.
I would typically live in the city to be close to him. But ever since my brother Julio went missing a few months back, my father has spread my siblings and I out to keep us safe and to lay low. Although my brother was recovered and the stupid motherfuckers neutralized, my father is still insisting we stay separated. I think it is a mistake because it leaves him vulnerable, but he doesn’t care as much about himself as he does my mom, siblings and me.
Now I am living in Pleasantville and I'm still in hell, thanks to her. My obsession with her doesn’t stop at peeking through windows and shit. It extends to following her around every time she goes out and taking down the license plates of everybody that comes over, so I can make sure she is safe. So far there is only one complication that I see. His name is Jared Smith. He is a pansy-ass, polo wearing prick, who has been sniffing around my pussy. Every time I see his fucking car in the driveway, I have to stop myself from storming out and bulldozing my way into her house to wring his fucking neck. The need to let him know to stay away from my woman is overwhelming.
The only thing saving his life is the fact that I know my girl doesn’t really like him. I have my suspicions as to why he is always around, but until Roscoe gives me the report I need, I have no proof. However, I know that she is aware I am watching, because she looks at my house with a sneaky-ass smirk on her face every time she gets in his car. Fucking brat. Let’s see how funny she finds it when her ass looks like a stop sign. She will learn soon enough not to play with me. Right now, I am laying in my bed trying to refrain from beating my shit to death and wondering what exactly it is she is doing in her own bedroom.2LexiAh, Ah, Ah……...Yes, Yes, YES!!!!!!
Crap!!!! That is the third time today I have masturbated to visions of being taken by Sexson. I laugh at myself for a second. I know his name is Saxson, but the man is walking sex on a stick. So, I think Sexson is a better name for him. Plus, when I finally get a chance to call him by that name, I know it is going to annoy the shit out of him. Take that. Calling me a little girl.