“Yeah, Sal called about an hour ago. She played dumb to the cops. You’re my consigliere, Vinny; what do you think?” He took a cigar out of his box then snapped the lid closed.
“I’m advising you to figure this shit out on your own. It will be good for you. Just keep me updated.”
“Okay, I’ve got it handled for now.” With that, he ended the call and lit his cigar. His consigliere was right; she was fucking smart. He knew she wasn’t opening her mouth in the near future. The only thing he didn’t know was if she had actually seen him and his crew do it or just heard what had occurred. That, he needed to find out. She might not be saying shit now, but you never knew if a person would down the road. Besides, if his enemies found out he had left a witness alive, it could bring down his whole operation, everything he had done to be the one calling the shots.
Elle had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. That I know all too well.
He pushed the bad memory back. He couldn’t feel sorry for the girl. His son had been there, as well as Sal; he had to protect them both. He had made an oath long ago to protect the family.
He leaned back in his expensive, leather chair, taking a hit of his cigar. Exhaling, he watched the smoke fill the room.
It was time to check in and see if any progress had been made.
* * *
Nero lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling. Something had been bothering him ever since Elle had run out on him in art class. No girl had ever run away from him, and they sure as hell wouldn’t after what he had pulled on her in the closet. Any other girl would have begged me to fuck them right there.
Playing with Elle had built tension inside of him. He needed to get it out, and when Stephanie and Stacy had been waiting for him at his car, he had known exactly how. He had chosen Stacy because she had been exactly what he needed; nothing was off-limits with her. At least, that had been what he’d thought he needed, but his dick was still hard. For the first time in years, Nero was sexually frustrated. Fuck, would she hurry?
Nero’s phone rang. “Yeah?”
“Tell me how it went.”
Nero got out of the bed and opened the door leading to his balcony. Walking out, he shut the doors.
“Well, she showed up to school. I gotta say, I was kind of shocked she actually did. Should have known, though, she wouldn’t let her friend go to school without her. First class, she was a little out of it. Looked mostly tired but snapped back pretty fast.”
“Did you talk to her?”
“You don’t seem surprised.” Nero must have missed something.
“I had Vinny and Enzo check in on her at the diner. She had enough balls to go to work, acting like she was already gone before it happened. When the cops asked her about the murder, she pretended it was the first she’d heard of it.”
“So, I assume this was a test. How did I do…boss?” Nero made sure his father got his meaning.
“Don’t take it personally, son. Answer the question.”
“Yes, I talked to her. It’s going to take time for her to trust me, though. She doesn’t exactly have reason to trust anyone in school. As you can see, she’s not your typical high school girl.”
“Yeah, I’m seeing that, especially after years of seeing the girls you and your brother bring home. Why can’t either of you bring a girl like that home?”
“Probably because we’d have to work too hard to get in their panties.”
“Well, you have one month to get into them and find out what she saw. Oh, and I don’t want to see another girl walk through my front doors unless it’s Elle. Mistake number one already. A piece of advice, father to son, she ain’t the cheating type. You’re done fucking around. Consider yourself married off till the job is done.” All Nero could hear after that was a tone saying his dad had said his peace.
Nero squeezed the phone. Done fucking around. That’s a joke.
He opened the door and lay back down on the bed, considering what his dad had said about Elle. ‘She had enough balls to go to work.’
Elle had fooled the cops and everyone else besides the family.
Nero smiled. Elle, I am going to have fun with you.
Nero heard the bathroom door open right on cue. Stacy came out, showered and dressed. She headed for the door. “See you tomorrow, Nero.”
“Did I give you permission to leave?” Nero grabbed her hand.
Stacy beamed and jumped on top of him.
No, he was not quite done with her tonight; he had only grown harder at the thought of Elle. Nero was sure he would fuck Stacy until the thought of Elle disappeared. Little did Nero know, however, it was sleep that would come first.
* * *
Elle lay in bed, exhausted. Work had been mentally draining, worrying about who was going to walk through the doors next. Then she had to come home and do homework on top of that.
To top it all off, the thought of Nero going home with another girl was really messing with her brain. Why do I even care about him?
She didn’t understand why guys were attracted to girls like Cassandra. Oh, yeah, right.
Elle knew she was nothing like them. She didn’t have money, didn’t buy fancy clothes, and didn’t throw herself at boys. I’m just a waitress.
It really bugged Elle to not be able to shake him from her thoughts because, clearly, he only wanted to get laid and girls meant nothing else to him. Moreover, Elle would never picture herself with a guy like Nero.
Honestly, Elle had never pictured herself with anyone. She had never liked anyone enough. Elle was definitely a virgin—hell, she had never even been kissed before. I am definitely not his type, and he isn’t mine.