“It would if you’d give me your number.”
Oh no. I duck my head and charge his card. When I hand him the slip to sign, I tell him the truth. “Sorry, I can’t. I actually don’t have a cell phone at the moment.”
He chuckles lightly. “Okay, I can take a hint. You don’t need to lie. Here’s my card if you change your mind.”
I blush because sadly, I don’t have a phone because I didn’t want to be tracked. It has made things difficult, but it’s for the best. “Thank you.” I take it to be polite, but I have no intention of calling him.
“See ya, gorgeous.” He walks out, and then I see Allie’s brother looking at me. Fuck, I hope he’s not interested too. I can’t deal with another man hitting on me when my heart belongs to a man who hates me.
Allie rushes to my side and gives me a nervous smile. “So, he’s cute. Anyway, I’m going to take my lunch with my brother. It’s a little early—is that okay?”
“Of course. Go ahead and enjoy.”
“Thanks. You’re amazing.” She gives me a hug and then runs off to give the cook their orders. Work comes and goes fast, but as the afternoon comes to an end and I leave the restaurant, I swear I can feel eyes on me, watching me.
Chapter Eight
Sebastian
Hey, boss, is this her?Julio’s message burns through my brain as I sit outside the diner watching her for the second day in a row. Two days, and I haven’t claimed what’s mine. Two days, and I’ve tortured myself while attempting to make her suffer for leaving me.
I watch Candy, obsessed with the need to make her pay on her back, on her knees, and on every damn surface I can. Hell, I’ll take her any way I can because I need that tight pussy wrapped around my cock while I breed the next generation of Diaz babies into her.
She moves back and forth, serving table after table, attempting to smile through her tired eyes and sore feet. Fuck, she’s so damn beautiful that it takes everything inside me to hold back and not storm into the diner and snatch her up. Not a single day has gone by that I haven’t been aching to touch her again.
I sit by and watch her struggle, and it brings a sadistic delight to my fucked-up soul. For two months, I’ve been looking for her; I’ve torn apart that shit-box, burnt-out trailer after I got out, looking for clues. There was nothing left to find, though, because everything was destroyed.
Martín allowed me access to his cameras, and then I interrogated motherfuckers to within an inch of their lives to learn where my girl was hiding out, praying to the devil that she hadn’t ended up in another motherfucker’s bed because he’d suffer the wrath like no one would know.
After all that searching, she pops up in my neck of the woods. It was pure happenstance that my guard stopped into a restaurant to have lunch with his sister, who works there. He snapped a picture and asked if it was her.
I fucking nearly lost my shit. She’d been smiling up at a six-foot-three bastard in a gray suit as he paid for food. It took me twenty minutes to make my way to the entrance to see it was her. Instead of dragging her ass out by her hair, I set my plan into fucking motion. I felt like fucking hunting. She was going to pay for her transgressions in time.
As if she senses me watching, she turns her head to the window, but she can’t see me because I’m hidden away in my SUV. Everything is blacked out. Still, she knows someone must be out there or around, lurking.
Suddenly, Candy fumbles with the tray in her hands and I reach for the handle to come to her aid, but before she can drop it, her handsy boss helps her catch it. Like a prick, he slides his hand on Candy’s waist, firmly holding her a little too long.
I’m going to kill him. There’s no doubt about it as he continues to linger with his hands on what’s mine. She tries to move slightly, which makes me a little less irritated, but then he clearly doesn’t take the hint.
“Candy, can we get some creamer when you get a chance?” I look over to the man who called my woman to his table, and she gladly smiles at him and his wife. She sets the food down at the table and makes her escape to the couple with a look of gratitude.
I see the man and his expression screams of protective instincts. They’re not lustful ones; those he seems to be throwing the woman at his side who is quite round with his child.
“Thank you,” she mouths before walking away from their table. I know the guy at the table. It’s none other than Maxim Kazakov, a man just like myself. We’ve met before and never had problems, but we might now if he tries to get in my way.
Tonight, I’ll deal with that asshole boss of hers. He’ll be sorry—dead sorry. My hands grip the handle and I crack the fucker, so I step out of the vehicle, keeping out of sight of the restaurant. I have another man sitting in a car down the street.
Tapping on his window, I say, “Don’t leave here. Watch her closely. I’ll be back shortly. My plans have moved up. As soon as he’s gone, bag him and bring him to the place.”
“Yes, boss, and Ms. Bell?”
“My plans for her will begin tonight.”
“Yes, boss.”
I leave the place feeling sadistic as I think about that fucker putting his hands on my woman at all. The gall he has makes me angrier by the second. Did she give him permission, but just not in public? Some women don’t want to be caught showing attention in front of others, or was she truly repulsed but too scared to lose her job? I’ll know soon enough. Damn it. I speed onto the expressway, feeling anything but patient.
Chapter Nine