Luca

“No, you can trust Marco. He wouldn’t want to get involved anyway.”

I didn’t really care what Marco or any of the other’s did about me being here to be honest. I was a grown woman for Christ’s sake I could come and go as I pleased and right now I’d had about enough of all the cloak and dagger shit that had been going on. I was done with being hidden away. If Sanchez wanted to take me he could try, but I was no push over. He’d have the fight of his life on his hands. Anyway, I reasoned with my drunken self, he probably doesn’t even care about little old me the mediocre stripper anymore any way. I made up my mind that after this night out I was going back to my own apartment and getting on with my life, living it the way I wanted to. Completely Luca free.

Chapter 12

Luca

Time was running out, I didn’t know how much longer I could pretend I had a plan. I had no fucking plan, no idea what to do to keep Sanchez away from Chloe other than warning him off; which was a big no no as he’d only become more fixated on her if he knew she meant something to me, which she did. I could claim her as mine but then again that would make the target on her back even bigger and I doubted she’d go for that one, she seemed to hate my guts these days. We were both screwed. Short of bumping him off myself or locking her up forever I didn’t know what else to do. That’s why I’d increased security, because word from Sanchez’s camp was he was pissed and out for revenge. Wiping him out completely was becoming my best option.

It was also getting harder and harder to avoid her back at the house, not to mention it was getting harder and harder every time I looked at her flouncing around in those skimpy bikinis and outfits Gina had brought her. She had this way of swinging her hips that made all her curves bounce in such a ‘come fuck me’ way I swear my balls were getting bluer by the second. I didn’t know if I could hold myself back any longer, all I could think about was bending her over, seeing that juicy ass in the air in front of me and fucking her tight little pussy so hard she’d feel me for days after.

Chloe fucking Ellis, that woman would be the death of me. She wasn’t content with giving me a constant hard on when I was a teenager, watching her around the neighbourhood all soft creamy skin and perfect perky tits stalking around the place in those ass hugging denim shorts. No she had to find me now and tease my cock even more with how she’d grown. Boy had she grown, she was like a Victoria’s Secret angel and the star of the porno in my mind all rolled into one. My sanity was hanging on by a thread and I was sure my men had noticed. I couldn’t afford for them to see any weakness in me, especially now when we were steps away from a war.

Hell my mind was at war with itself; the half that was a red blooded male said fuck it and yeah fuck her in every possible way I’d dreamt of over the years until she was screaming my name, coming all over my cock. I wanted to find out if she tasted as good as she looked, have her fuck my face as she sucked my cock. Hell I wanted her to come on my cock, my face, my tongue, my hands and fingers; I wanted it all with her. But the other half the half with some morals reminded me of her father and the promises I’d made. He was a good man her father, he taught me more in the years I’d known him than my own poor excuse for a father ever did. His advice rang in my ears today as clearly as it did seven years ago…

I was leaving the house and I casually glanced over to next door in the hope of catching a glimpse of Chloe. Her father Stan was in the driveway working on his old Ford, his head buried under the bonnet as he clanked away using some tool he had brought up from his tool shed. He stood back from the car scratching his head then noticed me as I walked past.

“Hey Luca how’s things?”

Stan always took time out to talk to me and Freddie, none of the other neighbours did. We were the odd family on the street you see, the ones who didn’t belong there.

“I’m working at Al’s now, thanks to you that is.”

Al’s was a mechanics in the town and Al the owner had agreed to give me a month’s trial working there based solely on Stan’s recommendation. People respected Stan, they took his word as gospel so I wasn’t going to let him down knowing he’d placed his valuable trust in me. Plus Stan had taught me everything I knew about a car’s engine. I’d spent hours with him stripping engines apart and putting them back together just for the hell of it.

I loved being around Stan and the positive vibes he gave off. It didn’t hurt that I’d get the chance to watch Chloe too whenever she came out of the house to bring us cold drinks or cookies dressed in her little outfits. It felt cruel that she was so much younger than me, and yet she was all I could think about. None of the other girls in the neighbourhood could hold a torch to Chloe Ellis, she was my perfect girl, looked like an angel but definitely made for sin; but she was just too young.

“Think you could take a look at this? If you’re not too busy that is?”

Stan gestured to the open bonnet of his car and I nodded, sprinting up the driveway and bending down to have a look at the engine. Stan’s knowledge far outweighed mine so I wasn’t sure why he was even asking me for advice, but it felt good to feel useful. That was something my own father never made me feel.

“So you got a girlfriend yet Luca?” He asked leaning against the side of his car.

I shook my head, “I don’t have time for that, too busy looking after Freddie and…stuff.” I looked back at the house that had never felt like a home not once in the seven years we’d been forced to live there. The minute Freddie was old enough and I’d managed to save enough money we were both out of there, I was determined to get us both away from my father and his right hook.

“That wouldn’t have something to do with my daughter would it?”

My head shot up to look at Stan and gage his reaction, he was looking back at me with kind friendly eyes. Not what I expected at all. I couldn’t answer though, I didn’t tell lies, so I decided to keep the truth quiet inside.

“She’s a lot like me you know, our Chloe. She might come across all cocky and confident but she’s delicate. She has a pure forgiving heart, but it’s easily broken.”

He was nodding purposefully at me as he spoke. I knew it was his subtle way of warning me off.

“Don’t get me wrong Luca, you’re a good kid. I just need to make you aware of a few things okay?”

I nodded back at him.

“Okay.”

“I know my Chloe likes you, she likes you an awful lot. A blind man could see that. All I ask is that you let her down gently, I don’t want to see my baby have her heart irreparably broken.”

I had no intention of breaking her heart, damn it was my heart that was breaking most days holding everything in, suppressin

g how I felt.

“I won’t ever hurt her Sir.” I said looking him dead in the eyes so he would know I spoke the truth, “She’s too special to me, I could never hurt her. You have my word on that.”

And there it was, I’d said it. She was special to me, the most special thing I had going on in my shitty life right now. I went to sleep going over everything we’d said to each other that day in fine detail, recalling what she’d wore, how she’d smelt, what she’d feel like to touch, to hold in my arms, to have underneath me. Then I’d wake up with her on my mind, hopeful that I’d bump into her that day. She was all I thought about. In fact it was getting kinda creepy how often I was thinking about a fifteen year old girl and not in the most innocent of ways either. Maybe I needed to take a few other girls out on dates just to try and slow down this growing obsession I seemed to have with my underage neighbour.