Stalked By the Mob (Miami Mafia 1)

Chapter2

I maximized the window because no one else mattered. I wanted the angel on the screen to take up as much room as possible. I wanted to enlarge the screen to take up the entire fucking wall if I could.

The camera was located right above her bed. It was probably just a full-sized mattress but her small frame was dwarfed by it. She wore a tight pink tank top that her full tits were testing the limits of, paired with sleep shorts. She bit her lip while studying flashcards of all things.

Her dark hair was spread around her like a crown as her brows drew forward in frustration. "Mesopotamia," she said out loud before flipping the card over and smiling, signaling that she got the answer right.

She went through more flashcards and got every single one right, but I wasn't paying attention to the fucking studying. She was perfection. A tiny little waist and legs I wanted to lick from top to bottom. And even though that delectable body was making me drool, she wasn't even doing anything seductive. Just lying there studying. Though, she was constantly moving in some way, either nibling a lip or messing with her hair or adjusting her legs.

There was always something to catch my eye.

I fell under her spell until sometime later when what must've been a roommate opened the door and broke both of us out of our concentration.

"Please tell me you're not still using those stupid flashcards."

I didn't know who the fuck this bitch thought she was, but I would drive her off a fucking pier if she thought she could talk to my angel like that.

"It's a technique! I run through them all right before bed, and then I'll study them again at the coffee shop. Then it should all be up in the noggin by the time of the midterm." She elaborated by bumping her stack of cards against her forehead.

The roommate, who I couldn't see from this camera angle, wasn't impressed. "Science also says you need sleep to pass a test. Besides, I bet you already know the answers to all those anyway. Did you even remember to eat today?"

"Of course I remembered."

"Did you?"

"I had a granola bar."

"A granola bar?"

"Two."

Two fucking granola bars? She'd better be describing her fucking dinner and not her entire day. Even for a meal that's disgraceful. This girl is not taking care of herself.

My growl comes out unbidden. "Honey, if you ever tell me that you only ate two granola bars in a day again, I'm going to shove two more granola bars up your ass. One, it serves as a punishment, and you'll absorb calories that way. Double win!"

I liked the unseen roommate slightly more now. At least she had the angel's best interests at heart.

"You're the worst, Becks," said my angel in a tone that conveyed she obviously didn't mean it.

"Love you too," called the roommate in a fading volume, signaling she was walking away. She must've taken her roommate's advice to heart though because she started to pack up the textbook, notepad and flashcards that had been spread out on the mattress.

When she left the bed, I clicked through the windows as I tried to figure out Frankie's label system. With ten units and a camera in every single room in each unit, it was a lot to keep track of. They were shitty apartments and there was only one bathroom in her unit.

The bathroom looked like it should be condemned. The wallpaper was peeling, mold was growing from the ceiling. The entire building needed to be knocked down. It was immoral to take money from anyone to live there.

And this was coming from a guy who killed people for fun.

She went through the motions of washing her face and brushing her teeth. I didn't even look away when she relieved herself. I wasn't into toilet fetish shit, but this girl and everything about her was officially my new fetish.

And I wasn't fooling myself into thinking any of this wasn't fucked up. I can recognize when I'm being extra sociopathic. That doesn't mean I'm going to shut this laptop.

But then she was actually getting into bed, and I realized our evening together was coming to an end. It was the best first date I'd ever had. I groaned when she pulled the covers up to cover those delicious tits. As soon as I had her to myself, the first thing I was going to do was devote an entire evening just to worshiping those perfect mounds.

But then the lights were out and all I was left with was an erection that could cut stone and an insatiable curiosity to find out more.

Ignoring my cock and the late hour, I went digging for all the information about my little angel I could find.

And tomorrow the hunt would officially begin.