Stalked By the Mob (Miami Mafia 1)

Chapter10

I looked at the time again, even though another minute had not passed. Seven o’clock was never going to get here.

I kept on debating if I wanted Becks to be at the apartment or not. On one hand, she had always been my backbone in life. On the other, I don't think there was a backbone strong enough in life to take on Alek.

Being alone was better. I was already in enough trouble without dragging Becks into this.

I'd had to shower before going to the university, thanks to my all-night self-pity fest and spontaneous phone sex, which meant I was cleaner than I wanted to be for this date.

I should find some mud puddle to roll in to make myself as unappealing as possible.

Hell, Alek would probably still drag me out. What chance did I really have?

When I'd arrived home from work, there had been a mountain of bags waiting for me. Not sitting next to the doorway, but inside the apartment.

Maybe they'd dropped them off between Becks' daycare job and her shift at Carlito's. But if that happened, she would've messaged me demanding where they came from.

Someone had been in the apartment when no one was here. And instead of taking anything, they had dropped something off.

I wished I had the self-control to keep from looking through the bags, but I couldn't help myself. Immediately I peeked, starting with a baby blue dress with a deep V along the front and back, and a flowy skirt.

It was beautiful and nicer than anything I'd ever worn. And unlike anything I would've thought Alek would've bought for his woman. When I thought of the women that the gangsters brought to Carlito's, I thought of skintight dresses that showed more than they left to the imagination.

The shoes were black pumps with heels that I'd never be able to walk in. There was also sparkling blue jewelry.

He wanted me to wear all of this on our date? This was crazy. I was no Cinderella. I could play dress-up all I wanted, but at the end of all of this, I would still be me.

Alek would bippity boppity boo out of my life, and I would need to make sure I could pick up the pieces.

So, I left the bags right where I found them and changed into a pair of joggers and t-shirt I'd had since high school, complete with holes and a stain near the hem.

Alek should be here in about ten minutes. He didn't strike me as the type to be late.

And that's when there was a knock at the door. It was the sure and confident knock of a man who knew I was going to let him in.

He was early. Probably predicting I would give him trouble. There was no point in hoping he went away, so I pushed off the couch and pulled the door open.

Any confidence I'd gained throughout the day while I'd prepared for this moment vanished the moment I saw Alek standing in front of me.

I'd just met him the night before, but it was as though I was seeing him for the first time.

His height was intimidating all on its own. I thought I was tall at five foot seven, but he was well over six feet and looked down at me. As soon as I opened the door, he stepped inside. Not far, but just over the threshold so I couldn't push him out immediately.

His suit was just as nice as yesterday, but he looked like he had come straight from somewhere official since, unlike last night when his shirt was loose and first few buttons undone, he was fully tightened and coiled now.

I nervously swallowed. This was the man I'd talked to on the phone this morning? This was the man who had told me to touch myself?

My pussy burned at the thought, and I swore he could see right through me as though he knew exactly what I was thinking.

"You look lovely, Angel," he said, as though I wasn't standing in my best laundry day clothes.

Biting my lip nervously, I tugged at the bottom of my shirt. "I didn't put on the dress you sent over." Stating the obvious. Way to go.

He took a step inside, and I took a step back, not that it made a difference. His mere presence was overwhelming. As though every breath I took was inviting more of his essence into me.

Infecting me to the point where I'd never be able to wash him off.

"You look so soft and delicate." To prove his words, he reached out, running the backs of his knuckles along my cheek. It was such a light touch; I could barely feel it, and yet I gasped as though I'd been hit. Every nerve went on high alert.

Without looking down, I knew my nipples were showing through my sports bra. My panties were soaked. No man had ever come close to affecting me like this before, but I'd never met anyone else like Alek before.

Alek gripped my ponytail out of nowhere and pulled my head back while pushing his body flush against mine. "You're not as delicate as you look, though, are you?"

His dark eyes bore into mine. He was so close that his breath brushed against my lips like the ghost of a kiss. Was I supposed to answer? Was this rhetorical? I sure as heck felt delicate.

"Are you going to hurt me?"

His other hand reached around my ass as he pressed his erection against me. "I've thought about this all day. Tell me you haven't thought about me fucking you. Tell me and I'll leave."

He very noticeably hadn't answered the question.

I frown up at him. "I don't date."

"Funnily enough, I don't date either. And that wasn't the fucking question." Out of nowhere, his hand came down on my ass. The smack was enough to sting but not quite hurt.

In response, I jumped, rubbing myself against him further.

This man was insane, which I already knew, and yet it kept on surprising me. I opened my mouth but before I got my lie out, he said, "Let me tell you right now that you don't want to know what I do to liars. And I'm guessing all I have to do is stick one of my fingers in those pretty panties to find the truth."

I whimpered, but he was still holding my hair hostage, so the only way I could hide was by closing my eyes. "Yes," I squeaked.

With that one word, I'd surrendered.

He smiled; his teeth shockingly white against his dark beard. "Good girl." Then he kissed my forehead and released me.

For a moment I stood there dumbstruck, waiting for him to pounce again. What had I missed? I admitted I wanted him. Wasn't this the point where he took advantage?

"I moved the reservation by half an hour, so you have time to get ready, but I've had a trying day and don't recommend you take long." He crossed over to my crappy couch and took a seat. He started to scroll through his phone before making a call and speaking in Russian to someone.

Shaking my head to try and clear the fog, I picked up the bags and moved to my bedroom. I didn't even bother locking the door, knowing it wouldn't keep Alek out if he wanted to come in.

He'd come over exactly when he said he would and in mere seconds he had me exactly where he wanted me. My mistake was that I'd planned to reason with him using words and logic.

Instead, he'd gone for the weakness he'd already known he could exploit. My body.

How had he done that? He'd grabbed my hair like a neanderthal. I should be disgusted, not panting like I was head cheerleader, and he was the quarterback getting drafted to all the big colleges.

Not once had I ever been led around by my hormones, yet now I was falling over myself for some mobster?

No, I wasn't going to call him that. I didn't know what he was. I only knew that Carlito and seemingly everyone else was afraid of him.

Maybe he was just punch happy.

Yeah. That was it.

I rolled my eyes at the lunacy of the thought as I started to change into the outfit. There was even a blue thong provided that was the same color as the dress.

Running the lacy thing through my fingers, I knew I should ignore it. I wasn't some doll he could dress-up however he wanted.

But when I'd showered after our phone call, I'd shaved, taking extra care to trim downstairs. I might as well wear the pretty underwear too.

In for a penny, in for a pound.