“You checked her out?” I clarify.
“Yes, and they said you could get Eric to do a deeper check if you wanted, but they were satisfied with what they did. Half the work is already done. You just have to meet her.”
I have my own investigation team who does the basic checks, but the check he did would have come from the Syndicate. I wanted them to do it because this woman will live in my home. I’ve taken extra measures to secure where I live and the people inside. The guards who take care of the property even come from the Syndicate.
“If I were you, I’d get Eric to do that check and give this girl a chance,” Cristiano adds with confidence. “You can’t control the shit happening outside your home, but you can inside. It’s your safe place, where you can cool off from the stress and do whatever the fuck you want with a woman who’s already agreed to be whatever you want her to be. I really think you should give her a chance.”
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t miss the way it feels to have a woman beneath me, or with her legs wrapped around me while I drive into her.
I miss their screams of orgasm and the soft scent of feminine desire.
I miss the taste of their arousal.
I miss claiming a woman as mine.
This woman has already agreed to be in my dark world. To essentially be mine. The pull of desire coils low in my belly, and my cock pulses with the ache to fuck.
Cristiano taps on the envelope and nods. “Take a look, amigo.”
Deciding to give this woman my attention, I reach for the envelope and open it.
I pull out all the documents and lay them before me. The first sheet is a resume, and what I see so far impresses me.
Her name is Lucia Ferreira. She’s half Portuguese and half Irish, with several years of experience of teaching nursery and elementary school kids. She speaks Portuguese, Spanish, English, French, Russian, Cantonese, and German. She teaches languages in school, too.
She finished a degree in Education, recently graduated from New York State University, and began a teaching assistant job at the elementary school in New York.
And she’s twenty-five.
She’s not the youngest woman I’ve been with. Sure, I’d rather not go down that road, but I don’t mind. I’m also assuming she already knows how old I am and still agreed to the job.
The thought also comes to me that she doesn’t seem to be the kind of woman to agree to a job like this.
She seems decent. Decent women only agree to go to the dark side when they’re desperate.
When I turn the page and see a picture of Lucia Ferreira, all thoughts of decent and desperate fly out of my head and I find I can’t look away.
Bright green eyes the color of the Mediterranean Sea stare back at me. They’re almost too large for her delicate heart-shaped face, but that’s what makes her striking. That and the shiny vibrant red hair the color of blood. The color is a contrast to her soft pink pillowy lips.
Light freckles dust her nose, making her look younger, and her porcelain skin flawless.
Again, I think decent.
A woman like that should be with someone ordinary, like a teacher or an accountant. Not a man who commands one of the world’s largest cartels.
But since when have men like me left things alone that shouldn’t be marred by our darkness?
Something in me wants to meet her and find out why she’s desperate.
I might be just thinking with my dick and interested to meet her because I’m curious to see how far she’s willing to go.
“Got your interest, Boss?” Cristiano smirks.
“Yeah. I’ll meet her,” I say. “Find out when she can get to Brazil and set something up.”
“I’ll make the call.”
I promise myself if I change my mind, I’ll go with that and think of it as my conscience keeping me on the straight and narrow.