Esmé:Return of the Mafia Heir

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*Esmé’s POV*

This little fūcker had the balls to call Thomas my watchdog! If I didn’t need his asš, I would kill him. I didn’t even reply to his last text. I grabbed my purse and my car keys and I walked outside before yelling over my shoulder to Thomas. “I’ll be back! Hopefully, you don’t have to bail me out of jail tonight!” I ran to my SUV, thinking of where to go, his office or house?

I looked at the time on the dashboard of the SUV. It was a quarter till 7 pm, and I was sure he would be at the office. I decided to go there first. Once I got to their parking garage, I noticed that only one car was there.

‘Bingo!’ I thought to myself.

Exiting my car, I locked it and then headed to the elevator. I punched his floor and waited patiently for the door to open. Barbie wasn’t there, so I let myself in. I walked to his office and opened the door. He was sitting at his desk. The first two buttons of his shirt were open, and the sleeves of his button-down shirt were rolled over. Just like that, I forgot why I came here. One look at this man, my legs trembled, and my panties got wet. I tried to remember why I was annoyed with him.

“I made it very clear that you would deal with Thomas that night at your house. Why do you now insist on working with only me when you didn’t even want to give me a chance?” I asked him as I stood by the door.

He stood up from the back of his desk and walked in front of it, leaning back on it. He crossed his feet on his ankles and his arms over his chest, making his shirt sleeves tighter against his arms. Mental images flew to my head of him holding me by my legs.

‘Not what you are here for!’ I chastised myself.

“I don’t care what you want. This is my business. Therefore, I run it as I wish. If you want me to sign that contract and gather intel for you, you will work with me, side by side. Are we clear?” He asked, making me shiver. Who does he think he is? And why do I like it so much? I am always the dominant one, never submissive, but I see myself submitting to certain things by him.

“Agreed.” I replied, turning around to leave his office when I felt his strong hand holding my arm back. He pulled me towards him. He had one hand on my arm and the other on my hip. I looked back at his full lips, then his eyes, the eyes I had been dreaming about. When I was about to kick him in the nuts, he spoke. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I can’t stop thinking about you.” What the fūck!

“What?” I asked him in almost a whisper. I don’t know why, but I felt stupid. I couldn’t process what he had just told me.

“Have a good night, Esmé.” He replied, letting go of me and then walking back to his desk.

I didn’t think about it. I turned around and hightailed it out of there. When I was in the safety of my SUV, I replayed what he had told me. I need to put space between us.

‘I need to get out of here.’ I thought to myself.

As soon as I get back to the apartment, I will contact the Capo from Italy. Italy will be far enough to place space between us.

I drove back to my apartment dancing and jamming to Karol G’s latest song, ‘Bichota’. Yeah, it may not be the classiest song out there, but I needed to get that man and the words that came out of his mouth out from my mind.

As soon as I got back to the apartment, Thomas sat on the barstool licking peanut butter from a spoon. “You are fūcking gross.” I told him as I walked in.

“Oh, I guess I didn’t have to bail you out of jail.” He replied with a stupid smirk on his face.

“Not yet.” I replied. “I will try and get in contact with the Capo of Italy. We need a trip.” I told him as I sat on the couch, pulling my feet under me.

I grabbed my phone and called Danilo. Danilo is Caputo’s right-hand man.

“Come posso aiutarla.” (How can I help you?) He asked, answering the phone.

“Why are you talking to me in Italian? I don’t even know f*cking Italian. Pendejo” (Stupid in Spanish) I replied, making him chuckle.

“My bad, Gonzalez. How can I help you?” He asked.

“I need a meeting with your Capo.” I replied.

“I don’t think that will be feasible right now, but I will talk to him and get back to you.” He answered.

“How long?” I replied, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Give me 24 hours.” He replied.

“Fine.” I answered back, ending the call. I got up from the couch, walking to my kitchen. I pulled open the fridge and opened the Moscato bottle.

“Who was that?” Thomas asked as he continued licking the spoon.

“That was Danilo.” I replied. He was looking at me as if he was waiting for me to explain who he was.

“Really, Thomas? The Capo of Italy? One of his men. Does it ring a bell?” I asked him.

“Oh! Now I remember, you should have led with that. How the fūck would I know all of their names by heart?” He replied.

“You should.” I said. We have been working on studying each Capo. We haven’t gotten to the Capos in Italy, but I have. The nights I couldn’t sleep, I would grab their files and study them, front-back and all around. I wanted to know everything about each Capo. Someone had to know what happened to my family.