006. Stalker boyfriend.

GIOVANNI

"It's definitely his place," Dominic confirmed, his voice booming from the other end.

I nodded my head, with the phone still pressed gently against my ear. I brought the cigarette closer to my lips and took a long drag before blowing the smoke out of the window.

"Good. Leave the Russell's boy to me and just keep your eyes on the fed." I ordered, my voice was as husky as ever.

"Yes, boss."

I ended the call and tossed my phone on the stack of papers on my passenger seat.

With the internal threats neutralized and the turncoats held accountable, the calm that followed left me feeling uncharacteristically idle. I craved action, my instincts itching for the next adrenaline rush.

I had to change order of everything overnight. I had wanted this shit with Price Russell to be over with, but dealing with paper works after that made me want to drag this out for however long I want.

I could have fun with this while I shove that bastard fed in his place. That was what brought me here, to Adrian Price's apartment. Gawking at his front door like a weirdo.

I could have Dominic drag the boy over, but I feel like that won't be fun at all. I was bored, fucking bored that I thought playing this fake boyfriend's game with him would be fun.

My face hardened in anger as I stared out of the window, watching the apartment across from me, watching for any movement. But there was none.

I moved my gaze back to the stack of papers on my passenger seat and grabbed the one that had the boy's information. I read through the important ones and nodded my head.

"He work 5 hours shift at a smoothie shop down the street." I said, scoffing as I dropped the file back on the passenger seat. The boy was all work and no fun and I wondered just how this was going to work in my favour.

That little bastard had a triple-threat schedule. By day, he blended smoothies at a morning hotspot. Afternoons found him peddling cosmetics at a trendy boutique. And when night fell, he poured drinks at that lousy bar.

"So pathetic." I grumbled, throwing the cigarette butt out of the car window.

Memories of the previous night's events flooded my mind, and my fists clenched in rage. Despite my love for violence, I seethed with anger at being manipulated by that insolent kid.

He'd used me to beat up some lousy thug like I was his personal bodyguard. I scoffed, couldn't believe I did actually do that.

"What time does his shift starts again?" I grumbled, glanced at the file to see that he should be clocking in at the smoothie shop in less than thirty minutes.

I picked up my phone and input his number and dialed it. My eyes were on his front door as I heard his soft "Hello."

"Boyfriend." I grinned, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. The call went mute for a while before he spoke up again.

The little shit asked why I was calling him and I arched my eyebrows, wondering what I was calling him for.

After giving a smartass comment, the bastard warned me never to call him again and ended the call. I felt rage igniting fire of fury within me as no one has ever dared hung up on me before.

In fact, the logical thing to do right now is start the car and leave. But then again, I was never much of a logical person since I decided to do this dumb shit.

If I don’t stay, I’ll come back tomorrow. And if I leave tomorrow, I’ll return the day after. So heck, he's going to meet me right out.

I watched him stepped out of his front door a minute later and I shoved the files in the compartment before stepping out of the car. Our eyes met and I loved the look of horror in his eyes.

Yes, bastard! Cower in fear. That is exactly what you're supposed to be doing.

I waved, grinning as I fed on his fear. "Ready to leave for work?" I asked, crossing over to his apartment and watched him drag his little feet towards me.

I had thought he was going to stand his ground and ask me to leave, but what? The little shit walked past me, totally ignoring me.

"The fuck? Are you ignoring me?" I asked, grabbed his backpack and pulled him back to him. I shoved him against the wall and caged him between my arms.

"Please just let me go." He groaned, and I smirked.

"Did your mama not teach you never to ignore your elders, huh?" I sneered, glaring at the mole under his left eye.

I hated that it looked good on him. Why did the little shit have to be this cute?

"My mom did taught me to greet my elders, but not my stalker." Adrian fired back and if that didn't made me want to pull out his damned tongue.

Instead, I just smiled and grin. "Is that what you like to call your boyfriend? Stalker? How cute."

Adrian tried to shove me but I didn't budge. He was so damn stupid to think he could shove me away with those cute hands. Did I say cute?

The fuck is wrong with me?

"In case you don't know, I have where I'm going and you're keeping me late." He groaned out. The corner of his eyes wrinkled and that made the mole under his eyes a lot more cuter.

I sighed, forcing my gaze away from his eyes before that fucking mole ignite the devil in me.

"Come with me. I'll drive you to work." I made to grab his hand but he just pulled away.

Great. Taking my kindness for granted? Or maybe what I had planned for him was far from kind.

"Like heck I'm going to enter into your car." He hissed, bit my hand and escaped my grip.

Fucking cute.

I turned around to face him, taking slow steps after him. "Smoothie shop from here is twenty minutes on foot. Seven minutes if I take you. Pick."

Adrian gripped his backpack tightly, hastening his footsteps. "No thank you. I would rather trek there."

With a sly smile, I declared, "You've made your choice."

In two swift strides, I closed the distance behind him. I snatched his backpack, spun him around, and lifted him off the ground. He landed effortlessly over my shoulder, his body bent in an awkward arch.

"Fucking hell! Drop me now." He yelled, struggling to jump down from my shoulder but I held him tightly.

"Keep your voice down or I'm going to spank your ass." I warned, meaning every damn word.