Page 39 of Mafia Scars

I didn’t care that the leaves of a burrito chili were different in South America than they were in his kitchen back in Chicago. I didn’t care about his fish, and most certainly didn’t care to hear about how he got rid of a rash on his balls he thought was syphilis but was really a reaction to his new detergent. Apparently, his skin favored non-bio detergents.

Jesus Christ, he was driving me crazy.

Luc, I’m sorry I accidently killed your best friend. My gun slipped.

I’d practiced saying something like that.

Or.

Luc, I’m sooo sorry I accidentally killed your best friend. I don’t know how, but my gun slipped and shot him. There wasn’t anything I could do to save him.

Any of those would have to work if it came to it.

God, now he was telling me about his grandmother’s parrot.Again.

Is he just doing this to annoy me?

I needed to go to the drugstore to pick up my birth control prescription. I normally had a long-acting injection, but that was about to wear out, and because of this rush to leave, my doctor couldn’t fit me in for an appointment.

Since I couldn’t stop having sex with Luc, and I doubted I would any time soon, the pill was the next best option. Except that I had to go pick that up and some personal stuff with Maurice on my ass.

I wanted to go to the mall to get some last-minute things, my pills, but also as one last trip to clear my mind and have time to myself.

Maurice being here ruined it.

“Hey, why don’t we stop for some ice cream?” he bubbled, acting like he was talking to a child.

I couldn’t blame him because this felt like he was my babysitter.

“No. I do not want any ice cream. I’m just going to pick up my pills and go home to finish packing.”

“Pills?Are you sick?” His eyes filled with concern.

“Birth control,” I snapped.

“Oh, for you and Luc. Do you two just have sex all the time? It’s difficult to sleep with you guys constantly at it.”

Oh, Jesus Lord, had he heard us?

“Where did you sleep last night?”

“Your guest room.” He smirked. “I’ll tell you, it’s like I was in the room with you.”

This was a nightmare. The guest room was right next to my room. He would have heard everything. I’d worried that night about Gigi, but her room was down the hall.

“You are such an ass. Why were you listening?”

“I wasn’t.” He shook his head. “I was in the room next to yours. I can’t control the sounds that enter the room. But you guys can. It was like walking onto the set of porn.”

I landed a fist in his chest, which connected with solid muscle.

“Hey. Hold on.” He took my arm and tugged me toward him. I was going to pull away, but the sudden worried look on his face stopped me. He pulled me right into his chest and brought his face close to my ear. “We’re being followed.”

“What?” My breath stilled. “What can you see?”

“Same guy who was following you weeks ago,” he muttered. “Come close, so I can get my phone.”

I pressed myself against him, and he acted like he was holding me while he got his phone.