Paolo
The little hacker's been at it all morning, fingers flying over the keys, glasses pushed up on her nose.
She's damn cute. I still regret threatening her. I liked things better before she went pale and pissed. Before I brought her brother into things.
But it had to be done. I can’t let her get away with stealing from us just because she makes me smile and gives good head.
Still, I find myself already wanting to make it up to her. Once she pays me back, that is.
Figuring out if there’s any favor I might do for her. Because she certainly didn’t have to offer up that sweet little body of hers the second she saw me sitting in her apartment.
Fuck, does she do that often?
The thought sends unease crawling over my skin. Not jealousy, although I do strangely feel that. But I’m suddenly
