The Black Widow Returns

Chapter 7 -Over With.

Leo

After we leave Angelo's office, I go straight home and then dismiss my driver for the afternoon since my plans have changed.

Fuck those two little s**t stirers for making me do this.

I have just come out of the shower when my phone chimes from my dresser. I wrap a towel around my waist and check the text.

‘Change of plans. Coming to yours, and we’re going together.’ He texts.

I raise an eyebrow, but whatever.

We can chill and kill some time before the torture begins tonight.

‘What, Lia needs the entire house now? How vain is she? Or is it because you two can’t keep apart?’ I text back, teasing.

Those two are ridiculous whenever they are in the same room.

Lucky bastard.

‘Hilarious. You got any beer, or do I need to pick some up?’ He texts back.

‘Nah, I got it. I’ll head to the store now. If you get here before I’m back, just come in. You know the code.’ I text back, tossing the phone on my bed.

I walk into my oversized walk-in closet to get dressed.

I am by no means a vain or self-obsessed - whatever you call it - guy, but I do like my nice s**t, and God knows I worked long and hard for it.

Someone could easily make a fortune just from my custom-made suits and shoes alone, never mind the jewelry.

If my mama knew exactly how much I’ve spent on certain s**t, she would probably have a heart attack and scold me at the same time.

I shake my head, quietly chuckling as I turn the corner where I keep my everyday, still expensive, clothes. I put on a black t-shirt, jeans, one of my favorite custom-made leather jackets, and sneakers before walking out to the dresser, where I keep my black hat and sunglasses, putting them on.

The s**t I have to do just to go somewhere with the hope I can stay under the radar.

I roll my eyes, sighing, picking my wallet and keys up as I check myself in the mirror before turning to get my phone from the bed.

I make sure to turn off my lights and other s**t before I make my way to the private elevator to take me down to the garage, where a portion of it only I or whoever I allow has access to.

I have to admit, despite my annoyance over the lack of privacy that comes with my line of work, the other side of it is pretty sweet, like my penthouse.

Again, mama would have something to say if she knew as well as the other properties I own.

I decide to hit the grocery store first since it’s further away than my tailor’s shop.

There aren’t many stores that sell stuff from Europe, specifically from Greece or parts of the Mediterranean, so I come here, which is a little out of my way but worth it for specific s**t, like beer or raki.

I’m standing outside of the fridge where the alcohol stock is when the jiggle of the door gets my attention, and I turn to look who came in.

I have to take my glasses off and squint as a woman with a cart walks in.

She’s ho…Whoa, hold it, is that…?

I c**k my head to the side and raise a curious brow.

Holy s**t, it is!

It’s a casually dressed Eva, and I can’t help the smirk that forms on my lips because I so could use a little pick-me-up, especially after that s**t she pulled the other day.

I grab the beer I wanted and make my way to the aisle she’s just walked down. I maintain some distance between us, as I pretend to browse the shelves, keeping her in my line of sight.

I press my lips together to keep myself from chuckling because I can hear her quietly singing to some K-pop song with her body subtly swaying to the beat.

My eyes can’t help but look down as she walks in front of me, pushing the cart, and f**k me, she has a nice bouncy peach…

I don’t know what surprises me the most - the fact that I’ve never noticed she has a hot body under them ugly outfits she always wears, or that she’s wearing yoga pants with flats because she’s short as s**t!

If I didn’t know her, I probably would be trying to get her into bed because, going off looks alone, she’s the type I usually go for, if not better.

However, I do know her, and I doubt she would be a good lay, but she is fun to rile up.

I casually walk closer to where she’s standing, and I hear her quietly singing along to that Shakira diss track.

What surprises me is that she’s singing along word for word in perfect Spanish with a Spanish accent, but I thought she was Greek?

I remember Amalia telling me she was Greek, but she never mentioned she spoke fluent Spanish, or maybe she did, and I forgot.

Either way, impressive and kinda sexy.

I stand next to her, removing my glasses, placing them in the collar of my shirt, as she’s looking at a shelf.

“Didn’t know you could sing or speak Spanish. Kinda hot, but then I remember it’s you, sooo...” I drawl, mocking, without looking at her, randomly picking up items.

I don’t have to look to know she’s noticed and heard me.

I hear and see through my peripheral her sighing in annoyance as she takes out the remaining headphone, rolling her eyes.

“Gee, thanks.” She lazily scoffs. “I think the same thing whenever a magazine or online poll calls you one of the hottest actors or whatever.” She retorts with a fake smile.

Look at that, the tiny kitten has a mouth as well as claws on her today.

“Obviously, people disagree.” I chuckle, turning to face her, adjusting the six-pack I’m holding.

“Obviously, people are blind.” She mutters under her breath. “What do you want, Leonida? Cause I’m kinda busy, and I have somewhere to be.” She says matter-of-factly, facing me.

I smirk as my eyes go up and down, glaringly obvious. “Ooh, I like it when you say my Christian name,” I tease. “So, how come you’ve never dressed like this around me? I so prefer this look on you...” I trail off, gesturing with my finger while she frowns in suspicion. “Less fugly looking.” I chuckle.

She narrows her eyes and presses her lips into a thin line, while I smirk and move my eyebrows up and down, amused by her annoyance.

“I only let the people close to me see me like this, and since you’ve never seen me, there’s your answer, kopane.” She sassily says with a huff, putting the item she wanted into her cart.

Oooh, the tiny claws are coming out.

I smirk as she turns and starts walking further down the aisle.

“Jerk? Really? That’s the best you got?” I tease, catching up to her, glancing into her cart. “Wow, you really are a woman of surprises. You cook too?” I ask, pointing to the cart.

She crossed her arms, emphasizing her decently sized chest, raising her brow as she gave me a ‘are you seriously asking me that?’ look.

My eyes widened briefly at the sight of her chest, combined with the memory of her swaying ass, making my c**k twitch.

Shit.

Shake it off, shake it off.

The sound of her loud, exasperated sigh breaks my train of thought.

“I have a Greek mother, of course, I know how to freaking cook. Good lord, you really are a dumbass.” She says, pinching the bridge of her nose while checking her watch. “Alright, you’ve made me late, so it wasn’t nice to see you, and do me a favor next time you see me, don’t talk to me.” She says, quickly putting both of her headphones in, pushing the cart with her stomach.

I simply stare after her like an i***t as she walks away.

Damn, that ass is so nice to look at. I wonder how it would feel if I were to, but I shake my head, mentally face-palming myself, and I just go to pay for my stuff after checking the time.

The entire ride back, I’m wondering where that mouth and body come from?

Granted, I haven’t seen her in a while.

The last time I saw her was probably a year ago, but she was as she always was - awkward, quiet, tongue-tied whenever I riled her up, and a little pudgy, which explained her dress sense, but none of that was evident this time or the other night.

Without paying close attention, I realized I was already back in the garage, parking up.

That was fast.

I shook my head, grabbed my stuff, and headed for the elevator.

The first thing I saw when I stepped out was Angelo lounging about in my living room with a half-drunk coffee on the table.

“f*****g finally. Been waiting for like 40 minutes!” He says, sitting up.

I ignore him, hanging my suit on the banister before walking towards the kitchen, where I toss the keys and hat on the counter, with Angelo following me.

“Whatever, got held up, and I didn’t think you would already be here. It’s only what, 5 pm?” I say, shrugging off my jacket while Angelo helps himself to the beer.

He gives me a pointed look. “Women, that’s all I’m saying.”

He starts talking, catching up on stuff, making me chuckle about some client as we make our way to the balcony since we have some time to kill, and I need a smoke.

I end up dying with laughter, listening to him recall how Eva swore and reprimanded him like a child.

"Wait, wait, let me get this straight. You got that scared of the little miss tight ass that you hid behind Lia?” I ask, laughing so hard, tears welling up. “You’re such a p***y!”

Angelo simply gives a stern glare. "Coglione (fucker).”

“Pussy.” I retort, still laughing.

He rolls his eyes. “It’s because the woman swore, okay? She never does that, and it f*****g scared me!" He loudly exclaimed, defending himself.

I wipe the corners of my eyes and take a drag of my smoke to calm myself down before I end up with a cramp.

"Fine, fine. So why did boring Eva swear?” I ask.

By the time he’s done, I have put out my smoke and finished my beer.

"How are she and Lia friends? I just don't get it. They’re like polar opposites. Lia is fun, even a little bat s**t crazy, but Eva is so dull, at least that's what I gathered from the times I've been around her."

"Well, they have been friends for years, longer than us actually. From what I understand, Eva and Lia are not that different, at least from what Lia says. Judging from what I saw today, the only difference is that Eva controls her crazy better. I guess because she's a mother and a teacher." He says, shrugging, taking a sip.

"I can't imagine Eva ever being like Lia." I scoff.

"Oh, you better believe it.” He chuckles, finishing his beer, and leans over the table, elbows on his knees.

“Look, and don't ever breathe a f*****g word of this to Lia because she will f*****g kill me, and Eva will help her bury my sorry ass.” He says, pointing his finger, making me cough and exhale from surprise.

“I somewhat remember Eva from our school days before she got pregnant, and she was f*****g hot. If she said yes back then, I definitely would have hit that." He shrugs, standing up.

"I'm going to get a beer, want one?" He asks over his shoulder as he walks to my outdoor fridge.

“Sure,” I say, thinking about what he said. “Wait, Eva and Lia were at UCLA with us? I don't remember them being there." I ask, furrowing my brow as he hands me a beer, while he sits back down.

We both twist open our beers at the same time, taking a swig each.

"Yeah, I mean, a few years behind us. Lia finished three years after us, and Eva graduated two years after us with honours. She's a hard worker. I'll give her that. According to Lia, she had to be as she had a baby to support by then.” He shrugs.

“I'm actually surprised you remember anything, considering you were high or f*****g someone most of the time." He mockingly says, smirking, as he lights a cigarette and settles into his chair.

I flipped him the finger. "Hilarious. I seem to remember my roommate being the same as me." I retort, taking a swig.

He simply shrugs his shoulders, exhaling, not denying it.

"Wait, back up, did you actually say that if given the chance, you would have banged your girlfriend's best friend? And she had a kid back then? She doesn't strike me as the type." I ask, thinking about what he just told me about Eva.

That doesn't sound like the woman I've met. Sounds more like Lia.

"Let's be clear, I respect the woman, and I'm glad nothing like that ever happened because of my relationship with Lia. But remembering how I was back then, yeah, definitely, and the same goes for her, too. Apparently, both she and Lia were like the female versions of us. Smaller body count, at least from Lia. Don’t know and don’t want to know about Eva." He chuckles, and my eyes went wide cause now I am definitely shocked.

"Wait a second, squeaky clean, prudish, and dull Eva was a party girl?" I ask in sheer disbelief because there’s no way.

The woman is a prude!

"Yup.” He says, popping the ‘p’. “Let's just say there is proof that Eva is not all those words you've described her as. However, she had to grow up fast. Lia is just now catching up to her." He laughed before cutting himself off. “Don’t tell her I said that. She would have my balls!”

"What do you mean? And she already has you by the balls." I laugh.

He scoffs, flipping me off. "Remember that party we threw senior year before graduation?"

"Yeah, that was a good party. I'll never forget the chick I f****d that night." I smirked, remembering that redhead, little fairy.

She really was out of this world. If I ever saw her again, I definitely would go for round 2 or 3.

"s**t, she must have been something for you to remember her after all this time and how many hook-ups since then? Anyway, I don't know the specifics, but Eva apparently got pregnant that night, and according to Lia, that's when Eva flipped the switch or the light went out, as she put it." He explained, looking at his watch.

When he stood up, I knew it was time.

"Huh. I guess that's to be expected.” I say, shrugging, as we walk inside.

“Still think she's dull."

He chuckles. "She's not that bad. She just doesn’t like you.” He says, amused.

Angelo does find it hilarious that Eva is the one and probably only woman who doesn’t like me.

We finished our beers quickly and then went our separate ways to get ready for tonight.

Let's get this f*****g torture over with.