Dirty Hands by Veronica Starling

Author:Veronica Starling [Starling, Veronica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-09-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Giuseppe was angry. He was always angry lately it seemed. It didn’t help that every time he had a slim chance to be with Emily, that big mother fucker would show his smug goddamn face. He wished he could smash it in. Having been at the other end of those fists, however, he knew better than to confront that man.

Giuseppe had followed Emily, not knowing where she was going. He sat parked across the street from the big white house, waiting in case the right opportunity showed itself. Or he would follow her home. Either one. He was trying to be patient.

The lights went out downstairs and one turned on upstairs. He could see them in the window. He could vaguely hear Emily’s giggling hysterics as the big guy flipped her off his shoulder and onto the bed, jumping on top of her. It made him sick to watch them. He was glad they were out of view after that. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what they were doing.

After some time, he took the opportunity to get out of the car and stretch his legs. And since he was out of the car, he took the opportunity to also peek in the windows of the house. Relatively big. Devoid of furniture to a large extent. The guy was probably broke from buying the house. That thought made him smile.

When he came back around to the front, he noticed the light was off upstairs. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he caught movement through the window. Emily! Wearing nothing but a t-shirt. Heavens above, she looked rumpled. His mouth watered.

She sat and ate a piece of pizza. Giuseppe dared to try the front door. Of course it was locked. It probably wouldn’t have been a good idea anyway, going into the guy’s house.

He watched through the windows as Emily walked through the house, room by room. She had lovely legs. And lovely little feet.

Eventually, she made her way back up the stairs. One by one, Giuseppe saw the lights turn on then off. After several minutes, bereft that she was gone, that he could no longer watch her, Giuseppe went back to Octavia’s car. He was so angry he couldn’t breathe. For Emily was as lovely as lovely could be and he wanted her so badly it ached in him. He ached for Emily.

He panted and hit the steering wheel, wanting to rip something apart in his anger, when lo and behold, Emily walked outside carrying a large painting! Still in her t-shirt, she struggled and put the thing in the trunk of her car. Giuseppe put his hand on the handle, ready to go, ready to nab her.

He opened the door quietly. Every noise seemed loud in the silence of the night air. Giuseppe put his foot on the road, his movement toward her slow but sure.

Then, as if some unseen force had a hand in it all, Giuseppe looked up to see the big guy at the window.

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