Page 17 of Twisted Throne
“Where are you going? We just passed my building!” she squeaked.
“I know, I’ve been there,” I replied, circling around the block. “But I’d prefer to know in advance if Emilio is waiting on you. Wouldn’t you?”
She scowled but kept quiet.I win.
Since I hadn’t seen anything more dangerous than the usual hookers and dealers that frequented the neighborhood, I circled back around and pulled smoothly up to the curb and put the car in park.
“You’re, uh, going into my apartment with me?” she asked when I got out of the car and followed her to the door to her building.
“Yes,” I answered.
She studied me for a moment, then turned and started marching inside. I couldn’t help but notice the way her hips swayed as she navigated up the steps to the lobby door. The silk of her dress was molded tightly to the curve of her ass, and my fingers tingled, itching to follow every thread of that sleek fabric.
When we stepped into the lobby, an overweight man in a filthy T-shirt materialized out of nowhere.
“You’re looking mighty good th—”
Gia stopped in her tracks, her spine going rigid with distaste and fear. I grabbed him by the front of the shirt and slammed him against the wall before he could finish his sentence.
“Who the fuck are you?” I demanded. I could smell the sweat and cheap beer rolling off him.
“What the hell, man! I didn’t do nothing!” he said frantically, his words running together. “I just wanted to ask her about the rent!”
I jerked him forward and pushed him back against the wall with a thump.
“She’s not living here any longer, and if you ever speak another word to her or even look at her, I’ll make sure you regret it. Understand?”
He nodded his head frantically, eyes darting back and forth. I’d known plenty of sleazebag landlords just like this piece of shit. They were all cowards at heart.
“Go,” I told him and he scuttled away to whatever hole he came out of without another word.
Gia stared at me with wide eyes.
“All right?” I asked her.
“Y-yes, and I appreciate what you did. But…” she stuttered.
“But what?” I asked as I began to walk down the hall toward her door. “You had a problem, and now you don’t. What’s the issue?” I stopped at her apartment door and waited for her to dig her keys out of her bag.
“I’m just staying at Angelo’s until things are under control. I’m not moving in permanently,” she said, staring up at me with a slight frown. “I need a place to live!”
“I don’t particularly give a shit where you live, but it won’t be here,” I answered. “Open the door.”
She started to speak, then bit her bottom lip and turned toward the door, fumbling to get her keys in the lock. I’d rattled her.
I snatched the keys out of her hands and unlocked the multiple locks myself.
I pushed open the door and gestured for her to go inside. I’d positioned myself in a way so that she’d have to squeeze past me. She hesitated, then stepped through the doorway, her body pressed against me. Pausing, she stared up at me, lips ever so slightly parted. I practically felt the heat radiating off of her in waves. My cock began to stir and her eyes widened
“Are you coming in?” I asked, then placed my hand on her waist and moved her fully into the apartment. I shut the door, locking it behind us.
She jumped slightly when the deadbolt clicked into place. She still hadn’t moved an inch from where I’d placed her.
“Get your things,” I admonished her. She dropped her eyes, then headed toward her bedroom without a word.
I stood in the living room and looked around the small space, making note of the peeling paint, sagging loveseat, and the bars on the windows. No, she would never live here again if I had anything to do with it.
The bedroom door opened, and Gia poked her head out of the door.