Alessio
I don't watch her as she sleeps. I'm not that kind of criminal.
Instead I make some calls for my plan. Making sure I'm not too close to her massive dog. I worry that I said too much earlier too. She couldn't possibly know who I was, maybe it wasn't the best idea to choose one of my own hotels but it was a better environment for me to control. I almost lost sight of my plan earlier when I saw her lying there in those tiny blue shorts. I wanted to take her so badly I had to lie down. If I hadn't been so confident I would have felt hurt when she tried to leave the bed like three times.
I have to start being more aware of what I say to her. She knows that I'm Italian now. It is just good that she has no idea that I am in the mafia. Otherwise I would be royally screwed. She knows about my siblings too. How is it possible that I've told her more about myself in a day than I've told people during a decade?
I called my people in New York earlier when I was pretending to take a very long shower. I have everything set up for when we get there tomorrow. I'm pretty proud of the show I put on earlier walking out only wearing a towel. It was low, but I never said I fought fair.
I fiddle with my phone as I plan how I'm going to mess with her tonight. I'll wake her later when it's time for dinner. I know there will be no extra bed sent up but it would've been even easier for me if there was no couch either. I guess you can't everything.
I pulled my shirt on a while ago and I wish for the weight of my gun. I hid it earlier so Naitee wouldn't accidentally find it on me. After ten minutes I realize that sitting here won't do anything except bore me. I rise making sure I have my room key on me as I leave the hotel room. I make sure to lock it behind me as well. I don't need anyone else ruining my plans with Naitee. I make my way down to the gym, ready to burn off some steam.
I was sure that putting gyms in the basements of the hotels was a good idea. Now I can tell Ice that I was right. I grabbed shorts and a shirt from the hotel "gift shop" as Naitee called it. I don't know who designed it but suddenly I'm thankful for the boring white t-shirt and shorts.
The cold metal of the machines keeps me occupied for one and a half hours before I decide to stop. I don't want to be too sweaty when I return to the room. I wipe my face with one of the small towels in the locker room before I leave. I throw a quick glance at the clock that's hanging on the wall over the lockers. 05.43 pm.
It is about the right time anyway. I changed back into the blue pants and the second shirt I bought. I haven't worn jeans since I was 15. I try to decide what to do tonight as I make my way back to the elevator. I want her to find out who I am after I fuck her, several times. Just so she has enough time to realize what she's done before I get rid of her. My original plan was to kill her when I was done but now I'm not so sure. Maybe the impact of what she's done will be bigger if she has to live with it. I want to ruin her for anyone else that might come after me, physically, mentally I want her to think of me every time someone touches her. I want her to think of me and what she chose to do every time she walks into her job or office. Whatever she does I'll be there every time. Suddenly my plan of action is very, very clear. I'll need to contact Ice again about the events that are coming up. About the meeting with the Mexicans and the transports. I now have more important things to do when I get to New York. The elevator doors slide open before me and I step into the hallway. I cannot resist the grin that tugs on my lips.
She really does not know what's coming for her.