Captivated - Jordan Silver Page 0,1

door with a thank you thrown over her shoulder before I stopped her. “The guy that lives there is he your brother?” Please be her fucking cousin or some shit. I already hate that hump; don’t let me become that guy, the kind that would whack a fuck for his chick.

“No, my brother in law.” I released the breath I’d drawn in while awaiting her answer. “Okay!” I hadn’t said anything more to her, just watched as she got out of the car and climbed the steps to the house. Her brother in law, what are the fucking odds.

“Where to now, boss?”

“Where the fuck you think in this bullshit?” He just shook his head and drove the few blocks to my high-rise apartment on the Upper West Side. I’m not sure what the fuck his problem is, he asked a stupid question and got an abrasive answer. Now his dumb ass is sulking.

“You seen her around before?”

“Nah, boss, first time.”

“Did we know he had a sister in law?”

“I heard something through the grapevine a while ago but never paid it much mind. I think his wife’s parents died in a wreck or some shit like that if memory serves.”

Hmm, I have to think about this. I don’t fuck with my enemies if I can avoid it because somebody always ends up in the intensive care unit when that shit happens, never me! And I hate this fuck worse than poison, and he hates me just as much, not that I give a fuck.

Our beef goes way back, years in fact. To when he broke my sister’s heart, and she took off, only to be found in a ditch a week later. They claim she’d died from exposure, and his alibi was tighter than a virgin’s snatch, but I still held him responsible, still do in fact.

I hadn’t seen him in years, once he went back to the college he was going to at the time, and I went back to mine, not until he moved back into the city a few years ago. I ran into him quite by accident, and it took three guys to take me off of him. The asshole cops were called, not that they could do shit.

Ever since then, I’ve made a point of staying as far away from this fuck as possible. I knew for a fact that when he’s found in the Hudson, all fingers will be pointed at me and rightfully so, but now was not the time. Fuck, figures. The one-woman I’ve wanted to sniff in months, and she’s related to that fuck.

Damien

After that night in the rain, I found myself driving by her place at least once a day like a fucking hump. Sometimes I’d sit in the car at the end of the block like a stalker fuck longing for a glimpse of her. It was more because I was trying to convince myself that she couldn’t possibly be as beautiful as I remembered.

Those first two days, I didn’t see shit. It’s like she’d up and left with the fucking wind. Then day three is when it happened. Dray the fuck, or none of the other guys in my crew could find shit out about her. Maybe because we didn’t know shit about her, and I wasn’t about to ask for fear of word getting back to him, the asshole brother in law.

“Hey boss, isn’t that her?” He’d said that same shit at least three times each day we’d been here the fuck, and each time he’d been wrong. This time I knew before I saw all of her that it was indeed her, though. How did I know? My dick went on high fucking alert and nosed his ass up to the gate, ready to break free and damage some shit.

I got out of the car, not giving any thought to the asshole catching sight of me. His ass should be downtown robbing people in that high paying broker’s job of his anyway the fuck. “Michele!” I called out to her from a few feet away, and she turned. I didn’t approach any further because I wasn’t sure she remembered me until her eyes widened and she blushed.

It’s a good thing she looked down at her feet because I needed those few seconds to catch myself. The fuck is this? My heart felt like something was pressing down hard on it, and I found it hard to breathe. I found myself rubbing my hand against my chest for