"Episode 15 - Sexting and nudes."          

"We need to case out the building when we get there. Over." The radio crackled from the lack of pressure of my thumb.

"Yes boss." The voice fizzled through the radio.

"I thought you weren't going to come." Capone was in the back seat, protected by all the tinted windows. A horn beeped past us, a yellow taxi tried running over a pedestrian but halted to a screech, millimetres away from her knee. She banged on the hood and swore with a thick Brooklyn accent even though we weren't anywhere close to that area.

Without traffic, the journey to Capone Industries would have been forty minutes tops but with the traffic it was nearly two and a half hours. I was getting restless, my leg was bouncing on the balls of my feet.

"Well, in light of what happened yesterday, I guess I have to, now." I initially didn't want to, especially when I woke up to a plush body in my arms.

At first I was confused and stunned then I realised it was her. Her side of the bed was nearly empty and I couldn't help but chuckle. She was still asleep when I left her in the morning. I had left her a note with my number but I didn't get any messages or calls, I started to get worried.

Instead I decided to text her myself. I knew I shouldn't have with Capone grumbling behind me in the limo but I didn't care.

Me: Is your ass still in my bed?

I waited a beat for her to reply but when she didn't, I started to get concerned. The loud noises didn't drown out the voice inside my head. I could feel Capones eyes burning holes at the back of my head. I cracked my neck, the popping sound ricocheted through the high-tech interior. The brown leather matched with the black console in the car.

The sky was bright blue, yellow sun stamped the tips of tall glass buildings. Men and women in black suits, power walking to work. Manhattan itself was a world of its own. So many ethnicities, so many colours and people of different status trying to make it.

We slowly pulled onto the curb, the car bumped and jerked before pulling up to a complete halt. Town cars lined the curb with yellow cabs making pit stops before scurrying away.

"Diamond formation guys. The threat might still be real." We got out and Yashiko opened the door for him. I welcomed the sweet heat and the smell of exhaust. Just like before, people turned to watch us walk by with power strides. The elevators were reflective, golden with mirrors all around. I checked my phone again but the screen lacked the green bubbles. Disappointed, I shoved the damn thing in my pocket.

Capone shook with laughter behind me.

"Did you piss off your chick, Gabe?" He slapped my back twice, while everyone remained silent.

Did I? Maybe I had but I didn't dare to reply. The door dinged opened, people waiting for the elevator parted in fear of Capone. The view of central park hit a nerve. I could see buildings opposite the central park and it looked gorgeous.

I imagined what the morning sun would look like on Elena's smooth golden skin. White sheets and beige curtains, my finger tip tracing patterns on her back or thigh with the blocks of yellow light, highlighting her skin.

Then, maybe I would fuck her against the glass wall for everyone to see but the tinted glass of the height of the building would obscure that. The thought was tempting but a dream still so far away. 

His office was a high tech modern fortress. Black comfortable couches on one side, a large glass table on the other with picture frames behind him of Politicians, Kings and Queens and world Leaders he's met.

He probably paid for half of their elections just to keep his illegal business afloat. I spread my arms out on the back of the sofa, feet propped up on the coffee table. People came and went. My men checked them before they entered and my job was to intimidate and shoot if they pulled anything suspicious out.

Me: Are you ignoring me now?

I didn't know why I was messaging her when I should have been doing my job. I couldn't sit around, listening to their fake courteous laughter and stalk market psychobabble. I rolled my eyes and when the clock ticked 10, my phone finally vibrated.

Elena: My ass is still in your bed. Just woke up. Where are you?

That little green bubble had me sagging down, an overwhelming feeling of relief washed over me.

Me: Your dad's office, for threat assessment.

I typed immediately, the giddy feeling inside made up for my younger days. The Navy life was different however, full of one night stands, no phone calls or exchanging texts messages. Neither did I leave beautiful women in my bed, especially without a night of sex.

Elena: Throw him through the window. I ducked my head to hide the smile.

Me: Can't do that baby.

She sent me a couple of annoyed emoji. Elena: I want to go Manhattan, need to do some shopping. USELESS SHOPPING.

I could do that. I could schedule something where Capone could stay home and I could arrange something for her. Tell him that I needed to go for threat assessment, just like today. Numerous ideas started to pop up in my head and I was already planning a whole damn recon mission.

Me: I can hook you up with something soon. Looking up, I found Capone and his current Harvard buddy reminiscing on the old frat-boy days. Me: What college did you go to?

Elena: I didn't go to college.

It didn't make sense because Capone didn't have any problems or threats in College, why wouldn't Elena be able to go? Instead of asking, I decided to considered looking into her past. She had no evidence of her existence before nine years old. Sure, there were a couple of written evidence but no images. Not to mention she didn't go to college and had never lived alone, away from the Capone family.

Suddenly I remembered, that she tried to kill Capone when she was young. How young? I didn't know.

Me: Neither did I. I learned to kill people.

Elena: Good, now you can teach me that.

I smirked, my baby was just as sadistic as me. I wondered what she was capable of or was she just all talk. Joel worked for Capone for a while and it made me wonder if he had a thicker manila file than the one that Capone gave me of hers.

Me: I'll teach you whatever you want. I didn't know how to flirt. It wasn't something I did or need to while picking up girls. It was pretty straight forward but texting with someone or the constant need to communicate with someone was foreign.

Me: Okay look, I don't know what the hell I'm saying. I just really want to talk to you or I might just throw someone through the glass window.

I loosened the collar that was cutting at my air ways. Feeling claustrophobic, I pulled off my thin tie, the cool air from the air conditioner didn't lessen perspiration on my forehead.

Elena: Neither do I but I think this is the part where I send you nudes?

She sent me a couple of wink faces in a separate bubble. I tried not to laugh but she coaxed out a crooked smile out of me even if she was miles away. Capone said goodbye and walked the other man out. I sat back, placing my tie next to me.

"You look like you're having fun."

"I am but none of these pretentious bastards seems like they want you dead." I told him, putting my hands behind my head.

"How can you tell?" He asked, chuckling in a condescending way.

"They will act like they have something over you but you don't know. Act overly smug while these ones are kissing ass." His door opened, the foggy glass walls that divided his office with others and kept everyone hidden away. Another man walked in with a strong back and a smug smile.

"Mr. Capone." His voice echoed through the room. "It's good to see you again. My deepest condolences about your big brother." They travelled to their side of the room while I strained to hear. He didn't sound one bit sad about though. Picking up my phone, I returned to my own business but kept an eye on them.

Me: Nudes are always welcomed.

I laid back down and listened to the conversation in front of me. My phone dinged and an image of her in my bed popped up. She was still laying down with her legs tangled in my bed sheets, creamy legs that made my mouth water. She didn't have anything on, her side boob dipped down to her waist, hips propped up on her side, sheets between her legs, the silky cloth covering the tips of her breasts.

I saved it as my home screen before replying to her with heart eyes and tongues.

Me: Baby don't tempt me. 

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I'm sorry for the late update, I was out with my family and then I went to watch Justice League with my cousins. Hope you like this. Take care and enjoy. x

Chapter edited by CamileWilson