Hayden looked down at me before he licked his wet lips. It was a very seductive sight and my heart tightened.
"I’m putting in some last-minute effort to make sure that the answer turns out in my favor," Hayden said with a sly grin.
I had to admit that he was a very persuasive person...
"I don’t mind being part of the mafia if I get to live with you..." I said as I looked him squarely in the eyes.
Hopefully he understands my condition.
"Is that what you’ve decided?" he asked as if to make sure.
"Yes, it is..." I replied decisively.
There was a brief moment of silence as it seemed like Hayden was waiting for my words to sink in.
"Welcome to the family," Hayden said with a bright smile.
I laughed along with him and his adorable joke. I couldn’t help but wonder if this makes me an official mafia gang member or something. Hayden hugged me closer to him tightly and I wrapped my arms around his back. He began kissing the side of my neck and then his hands were quickly on my breasts. I heard myself let out an impassioned moan at the sudden and pleasurable stimulation.
"Wait...Hayden...we just did it last night..." I protested but his hands only kneaded my breasts harder than before.
Hayden looked at me as a stern look crept into his facial features. Once again, I felt that nagging feeling at the back of my mind like I had heard that name before somewhere. My brows furrowed as I struggled to recall when I had heard that name.
"Have you heard that name before?" Hayden asked as if he could read my mind.
"I’m not sure but I think I have...and recently too..." I confessed, still deep in thought.
Hayden seemed to relax a little as he gave me time to run through my memories. If I wasn’t wrong...that day...
’What is it? Do you need help with something?’ I asked.
’Do you...happen to know someone called Jack Witman?’ the old man asked, his eyes narrowing at me.
Umm...I don’t think I’ve ever heard of someone with that name before.
’Sorry, sir. I haven’t heard of that name before. Sorry, I couldn’t be of help here,’ I replied truthfully as I smiled sadly at him.
’Hmm...I see,’ the old man replied softly.
’Are you looking for that man? Does he live in this town?’ I asked in case I could help.
’Yes. He’s...an old friend of mine. We had a couple of fights when we were younger and I haven’t seen him for many years but now that I’m getting old, you know...I kinda want to see him...’ he said a little sadly.
--To be continued...