Chapter 159 Just A Thief

"This looks amazing", Amy beamed at the plate of pasta Zach had served her.

The man had prayer hands pressed to his lips as he watched in anticipation. Everything related to Amy always made him nervous even if it's as simple as watching her try a dish he made. She took a fork and twirled it in the dish before eating it.

Zach watched her chew before her eyes lit up.

"Oh!" She shielded her mouth with a hand. "This is good!"

"Really?"

She nodded a little vigorously as she continued to chew. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the counter and brought his face inches away from hers.

"Let me have a taste", he said deliberately lowering his voice.

She used to complain that everything he said on text was a seductive move but now that she was experiencing it in person.... The corners of his lips lifted when he saw her eyes widen and cheeks coloring red before she swallowed a hard lump. He wiggled his brows once signaling her to get a move on.

"Ah!" She quietly said when she snapped out of her reverie. She picked up the fork and twirled a bit before bringing it to his lips.

She watched the way his lips slowly let go of the fork. The way they fell into a pout oddly reminded her of the way he let go of her nipple barely an hour into arriving into this house. She blinked a few times as she averted her gaze.

Zach smiled as he chewed when he saw her heated up face. What was going on in that active little mind?

"What are you thinking about?" He asked after swallowing.

"Nothing", she could barely look at him in her embarrassed state.

She had read about how most women have a high sex drive during pregnancy but she didn't think it would be this bad. How was eating spaghetti related to such an erotic scene?

Zach was not having it. He hooked a finger under her chin and made her face him. He studied her face, taking in her mesmerising blues that looked at him in curiosity, her perk nose, and pink plump lips. She sucked in the bottom one feeling nervous under his watch.

He pressed a thumb on her chin in a slow pulling motion to release her bottom lip. The sight was torturous for him. Without a second thought, he captured her lips with his. Amy relaxed into the kiss as his tongue invaded her mouth. His one hand moved to grab the back of her head as their tongues danced in hot passion.

He slowly broke the kiss to let them catch their breaths. He caressed her now swollen lips with his thumb.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of this", he whispered.

"Me neither", she whispered back.

They both fell into happy smiles. They took their time catching their breaths and basking in the aftermath of their make out session before they had dinner. He did the dishes, not letting her lift a finger. By the time he was done, she was ready for bed. He was sure to turn off the lights after making sure the doors were locked before the two turned in for the night.

A few hours later

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Zach's eyes flew open at the sound of the rythmic knocking. He lifted his head and took in Amy's serene sleeping face facing him. She used his arm as a pillow as she nuzzled into his bare chest. Slowly, but surely, he slid his arm out of under her head to replace it with a pillow. The moment she felt the coldness of the pillow, her eyes fluttered open. Zach cursed under his breath.

"What's going on?" She asked in a whisper in her sleepy state.

He looked at her with a serious expressions. Well, there was no need to hide it from her.

"We have company", he whispered back.

All the sleep in her eyes disappeared. Unlike the times she was alone, she was calm maybe because he was with her. Zach was pleased when he saw this. The last thing he wanted was for her to worry. But still, he needed to see who this daring intruder was.

"I need you to stay here", he said.

She nodded. She understood why he said so. He pecked her lips before grabbing clothes to throw on top of his boxers. He didn't turn on the lights as he found his way out of the room.

He walked to the living room and found two men one lean body and one with a huge build who was holding a third man by the collar in the dark room. Zach was unafraid of the scene as he knew who was standing before him. He stopped a few feet away from them.

The third man was hurled to the floor with a loud thud. A pain filled groan echoed in the quiet night. He could barely stand up. Zach picked up on the smell of blood.

His face was long morphed into a cold expression. He stared at the man on the floor with no care to the sound of his whimpering in pain.

"I caught a rat sneaking around the house", Raphy spat.

Zach hummed as he clasped his hands behind his back. Even though they could hardly make out his expression, they knew that he was pissed. The temperature in the room seemed to drop drastically.

Gomez grabbed the man on the floor by his hair to make him face Zach. He was the one who had hurled him down. Zach's brows pulled together when he saw the battered up and bloody face.

"Name", he uttered.

"I got the wrong house", he managed to say as he breathed erratically. "I'm just a thief. I won't do it again!"

Zach sighed in clear boredom.

"Boss doesn't like to repeat himself", Gomez snarled.

"Please", the man begged.

Thud!

The man fell to the floor and let out a painful cough of blood after Raphy's fist made contact with his jaw. He casually took out a handkerchief and wiped his bloody knuckles.

"Eric Simmons", he wheezed a cough.

Zach studied his swollen face. It was barely recognizable. With his blank expression, no one knew what he was thinking. Eric visibly shook. He felt like the devil was silently passing down judgement on him! What a rotten luck! This is not what he thought he'd encounter after breaking into this house.

"Did you say you're a thief?" Zach asked in a deliberate unhurried tone.

"Yes, that's right! I was only going to steal something! I wasn't going to hurt anyone! Please believe me!" He groaned in pain.

Raphy had roughed him up badly. Who knew a lean looking Raphy could do this much damage in less than five minutes of running into him? And now, seeing Zach glancing down at him like he was some pest, it seemed he got the wrong house.

"A thief", Zach repeated to himself. "A thief it is."

He shot a knowing glance at his men to which they nodded before he retreated to the bedroom. Eric groaned when he was forced to his feet. He didn't understand a word Zach had just said now. He looked at Gomez and Raphy with his barely open eyes.

"What's going on? What are you going to do to me?" Eric cried out.

The two men didn't bother answering as they dragged him away. Eric felt a warm liquid trickle down his leg. He had never felt so scared in his life than in that moment to the point of peeing himself.

What had he landed himself into? Should he have just given up his real identity and strike out a deal? That man.... What did he mean earlier? He should try to negotiate before they end him. It can't end for him like this.

"Please-"

Pak!

A punch from Raphy shut him up, knocking him unconscious. Gomez shook his head as he took in the serious expression of the young man.

"That temper of yours", he clicked his tongue at Raphy.

"He was being noisy", he pretended to pick his ear as his expression contorted into annoyance. "We can't let him wake up the madam."

"What an unlucky fella", Gomez looked at Eric. "He's in for a ride...."