Eventually, long enough time passed that I forgot all about it.
CHAPTER NINE
Nico
Zeno had managed to track the car down to another traffic camera a few blocks down.
Unfortunately, it had heavy tint and plates that traced back to nothing—likely snatched off of some abandoned car somewhere.
He’d been working through thousands of hours of camera footage from traffic cameras and security cameras coming from dozens of establishments, following the possible paths the car might have taken.
I was going to owe him a shit ton of money when this was all done for all the hours he was putting in on this.
In uncharitable moments, I wondered if it was going to be worth the money. If Matt wasn’t the man I hoped he was, if our friendship was nothing but opportunism and lies.
That said, there was some part of the whole situation that wasn’t sitting right with me. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to sleep at night without knowing who’d done it and why.
As far as Lorenzo and Zeno could tell, there was no one actively threatening the Family.
But I didn’t trust that there wouldn’t be some kind of blowback on us. I didn’t want anyone to die because I didn’t investigate this to the bitter end.
As the days stretched on with no progress, though, I was starting to lose hope.
As for being neighbors with Blair, well, we saw each other here and there. We were both relatively early risers, so she would often be coming in when I was heading out. But we only exchanged a few quick words.
No more intimate dinners.
No private runs through Central Park where I have to save her from danger.
And definitely no getting to watch her eye-fuck me in my doorway.
I’d been trying to convince myself since then that it wasn’t technically anything personal. That it was normal for a woman to have a reaction to a half-naked and half-hard man that she found reasonably attractive. Add in the fact that she was still grieving. And, of course, that her marriage had clearly been on the rocks for a long time, so she’d likely been in a dry spell.
Biology was not personal.
Try telling that to my cock, though.
Anytime I thought about that scene, I was rock-hard in seconds. I’d tried not to give in to the temptation, telling myself that if I let myself, it was only going to make the situation worse. But after the third night lying awake, my cock straining, balls aching, there was just no choice.
Did I try to think of someone—anyone—else?
Sure.
But within seconds, it was Blair’s hands on me, her mouth on me, her pussy clenching around my length as she cried out against my ear.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, whipping off the covers and reaching down, rubbing my hand up my cock through my pants.
A low groan escaped me, and I was almost embarrassed by how hard I could get for a woman I’d never touched.
I was just about to slide my hand under my waistband when I heard it.
A loud crash from above.
Given the soundproofing in these apartments, the sound was shocking enough to have me shooting up in bed, heart hammering.
I listened for a second. But heard nothing more.
I should have let it go.
