Chapter Eight-Luc

Eight hours.

That’s how long I’ve been in my office. Just watching.

My monitors are turned on to my very own custom private security feed. The software system we have is phenomenal.

Something Angel and I cooked up. It allows each of the three admins, me, Nico, and Angel, to create our own feeds. As in, I can pick whatever fucking cameras I want to monitor.

This one I call Baby Girl. After my little nickname for Maria.

I can watch every angle of the bar, catch every moment of her working her shift.

Usually, she’s bouncy and happy. Tonight, she seems thoughtful.

Like something is weighing heavily on her mind.

I get it. I do.

I was pretty ominous when I said tonight.

But the truth is, I can’t wait anymore. I need to have her.

All week fucking long I played this game of cat and mouse, which was why I nearly laughed when she called me a tomcat.

I’m no tomcat. I’m a motherfucking viper. And I think it’s time I show her.