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Chapter 24 (Ricardo)
I pull the hood to my sweatshirt up and stand with my back against the alley wall.
I watch her cross the street and count the seconds so I can make my next move.
There's always a chance of ru
A moment later, she's finally opening the big wooden doors and walking inside. That tight feeling in my chest caused by her begins to dissipate.
I lift my wrist and glance at my watch. 2:05am.
Her pattern hasn't changed for the last 3 months. Every night, she makes a run for the church that's located a block away from the apartment building.
At first, I thought DeLuca had her doing some kind of drop off for him there.
I mean, obviously, it wasn't my problem if she was...but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious.
After scouting the area and conducting my own little sting operation—which involved doing some things in a church I'm not particularly proud of—I let it go.
Her new habit is slightly strange, but it's not putting anyone I care about in harm’s way.
In other words...it's none of my business. Not anymore.
I push off the wall and begin my walk down the street, thoughts of Lou-Lou plaguing me the entire time.
We haven't said a word to one another in months. Thank fucking God for that.
Because the things I want to say to her? Aren't very nice.
I curse under my breath when that tight feeling in my chest rears its ugly head again.
She's basically helping DeLuca kill me—my brain reminds me. She's a deceitful bitch.
That may be true—my heart taunts. But she's a deceitful bitch you still love.
"She's his wife," I say out loud, effectively ending the battle between my head and heart.
It doesn't matter what I felt or still feel for her.
It doesn't matter what I thought we had...because it never existed.
It doesn't matter that she was mine for a moment ...because she'll be his forever.
With that, I stretch my black gloves over my hands and continue walking.