here, because his gaze had been eating into her soul from the moment she first met him in class. The girl hesitated, weighing all the pros and cons, seeing the complete calm of the Jew sprawled on a chair. His even, measured breathing also relaxed her, and she opened the edges of her shirt to look at him. Tom watched her in silence, his eyes fixed on her, feeling a new surge of arousal that pushed at his hands, but he tried to keep them, like his penis, in check, expectantly Sizzling the young and tender roundness of her breasts. Lily wanted more, swallowing the bittersweet taste of the first conscious, or maybe not, desire that flowed through her body, gathering in the pit of her stomach.
«Do you want me to show you something?» she asked in a low, almost soundless whisper, to which Shulman nodded approvingly, watching as she pushed her shirt aside, half exposing her left breast, giving him a glimpse of the scar. It was small, but deep, and looked more like a cigarette butt that had been smothered on the skin.
«No one else saw it.»
Tom wondered how it had come to be there, and who had dared to leave it, but instead the man ran his fingertips over it, feeling the roughness of the small depression.
Lily adjusted the edges of her clothing, and the man frowned thoughtfully, his face contorted slightly.
«Show me more!» he said, and without thinking, Lily pulled back the cloth, revealing the same scarred chest. Thomas jerked down, his lips wet and hard, quickly kissing the old wound.
Lily began to breathe faster, drawing in the air that was now so lacking in her adrenaline-filled lungs. She ran her fingers through her unruly brown hair, which a moment ago had been neatly arranged on its side and smelled of tar soap. Shulman raised his head, returning to the girl's insatiable lips, echoing in the empty office with a ringing smack, like the clicking of dry fingers against each other. She touched his silky, full beard, studying its color, which was several shades different from his hair.
He buttoned his shirt carefully, returning his hands to his slender waist, wanting to cool his ardor, which would not have done any good just yet.
Thomas and Lily went down to the car, holding hands, and Tom didn't care if anyone in College saw. They didn't care, because Tom was walking hand in hand with a beautiful student, walking her to his car. Three months of such jokes would make him impotent before his time. Shulman is basically doomed to this, because the gas he inhaled and burned a good half of his body during the war. Lily stared out the window, fidgeting on her wet panties, which had soaked his pants in the area of the fly, leaving a small blur.
«How do I remove it now?» He muttered to himself as he tried to clean his pants, because he was going to meet with Ahmet Ozan, the head of the Turkish group.
«Tommy, please, I don't want to go home yet!» she pleaded, not wanting to be bored in her room.
Lily no longer needed to learn Latin, so Thomas kissed the top of her head with a grunt of approval. They entered the lobby of the bar, where Tom wanted to get back to his men's business. The girl got out of the car, hiding behind him.
«So I need to do some work, okay? In the meantime, take a walk around the bar, look in the pool room, and eat something nice in the dining room, Okay? Just don't touch anything, it's dangerous!»
«Don't worry» he warned her, adjusting her cardigan, placing the curious item under Isaac's responsibility.
«Well, keep an eye on her. She's a real badass!»
Half an hour of peace and quiet while Shulman sorted through his documents, checking and rechecking each delivery agreement. Ahmet Ozan-his former friend and just a pretentious freak, appeared very conveniently. Tom got up from his seat and started toward him, because the bastard had to be escorted. He knew that Ozan was constantly closing stores and establishments that sold his signature drug. The bastard did his job quietly, unnoticed, and unnoticed. Then why is Thomas making drugs so that some little shit like this can't stop him from selling them? Tom was literally nervous about the lack of sex, as well as the revolver that was in the desk. His ten percent, a paltry ten percent of drug revenue, Ahmet wants to cut even more? The Turk was already waiting for Thomas in his light hat and three-piece suit with a virgin moustache that even Lily wouldn't have appreciated! All his Turkish essence and nature reminded Thomas of a faggot from the Renaissance! Even Lily, even she, would not have climbed on this effeminate scoundrel, who well, a priori can not be a man. Tomas came up to him, looking haughtily and inquiringly into his tanned face, intending to say a few kind words, but they were all deafened by the girl's screeching.
«Everyone stay HERE!» Shulman muttered, recognizing the voice and rushing toward it.
Lily stood with burned, aching hands. Tom flew over to her, put his hands under the cold water tap, and fortunately washed the whole girl's face.
«WHAT DID I TELL YOU, WHAT DID I ASK YOU TO DO?» Thomas screamed so loudly that the entire staff jumped and then fell silent, forcibly holding her red hands under the water.
«WHAT DID YOU DO?» Tom turned to Isaac, who was more scared than Shulman and Lily combined, knowing that the boss would rip his head off first. «WHO even LET HER NEAR the stove?!» Tom turned to everyone, noticing that Ahmet was standing silently behind him.
«I went to take a piss.» Isaac excused himself
«What? What did you say? Went to take a leak! Ah, then I am sorry, my friend! It's a fucking reason!»
Lily was crying softly, red and swollen, pulling her hands out of the bucket of icy water.
«Sorry, you are our disabled person!» Lily held out her hand with the words hurt, on which a small vial immediately appeared, « be patient!» Thomas shouted at her, turning his attention back to Isaac and ignoring Achmet completely. « A big dick is really a Vice and a good reason, isn't it?»
«How long will I have to watch your family quarrels?» Ozan put in, opening her mouth in Thomas's pub, in his London neighbourhood, among the subordinates.
«Are you blind, freak? Can't you see that the girl burned her hands? If I don't help her, she'll be out of control in an hour!» Ahmet chuckled nervously, trying to be patient, and rolled his eyes.
«You will find new slaves,»he said, trying not to get into trouble.»
«I will find a new half-witted Turk who is blocking my air!»
The men grappled, but no one wanted to hit each other, because a month ago they worked together, as they say, without spilling water. Their friendship ended abruptly after his set-up stunt, when sixteen of Thomas's assistants were killed, half of whom didn't even have time to marry, let alone have children. Reluctantly, Tom calmed his anger by taking the girl's hand and leading her and her guest to his office, where a revolver was waiting for him. They went in, and Tom took a first-aid kit with bandages and ointments out of the closet. Ahmet sat down at his Desk, and his companions sat on a maroon leather sofa. Thomas bandaged her hands, irritated by each falling tear and soft sob.
«Good girls don't cry,» Ozan said, « Or are you bad?»
Lily's eyes flashed as she spat out her feminine venom, her tears forgotten.
« I don't know. Ask your father about it…» she muttered, and Thomas laughed at Achmet's reaction, who frowned for a moment, then frowned, and finally grinned stupidly.
In General, people like Shulman and Ozan are not to be trifled with. If Ahmet didn't know Thomas, he would have blown her brains out on the table. And if he didn't like Thomas, he'd kill them both at the same table.
«Do you know who I am? I Am Achmet Ozan!»
Lily didn't care. She didn't know Thomas , or Achmet, or any of the other criminal groups with their fucking famous names.
«For some reason, I don't care…» she hissed through clenched teeth, but Tom cut her off with an unintentional flick of his tongue.
«A Jewish girl should behave more modestly, right?»
Ten minutes later, the car took the girl home, and Tom went back to work. Yes, she is sulking, resentful, and already cursing him in every way she knows, cursing, cursing, and sewing a Voodoo doll. But a Jew doesn't care. In this world, he created himself, his business, and his destiny.