Age Is Just a Number

William’s POV: 

Waking up, I ball my hand to rub my tired eyes. When I feel someone shuffling to my side, I turn over to see Zara snuggling close to me, and everything feels right. She should be by my side, wearing my clothes, hugging me, not with that fucking kid. Tucking a strand behind her ear, I can feel her pressing her heated pussy on my thigh, causing me to shiver. I laid a kiss on her forehead, then nose, seeing it twinkle, cheeks, and finally her lips. 

I know that Zara has been secretly kissing me while I’m asleep, ever since she turned ten, so this is only fair. Too bad, she stopped when she entered high school. I always thought it was kind of cute that she did that. Woah William, complete pedophile alert. 

I can feel her releasing a low moaning sound, and parted her sweet mouth while I slipped my tongue inside. Roaming my hand down, I gripped her round globe ass, and I can feel her trembling in my arms. 

Hearing a short cough, I look up to see my parents standing there, looking at me in disapproval. My parents know about my sick obsession with Zara, after all, momma caught me masturbating to her not too long ago. 

I’m that fuck up in the brain, a twenty–three 

rs old man masturbating to his fifteen years old neighbors, almost sixteen, but that won’t help me in court. Not too long, mom caught me kissing Zara while she was asleep. 

Fucking no lock rule in the house, but I understand why she made that 

t rule 

I glanced down at Zara, whose lips were swollen, hair covering her perfect features. My parents left, gesturing for me to follow them. I look down and wrap my apparent excited dick before pulling on a shirt. I place a kiss on her forehead and walk downstairs. 

My parents were sitting on the couch, gesturing for me to sit on the other side. It’s quiet, really quiet, and the ticking clock on the wall was killing me. Mom released a deep breath. “William, I like Zara. She is a sweet girl. But, there seems to be a problem here,” she said, then pauses while dad takes a sip of his coffee. “Zara is fifteen=” 

“sixteen soon,” I cut her off and bit my lower lips. I lean back down, feeling as if I am a teenage boy again. 

Honestly, sometimes I wish I was so we could be together. I can ask her out like an average guy and pray she says yes. Then, beg momma for money to take her out. Momma will force me to get a part–time job if I want. some good loving. We can go to school together and hold hands in public without others looking at us with disapproval. 

“Whatever her age is, she is still underage, and a year ago, we talked about her being a legal age before. you try anything! And here I am catching you sneaking kisses while she is asleep!” She tried her best to keep her voice down, but her lungs were expanding drastically, face turning red.. 

I start playing with my fingers, eyes staring at the coffee smoke. “1—I kn–know b-” 

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“And she has a boyfriend,” she cut me off, reminding me of Zara’s new boyfriend. “Zara is a sensitive girl sweetheart, how would she feel if she found out you were kissing her while she is asleep? This is serious, William! You need to learn to control yourself! Don’t force me to enforce a no girls rule,” she takes a deep breath. I’m not stupid. I know you’re still here in this house so that you can see her, but remember there are boundaries,” she hisses. 

I hear footsteps from upstairs, and momma stops talking, clearing her throat as she walks to the kitchen. Zara was wearing my large clothes, eyes still half shut. Dad shakes his head at me and stands up, kissing momma before heading off to work. 

Dad isn’t my biological dad, but my step–dad, When momma divorced papa, who chose to stay in the mafia instead of retiring, she took me and moved us to America. A few years later, she met my dad and fell in love. Then, they got married, and she changed both of our 

last names to Yi to have less connection with the mafia. 

Mom will be so pissed off that I accepted dad offers to join the Italian mafia. 

She walks over towards me, placing her arms out, and I glance at momma, who shakes her head. Chewing on my lips, I saw her putting her arms down and fell on the couch, sleeping. Zara has always had this bad habit of straddling me when she wakes up, where she doesn’t even notice it. 

After we ate breakfast, Zara went back home to get ready for school. I went back upstairs to see her curtains were wide open. She releases a yawn, stretching her body, and I can see her starting to strip. Instantly. I shut the curtain, mind wondering if she is doing this on purpose. 

A little peek won’t hurt. 

“No. William boundaries! Boundaries!” I scorn myself and walk towards the closet. Grabbing my suit, I undressed and got ready for work. “Boundaries,” I repeat that word over and over. 

Grabbing my cell phone, I pull down my tie, feeling as if it’s constricting my fucking lungs. “You can do this, William,” I mumbled and opened the front door. “Bye, momma!” 

“Bye, sweetheart! Remember boundaries! Jail isn’t just a place!” 

Licking my dry lips, I saw Zara walking out, and a smile crossed my lips. She was wearing a blue shirt, tucked inside her long black ripped jeans, hair scrunched up into a ponytail, with the black shoes I bought for her birthday last year. 

My smile quickly drops when I see a familiar red truck, and Zara walks towards it. She opens the door, and I watch as she laughs at some crap that left his mouth. She playfully pushes him and starts playing with the radio. He narrows his eyes and slaps her hand. Then she hits his shoulder. Clenching my fist, I saw them begin playfully slapping each other, where he cautiously tried not to hit her too hard. He grabs her pink cheeks and squeezes it, causing her to poke out her tongue at him. 

They drove away, and I saw Marvin jogging towards my way, brows scrunching. “Did you look in the mirror, realized how unattractive you look, then broke it?” He asks. 

I look down to see the side mirror in pieces. “Fuck.” 

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I pull my tie–down, “Shut up.” 

Lucky me, one of the guys message me they caught another guy who needs to be investigated. Marvin glanced at me, shaking his head. “I pity the fool who got caught today.” 

I wipe the blood from my knuckles. 

“Fuck, you must be pissed,” Drew said. 

“He told me that the stuff is in Florida. Send some guys to get it,” I said in a dead tone and walked out. 

Sitting in my office, I turn on my phone while Drew takes a nap on the couch. I don’t use social media, but Zara does, and it’s not stalking because we are legitimate friends online, 

er arms 

Scrolling through her posts, I couldn’t help but chuckle until I saw her with that kid, lan. She had her wrapped around his neck, lips kissing his cheek. 

I threw the phone on my desk, and Drew’s eyes peeled open. “Little girl from next door?” 

I place my head on my palm, glancing at the clock. According to my guys, this lan guy goes to Zara school, where he is the third smartest person behind Nina and Zara. He is the fucking football team captain and helps out his parents on the farm during the weekend. Overall, he is a fucking goody two shoes, where there isn’t a fucking flaw, a single fucking reason for Zara to break up with him. 

Drew sat up, heading his way towards me, and leaned against the desk. “Don’t you think enough this is enough,” he said, eyeing the phone and letting out a low whistle. “Zara has a boyfriend now, living a normal teenage life, maybe you should get lea-” 

bel” 

I pound my fist on the desk, causing him to stop talking. Zara belongs to me.” 

He ran his fingers through his hair. “William, Zara has a boyfriend who is a good guy! She is happy! Let her 

Ilean my elbow on the desk, running my hands through my hair. “What the fuck do you expect me to do? I’ve been pushing back these sick emotions for Zara for a long time, waiting for her to grow up, so we can be together, I just” I pause.. 

“Just didn’t expect another guy to swoop in and steal her,” he finishes my sentence. 

“I don’t know if this is love, but I fucking need Zara, Drew. I’m going insane right now,” I grumble, laying my head on the desk. “I just need something, some dirt about this kid, so that Zara will break up with him.” 

Drew sat there, shaking his head, knowing anything he says will not get through my thick skull. 

There’s a knock on the door, and I straighten myself out. “Come in.” I return to my cold tone, and one of the guys walks in with a folder. “What is it?” 

He laid down the folder in front of me. I’ve been investigating regarding lan Van den Berg,” he said, and 

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Drew gave me a disappointed look. 

“Report,” I circled my hand, knowing he probably got nothing, again. 

“I found something,” he said. 

“What?” I ask, almost too quickly. I must be the most pathetic mafia member in the world, asking one of my guys to investigate a teenage relationship because I’m desperate for a girl. 

“It seems that lan does not love Zara. He is using her to get close to this girl,” he said, pulling out a phone showing a girl that is the complete opposite of Zara. She isn’t even remotely close to being drop–dead gorgeous as Zara. Why would he want her? This kid is blind, and after I’m through with him, I’ll make sure he is physically blind too. 

I smile and dismiss the guy. 

“Oh, William, you’re fucking in deep.” Drew said. 

“What would you do if someone stole your women?” I hum, placing the photo down, feeling a lot calmer. 

He chuckles. “A dead man can’t steal my woman,” he playfully punches me in the arm, and I nod, wondering which one of us is the real crazy one. 

Then again, it would be easier to kill the kid off and call it a day, maybe get some pizza afterward. 

I shake off that thought and grab my coat. 

“Where are you going?” Drew asks, lifting a brow. 

I smirk, “Visiting the kid.” 

He walks over to me, patting my shoulder. “Don’t hurt him too badly.” 

I scoff, “You were going to kill a guy.” 

Drew shrugs, walking back towards the couch. “We are gang members. Killing is like taking a daily shit.” 

Sitting at the bar, I twirl the pen in my fingers, waiting for the fucking kid to arrive. I can hear a few feet shuffling. “Who the fuck are you two! Let me go!” lan screams until he sees me. 

“What do you want?” 

I gesture to him to sit down. I can see the sweats forming on his forehead, trembling hand pulling out the chair, taking a seat. Tm going to make this short, break up with Zara.” 

He lifts a brow and scoffs. The little bitch actually scoffs at me. “And why should I?” He asks, daringly leaning forward, clenching his shaky hands, attempting to look strong. 

“Because Zara is mine.” 

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He smirks, Zara isn’t yours; she is my girlfriend. Hence she is mine.” I ground my teeth as he places an elbow on the table, leaning inward. “And from what I know, you have no right to intervene in Zara’s life. After all, your nothing but the older brother next door. 

“I know you’ve been using Zara to get close to another girl,” I said, expecting him to be shocked, but instead, he cracks out laughing. 

He stands up, running his fingers through his hair. “So, does Zara and I tell you, my cute sweetheart doesn’t mind,” he winks, passing by the guards. 

They glance at me, and I shake my head. 

I like to take care of the problem personally.