Insatiable Crimes: A Mafia Romance

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"Drop your weapons on the ground, Xena. You are surrounded on all sides." A new voice joined us in the clearing.

I rolled my eyes in irritation at the interruption. For fucks sake, can't a woman have a play time, once in a while?

I pulled out the bloody blade from Blake's quavering body in jerky movements and threw it on the ground. Ooh, messy. He was useless now, half dead, and would bleed out a slow death in more or less fifteen minutes. One less person to worry about.

"You know, I have a reputation of doing exactly the opposite of what I'm told to do." I eyed them thoughtfully. They were all armed, and each of them looked easily double my weight. Fuck. I didn't like my odds.

The middle one backtracked. "Um, don't drop the gun?"

I looked at him with a smile. "I like you." Bending forward, as if to place my gun down, I grabbed my fallen knife and whipped it at him. His heart, to be precise. He didn't have any time to dodge.

Looking at the frozen men around me, I shrugged apologetically. "Oops. My hand slipped."

I ducked when I heard the first round of triggers getting pulled, and rolled from my position on the ground. Three bullets met their aim— the exact place my head was before I rolled over behind the nearest dumpster.

"Can't take a damn joke," I muttered to myself, brushing the gravel off my face. I could feel a few shallow cuts on my bare skin burn. Son of a—

"Are we hiding now, buttercup?" One of the me hooted.

Sticking my head over my cover, I took aim at the mouthy asshole. Those hoots went down considerably when butter-fucking-cup dropped down dead. I smirked.

Three down, two more to go. I was going to murder Caleb.

"Won't you come out and play with us, kitten?" Another pest called out. They weren't even bothering to hide the sounds of their heavy footsteps. I see a flourishing career path of a spy in the near future.

"Now that you mention it," I stood up serenely, flicking the filth off with a delicate brush, "I am done playing around."

They were shocked, I could see it as clear as day on their faces. They weren't expecting me to pop up like a Jack in the Box.

Damn. How I loved proving people wrong.

"So, this is what is going to happen now." Without moving my gaze from the two confused men in front of me, I blindly aimed and shot at a moaning Blake.

Silence.

Finally.

At the irritated looks matching the two's faces, I disregarded their silent question. "His voice was annoying me."

Before Baldie's fist could connect with my face, my elbow landed squarely on his chin.

I whistled. Now that was going to need some stitches.

Too bad he wasn't going to be alive to get them.

At the last moment, I flung the cold barrel of my gun on his head, crashing it down.

No pulse. Dead.

I grinned at the last standing man, knowing that I looked absolutely vicious, with his dead comrades' blood staining my face.

His terrified expression did no good to my ego, bringing out the manic in me.

In one last moment of bravery, he latched onto me, straddling me against the gravel. My hands found his neck, as I clawed and squeezed the air out of him. His eyes dilated as he choked against my hand.

Swinging my leg, I turned us over, with me on top.

Control. I relished it.

Grabbing a fallen gun, I pressed the cold metal against his temple.

"What does your boss want with me?" I bit out, slamming his head against the road. "Fucking tell me!"

A shot rang out in the air, at that moment, freezing me in place, still straddling the man. My eyes followed the movement— only to stop on the sight right below my nose.

A last, harsh breath was exhaled.

Deathlike stillness.

Dead.

My hair blew around me in the breeze and I shoved them back lightly, tracing back the bullets path.

And then, I saw it.

The street light illuminated his figure perfectly, playing tricks on his features, agitating me. It accented the silhouettes on his jawline, highlighting the slight smirk on his lips.

He was amused.

The figure didn't move, not yet. He leaned against his wall, arms crossed, observing. From his laidback stance, I'd say he was my audience for a while.

With shadows still covering his face, he brought his arm forward, slowly, purposefully, flexing his arm, while taking off the cuff.

Deliberately, he repeated the notion for his left cufflink, before rolling the sleeves of his black tailored shirt back.

Clenching his fists once, he stood up straight. His stride was unhurried and deliberate, power emanating off him with each callous step he took forward.

Towards me.

The sudden white light blinded me, and my eyes closed on their own accord, before opening again and shamelessly roaming around the fitted shirt that gave perfect justice to his peeking collarbones.

"Eyes on me, piccola diavola," His voice cut in, amusement glazing every syllable. "I've heard that you've been asking around for me?"

DADDY HAS ARRIVED BESTIES KSNKSKS

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