Property of the Mafia

[05] One Step Ahead

"Damn... it..." I wheezed, my sight completely blurry. My balance and sense of judgement were completely distorted as well. 

Two enormous men suddenly swung themselves over the side of the rail and began to approach me--one holding a long rope and the other holding handcuffs and a band, which I was guessing was to gag me with.

"Now, now, gentlemen, don't be too rough with the little heiress here..." Ares snickered, sitting on the rail comfortably as he watched the man unravel the rope. Clearly he wasn't the slightest bit concerned as they began to wound the rope around me.

I eyed the other man, who seemed to be standing near the door, waiting for his turn to handcuff me. I couldn't escape that way... I wasn't just going to freaking let myself get kidnapped. I had to do something. 

The other men were just standing around: some holding guns, some holding batons, some holding knives---pretty much anything in the dangerous genre. 

The only real chance I seemed to have was to jump off the railing. But considering the fact that I could barely see and was on the verge of losing consciousness, throwing myself over the side of a building would probably be suicidal.

My fingers slowly wrapped around the tazer, and I was ready to use it anytime. There was no way I was going to use the gun--like hell I even knew how to use one properly! Sure, my Dad had showed me a couple times... but to actually, well, shoot someone with it? That was a different story.

This was my only chance.

I had to think of something fast.

Judging by how he was acting earlier... it seemed like the only thing I could do.

... And only one thing could come to mind. It was embarrassing, and super risky, but... it sounded a lot more amiable than leaping off the balcony.

I gulped.

"Ares... right?" I whispered, slowly stumbling towards him. I could feel that my cheeks were flushed and hot. Although I could barely keep my eyes in focus, I tried to stare intently at him, balancing on the railing with my hand as I slowly hobbled closer to him.

"What do you think you're doing, you bi---"

"Just wait a second. Let her say what she wants to say." Ares smiled darkly, holding out his hand towards me. "She's completely intoxicated, after all." He added beneath his breath. The man who had held a knife to my face backed off.

With all my strength, I grabbed his hand and intertwined my fingers with his.

"Hey... I'm really burning up... can you help me...?" I whispered, slowly lowering one of the straps of my dress down my shoulder. I tried to resist the urge to die in a hole. 

I knew this tactic was absolutely disgusting and humiliating(considering the fact my sexiness level was probably about a -100), but it was my only option. Since he had gone as far to call me a 'peasant' before.... (stupid little...) I was assuming that meant he had little experience with women. Hopefully.

"W-What?" Ares responded, his face turning beet-red, to my surprise. Don't tell me... he actually has zero experience with women? Clearly I was more observant than I thought I was.

"L-Linette...?" His voice reverted back to the high-pitched, naive tone. So behind that tough exterior, he was still a child, after all? 

"Yes...?" I leaned in closer, placing my hands delicately beneath his chin as I cradled his face in my hands. I could see the men around us all standing with mixed expressions of either shock or awe, and looking completely lost as they saw their leader getting swept away.