Renzo smirks from behind and I jump. Creep.
"What are you doing here again?" I grit out. The way he's looking at me with amusement makes my cheeks burn red.
"I was invited. They said I'm a vip guest." He says on a mouthful of croissants. When Bruno clears his throat, Renzo's chewing slows. "Vip." He repeats and walks away.
My cousin rolls his eyes before seeing my face and frowning. "Whats wrong with you?"
"Nothing why?"
His gaze travels between me and Silas, lips parting to speak before I squeeze his arm and rush away. "You know what I'm here to do right? I'll see you in a while."
"Wait but-"
When I stop next to Silas, he throws back the last of his drink. "Finally, we've got an audience, chatterbox."
My hands move to his chest as I snap into character. It's not my fault the women in here like to keep tabs on who he's talking to. Seriously, they're relentless. I feel like a celebrity, and not a loved one.
"My cousin's here." I remind him quietly, leaning closer. "So I want to know what kind of disaster you're planning today."
"Not planning any disaster."
"How many weapons have you got loaded on you?"
Dry humour lights the backs of his eyes as he slightly tilts and shakes his head. I know I'm crossing a line here, but I reach for his holster right over his crotch and touch his gun before he grabs my waist and pushes me against the staircase railing.
A sharp breath escapes me.
My mouth is wide open, but I quickly close it to lick my lips at the awareness of his hand on my lower back.
It's warm, heavy, and somehow this first real touch on my body eases an ache that slowly started to shatter me.
His fingers move a little against the thin fabric of my dress. "Keep your hands to yourself yeah?"
"Oh." I say breathlessly and furrow my brows. "So it's keep your hands to yourself until Silas wants to break the rules. Got it."
His laugh is loud and sultry. For the first time I truly see his teeth, white and perfectly straight with sharp, vampire like canines.
After a moment he steps closer, front pressing to mine. Face hovering so close, my expression relaxes and eyes remain firm on his.
"The only rules I will keep is yours." His voice is quiet rumble. "And nobody's breaking them until you say so."
"Not even you?"
"Not even me."
The song changes to an upbeat one. Frenzied pulses of the bass just like my body. Beneath the dim blue light above, his eyes sparkle with a promise that feels like a threat.
He never did keep his promises. Why only start when it comes to me?
My palms curl around the metal bars of the staircase railing. Eyes lowering to his lips, I let out a shaky breathe. And then something distracts me.
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Deception
Romance"I don't want to eat." His eyes narrow a fraction of an inch, but at this point I don't even care if I piss off the great Cavallaro. Last night was hell enough, I'd like to see what else he can do with me. When he's done removing his watch, Silas s...
