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"Right," I drawled and despite the flutter of butterflies I felt as those foreign words left his lips, I took a small step along the wall and away from him. One of his eyebrows flew up in what seemed to be amusement and he took a step towards me, a predatory gleam in his eyes. I shot him a nervous, plastic smile and just as I whipped around to run as far away from this psycho as I could, he grabbed my arm and crushed me to his body.
Again my skin practically exploded with pleasure the moment he touched me.
"Listen, cara mia," his minty, warm breath fanned over my face and, not for the first time, I nearly melted. "You're in way over your head. That guy is not someone to be messed with. I can take you to someone who'll help find your friend –isn't that what you want?" I felt my head tilt to the side as I grew confused at his words. When I did so, he suddenly let me go, pushing a large hand through his hair with irritation.
"Probably," he seemed disinterested as he withdrew a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a match a moment later.
"Smoking kills," I absentmindedly chided.
"Why would you care?" he at stared at me and I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
"I-I don't! B-but your girlfriend might!" I loudly stammered.
Momentarily he seemed surprised at my outburst but almost instantly a dark expression clouded his features as he threw his cigarette to the floor, easily squashing it with his shoe a moment later.
"You're coming with me whether you want to or not," he seriously stated, those blue orbs of his holding me captive. My heart skipped a beat when the edge of his lips quirked upwards –probably a reaction to noticing my flustered state. "It's just up to you whether we do it the easy way, or the hard way."
"Can I pick up some stuff from my place?" I questioned softly, accepting that even if I said no, this guy was probably planning on taking me anyway.
I'd much prefer the easy way. I thought and for the second time, a rush of fear spread throughout my body as I remembered the gun hidden in his jacket.
At my question he seemed momentarily puzzled but eventually let out an irritated sigh, gazing down at me incredulously before finally, hesitantly nodding.
"Let's go," he gruffly ordered.
"Would you rather wait here for a guy like the one before to take you too? You're no use to your friend if you're dead, cara mia."
"I-I have a name and cara whatever isn't it!" I clumsily snapped once he'd turned and gestured for me to follow him down the darkened alley.
I could've sworn I heard a beautiful sound resonate from his throat –the sound the semblance of a laugh.
"Whatever. My name's Damien by the way, cara mia. Feel free to forget it," he casually threw the words over his shoulder although as expected, he emphasised those two foreign ones.
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