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My cheeks burn after I hear that, and I have to look away from him in an effort to regain my composure. If a random guy said something like that to me, I’d be sketched out and want nothing to do with him. But this guy… he’s anything but random.
“You know, the more that I think about it, the more I like that option better than number two, so how about this: you bring your cute little ass over here and let me go now, and I promise your time with me will be short. If, however, my brother and my men find me, I might just keep you forever. Is that what you want?”
My body wants to scream yes, but for obvious reasons, my mind is saying a harsh no.
Silus then asks me a question so out of the blue, I have to look at him: “What time is it?”
“Uh, just after three in the morning,” I say after looking at the time on my phone. “Why?”
“For every hour you keep me here, I’ll take a month of your life, so I suggest you take a moment and think to yourself if this is really what you want.”
He’s threatening me, saying he’s going to kidnap me. I can’t say I don’t deserve it, but he’s a freaking mafia boss, so it isn’t like he’s the picture of perfection. He’s a bad man, and honestly this is what he deserves.
I have to keep telling myself that.
I get up and walk over to him. I set a hand on the chair behind him, and in doing so I lean over him with my best tough persona. My other hand still holds onto his gun. “For a guy who’s pretty much tied up and helpless, you talk an awful big game,” I whisper. “Maybe you should shut up.”
The whole time, Silus never breaks eye contact with me, nor does his smirk fade. “You want to know what I think?”
Being this close to him, I can smell him, and damn it to hell, the man smells good. Like I want to bury my face against him and breathe him in. Musky and manly in all the ways to drive me crazy.
“Not particularly, but I have the feeling you’re going to tell me anyway,” I whisper, losing my bravo in spite of myself.
He flashes me a set of perfect pearly whites. “I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.” Even though he’s clearly not in the position of power in this situation, it feels like, somehow, he switched our roles and suddenly I’m the one sitting on the chair with his large body looming over mine. “And you know what else?”
My breath catches, and I have to lean the hand with the gun against my hip, otherwise my arm trembles so much it’s noticeable.
“I think you’re going to enjoy it just as much as me,” he whispers, his voice taking on a husky tone that makes me shiver.
I push away from him and mutter, “Shut up. Just… stop talking.” I give him my back as I return to the couch, a frown on my face. If I don’t frown, I fear what I’ll do. That man… he’s worse than dangerous, but I can’t deny the way a simple look from him makes my mind leap firmly into the gutter.
Like, yeah, I’d love for that man to do unspeakable things to me, but no, I don’t want him to kidnap me. I’m not that far gone.
Nice try, though.
When I sit on the couch, he’s still staring at me, smirking. It takes every ounce of willpower in me to not pay attention to him and to watch the storage show on the TV.
I shouldn’t have the hots for someone like Silus McLean. First off is the obvious: he’s a mafia boss, and therefore the things he’s done no God could ever forgive. I don’t want to know how many people he’s killed. Secondly, he’s our mark. Our target. He’s basically a big bag of money waiting to be cashed in.
The third thing? The third thing might just be the worst: he’s in his thirties.
He’s old.
Chapter Four – Silus
I have to admit, I didn’t think I’d wake up in a shitty house with the girl who asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend staring at me while holding onto my gun. I went to the club to relax, then started feeling a little lightheaded after a while—now I know it was from a refill I didn’t order thanks to the beautiful bartender.
Said beautiful bartender is now wearing an oversized shirt that hides her curves and shorts that, I believe, are patterned with kittens. Her blond hair is messy, falling well past her shoulders, while her big, blue eyes are glued to the TV in the corner of the room, mostly so she doesn’t have to look at me, if I have to guess.
I don’t know her name, but she intrigued me at the club. I’ve never known any woman to have enough balls to walk up to someone like me and ask me to pretend to be their boyfriend. I can have my fair share of women in this city thanks to who I am, but in the end, they only really want me for one thing—though I suppose that one thing isn’t so different from why this girl wants me.
Money.
What does separate her from the others is how she’s going about it. Kidnapping me, for instance, is a whole lot different than trying to fuck me.
Of course, I don’t think this girl would say no to the latter, but that’s beside the point.
I meant it when I said she intrigues me. I also like the fact that she’s a little feisty, with enough balls to pretend to know me just to get another guy off her back. I wouldn’t mind feeling those lips of hers on mine again…
