Angel

Angel VII

Approaching a pillar while looking downstairs, I lean my arms on the gold rail seeing from the corner of my eye Lukas walking all the hall of the upper floor to my direction.

He climbed up the other side of stairs.

Bitting the inside of my cheek to hide the grin wanting to come off my face, I give him a side glance as his eyes narrow at me.

By now, I'm just enjoying myself.

"How did you get in?" It's the first thing he says as soon as his tall figure is a few steps away from me.

Sighing, I straighten my posture, and leaning my back in the white cold pillar, I take my eyes off the people downstairs and look at him.

His hair os styled with gel, a strand falling over his forehead a d his face holds a scowl.

"Pure magic." I shrug one shoulder.

Lukas smirks  and slowly walks to me, my eyes attentive at what it will be his next move. When he's hovering over me, the stupid smirk never leaving his face as his hot breath hits my face, I suck in a sharp raged breath feeling his large hand sliding up my leg.

Fucker.

Grabbing his wrist, I'm too late because his fingers have already grasped the knife on my thigh.

Only him would know I have that in there.

"Here to kill me, angel?" He whispers, amusement on his face. I smirk back this time. "Bold of you to assume that. Can't a woman just enjoy a party?"

He chuckles through his nose taking a step back and examining my knife on his hand. "If you enjoy boredom then yes, but I dare to say you're one who prefers adrenaline."

I do.

His hazel eyes roam the people downstairs, and when he sees we're on a hidden spot where one can see us, Lukas steps further again, my knife blade leaning on my bottom lip.

Little bitch.

"You already took down one target. of mine, if you're here to do it again I seriously advise you not to." He whispers lowly, his eyes following the movement he's doing with my knife, trailing it from my cheek bone to my lips, goosebumps raising on my skin.

When it reaches my bottom lip, I lick the blade, grinning sensually as his eyes focus on my tongue movements, until he trails it down to my chin, and takes it off my skin twirling it on his fingers.

I bet what those fingers are capable of.

"Again. I'm here just to enjoy myself." I whisper back, my finger trailing down the buttons of his white shirt.

I can feel his abs underneath the fabric, and stop at the waistband of his black suit pants when he grabs my wrist.

"Again, I don't believe you."

I roll my eyes. "Think, Moretti. If I were here to kill you, I would've before you even trailed your hand up my leg. No one can see us from down there, but you're still breathing, aren't you?"

"If it's not me, it's someone inside."

"I'm flattered. But for who do you take me for? I'm not that dumb to kill someone inside a room filled with mafia men."

Even less the own host, or the most respected and feared man inside. I did this just to get under his skin.

It's fun.

Lukas hums, eyes searching my blank face. "Then you won't mind a danc, will you?" His gaze narrows slightly as he extends his hand towards me, my knife around his finger.

Grinning, I grab my knife putting it back in place. "Not at all. I'm here for enjoyment aren't I? Just don't step on my foot or this will be a blood themed party."

He chuckles as I turn around and start walking downstairs, not taking his hand.

Soon I feel his presence behind me, his strong yet heavenly pleasing cologne engulfing me.

His hand leans on my lower back making warm spread through my body, and I have to briefly close my eyes not to let out a sigh at how good it feels.

I'm not used. I'm very touched deprived, in sex I take the control so it's rare when the man touches me.

Once in the middle of the dance area, Lukas turns me around, leaving his hand there and joining the other on my own, as I wrap my other arm around his shoulders.

"You're tense." He whispers making me roll my eyes. "It's called touch deprivation."

"That means I intimidate you." He smirks, and I let out a genuine, short laugh. "No Moretti. A kid could be doing what you're doingnand I would be tense as well. You don't have what's necessary to intimidate someone like me."

"And who's someone like you?" He asks, twirling me after. I answer when I'm back to facing him.

"A weapon."

"Why do you say that?"

"Does it matter?" I raise my eyebrow, smirking.

"I like to know my competition." Lukas hazel eyes bore on mine and I smirk. "I'm glad you have conscience of it. But the reason is none of your business." My face goes back to blank after that.

We go like this through the whole song but in silence, as I try to figure him out while he does the same.

We can't, I can't read his eyes he can't read mine.

I notice that with each twirl, he pulls me closer to him after, but seeing that the song is almost over I don't say nothing.

"Are you going to tell how do you got inside?" He whispers on my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin.

I smirk, slightly pulling back, locking my eyes with his mysterious ones.

"A true lady never tells her secrets. Enjoy the rest of the night, Lukas." With that, the song ends and I leave without a back glance.

Once I'm out of the eye sight of everyone, including the guards outside of the hotel, I take off my heels and mask, looking up at the night sky and breathing in the fresh air.

I lean on the brick wall behind me, looking at the moon and close my eyes when a chilly breeze passes by me.

Walking back to the car and entering inside, I speed down the road, my foot going further into the accelerator by the second.

Fuck. It's all I can think about.