"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦
Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius...
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When I didn't comply, Saint flipped me over with ease. My stomach made contact with the cool glass as his hands wandered down my sides, leaving goosebumps on its trail.
"I need you to find me some answers." His lips made contact with the middle of my back.
"Once you do, I'll reward your sweet little pussy with a kiss, no?" he chuckled. "Or should I just do it now?"
I shivered against him at the sound of his words. There was a pulsating need deep in-between my legs. He had to be aware of the things he did to me without trying at all.
Abruptly, his phone began to ring. He didn't pull away as he yanked it from his pocket and held it up to his ear. I craned my neck to look at him, but he pushed my head flat against the glass.
"No, just wait until I get there," Saint said sternly.
He didn't waste another minute before hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room. I flinched as the sound of broken glass quickly penetrated my eardrums.
Saint pulled away from me, allowing me to slide off the bar table. Holding my breasts with my arm, I bent down and grabbed Saint's suit jacket, and threw it over my body before buttoning it up. It was large and made sure to swallow my figure. Sadly, the top part of the jacket did nothing to conceal the valley of my breasts.
"Is everything okay?" I asked warily, folding my arms across my chest.
"Don't think that what happens between us means anything. It doesn't," he snarled.
"What makes you think I want anything to do with you?" I mumbled. I wasn't sure if he heard me or not, because if he had, he didn't bother to comment on it.
"I need answers as soon as possible. Giovanni is gone, we still don't know where Viktor is, or where Adriano's ex-wife is. Not to mention, Adriano may be a traitor. I need something. Do your job or the deal's off," he threatened.
Rolling my shoulders back, I looked him square in eye. "I'll do my best to find what I can. I was already thinking of recovering those messages from the ball. I was even going to get a real name on Adriano's ex-wife. I've been getting close to figuring out her true identity over these past few days. However, holding my mother over my head will not get you what you want any faster."
"No?" he challenged, taking a step toward me. "What about your death?"
He seemed to know just how to push me down when I was beginning to learn how to stand. Every bit of confidence vanished in the snap of my fingers. I was like worth before it was pushed away by emptiness. Because of him, I became the frightened instead of the fearless.
