Outsmarted

Chapter Twelve - The airport ride

Reina's Point of View

"Language sweetheart and the date will be in Paris".

My mouth gaped open while a couple of butterflies swarmed in my stomach with his gruff voice nicknaming me 'sweetheart'. Paris. He wanted to take me to Paris: the city of love, the city of romance and the city of everlasting sex. If he wanted to do anything like that with me, it would have to be after I'm dead and in the afterlife because no way in hell would I let him touch me. Not even with 10 foot pole.

I hate how he made me feel but I wouldn't let him come near me again. Not after what he did. He killed me and felt no remorse. Well, not until he realised I wasn't the rat and it was his own best friend.

"I am not going to Paris with you because I have a job over here and some paperwork to do," I stated plainly and turned on my heel making my way back into the house, but before I could make it three steps his hand grabbed my hips, forcing me to look him in his eyes.

"Too late, baby. I've already bought some McDonalds chicken nuggets and pepsi, alongside some Krispy Kreme donuts in a dozen,"

My mouth began to water. They were all my favourite snacks and food. Biting my lips, I looked at him.

"If I come it's for the food, not for you. Understood?" I said while my legs became weak as his thumbs caressed a spot on my hips and he kept circling it.

"Alright, baby" he whispered while taking my hand and leading me to the car. For once, I let him. He was holding my hand and sparks flew while electricity ran in me fast, making my heart beat faster.

You hate him, Reina. Remember, you hate him.

Did I really though?

He opened the door to the car, holding it out for me. Gentleman much. No. I wasn't falling for it. Not now and not in any time in hell. Walking over to his side of the car, he got in and then reached at the back. He pulled out a McDonald bag with a pepsi drink while leaving the Krispy Kreme donuts at the back.

"Alright, Nem. You set to go?" he asked looking at me in the eye. His burning red eyes, that once burned into my soul once, now looked at me endearingly and with a hint of protectiveness. Who was kidding? A hell of a lot of protectiveness. If it was up to him, I wouldn't be allowed to have pone guy friend without him knowing.

"No." I grunted at him, while chewing my chicken nuggets.

"What a shame." He responded sarcastically, while putting his hand on the top of my seat while reversing backwards. How does he have the ability to give me butterflies without even touching me? It shouldn't be possible but hey, there they were fluttering at the pit of my stomach.

The ride to the airport was short and bitter, filled with silence. When I decided to reach for music, he slapped my hand away and his reason why was because his ear drums would burst to my horrible music taste. That motherfucker!

"Forget that I'm me and that you're you for this weekend," he stated while looking at me.

"No." I responded blandly while my gaze struck on the night sky.

"Baby,"

"Don't fucking call me that" I snarled at him. He pulled over and took my chin gently and glided towards his direction. His touch was soft and gentle. Not what you would expect from an American mafia boss.

"Nem, I need you to give me a chance. I thought you were dead this whole time and I have punishing myself through hell and ba-"

"As you should. What you did was unforgiveable. The only way I'm here is because you bribed me with food. My favourite food, which I didn't even know you knew." I murmed back to him.