Hitting on the hitman

Your no killer, love. (55)

It had only been an hour since I arrived and I had already danced with a couple of people but hadn't got any useful information.

The room began to get hot as stress set in and my eyes fixed on the doors to a balcony leading outside.

Fresh air, that's what I needed.

I rushed through the doors letting them slam behind me as I was hit by the cold night's air. People inside had continued to dance and it seemed no one had grown tired except for me.

At least I thought that until I saw a figure leaning on the marble railing of the balcony, their head-turning sharply as the doors smacked closed.

Their face was lit dimly but I could still see the smirk they had met me with less than an hour ago.

I still didn't know who this man was or what he meant to the mafia, but I knew he was important so perhaps this was my luck.

"Fancy meeting you again." I smiled and he shook his head.

"If I didn't know any better I would say you're chasing me." He smirked again.

"So since this is the second time we've bumped into each other do I get a name?" I held onto my hands tightly, hoping he didn't see my fiddling.

He turned back into the view of the hollow night that he sunk into. Silence pierced around us for a minute. "Names aren't important."

One thing is for sure the man was no idiot.

"What are you doing here then?"

"You ask a lot of questions, Love."

"And you don't answer a lot of questions, love," I smirked back. "I've told you more than you've told me."

"You're not supposed to be out here," He grumbled as if he was growing tired of our games and I rose my eyebrow.

"I'm not?"

"No. Truthfully if you're here neither am I."

If I'm here? Did he know me?

"What?-"

"So I better get going." he turned around, trying to walk past me, my eyes darted around quickly, checking if we were out of view.

Don't do anything stupid.

Hunters' words popped into my head but this time, I ignored them.

I grabbed him by his lose top, pushed him against the wall and pulled my knife out of the slot on my thigh, it made a sharp metallic ting in the air as I drew it to his neck and after he made the impact of smashing against the wall he met me with a grin.

"At least buy me a drink first." He smirked cockily.

"Your name?" I hissed and his smirk grew bitter.

"Oh, you're going to regret this."

"Am I?" I snorted as I pushed the blade slightly further against his throat and he swallowed beneath it.

Despite the knife to his throat, he glared at me harshly, I wanted to invoke some fear but all his eyes showed was fire. Something that willed me to drop my knife and crumble in front of him, but I didn't.

"Tell me who you are." I hissed.

"That's one." He laughed deeply, mocking me.

"I will slit your throat if you don't tell me what I want."

"Oh, love, that's three." He smirked, something hidden behind his eyes.

"Three what?!" I pushed it closer, my hand begging to slit his throat as irritation rattled me up, boiling my blood.

"You won't kill me." He laughed.

"And why not?"

"That's five." He smirked. "Because, you're no murderer." He said it like he knew me, like it was personal.

"Why are you counting?!" My breath had quickened, although I held the knife to him, something was unnerving about how calm he was.

I didn't want to hurt him, but at this point, I really was debating it.

"Seven." He mumbled again, shutting his eyes now as he rested his head against the wall peacefully.

With a quick breath and rage flowing through me I lowered my knife and sliced his side, barely making contact with his skin, but I know it must have stung, he whined in pain for a minute before his smirk grew bigger, opening his eyes to meet me with a devouring glare.

"Oh, that's 10." He growled now.

"Fine." I hiss, "if you won't tell me." I slid my knife carefully up his face, before resting the tip against his mask and holding him back, gripping his neck tightly with my other hand. "I will just have to see for myself," I smirk this time, glum filling me as his eyes flickered with what I could only assume was a slither of panic.

"Ah." A smile tugged at my lips. "Now we're getting somewhere."

And then he chuckled, calm and collected. "You got me, love." He breathed heavily under my hand, "The names Angelo, and that's 15."

I couldn't help when my grip weakened, the shock clearly showing in my face. No, this was too easy. There was no way Angelo could be this idiot.

I slash his other side and blood begins to ooze, making his crimson top even darker now, his breath heavier but the smirk still tugged at his lips.

"Next one will be your throat." I hiss. "Now tell me what your business here is." I try to look harsh. To be as cold as he is, but I am scared he can see right through me.

"17." He smiled. "You're no killer, Love," He smirked. "But remember this." He hissed. "20" he leaned forward and afraid of actually killing him I leaned my knife back a little, but I did not move, his hot breath pressed against my ear as he smirked coldly. "I am."

A second later the doors opened and I quickly pulled away tucking my knife in. A man turned the corner Giving us an odd look as if he's just caught something he shouldn't have.

Then his eyes fixed on the blood gushing out of the man in front of me and suddenly and the man I had just held a knife to scowled. "Grab her you, idiot! She stabbed me!"

The man at the doors' eyes widened before scowling as he began to stride towards me, the man in crimson straightening himself out with a twisted smirk. I reached for my gun only to find an empty slot where it used to be.

Wtf-

My eyes shot over to the man in crimson who wore a smirk so heavy I thought it might crush me, eyes so fiery and dark I wondered if the ground around me was alight, but it wasn't.

He slid my gun into the pocket of his trousers as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, a pleased look on his face.

I didn't have time to ponder over it, over why he hadn't shot me the minute he got it, how long he even had it for. So instead I dashed it, using my heavy dress to smash past the man quickly running back into the ball.

"Follow that girl!" A voice screamed behind me and before I knew it men in suits were hurdling after me. Followed by the crowd's deep surprised whispers and glances.

I darted past gown after gown, gripping my own tightly, my feet killing me with each step I scrambled in my heels.

Luckily I had quickly made it up to the stairs, but as my head shot back behind me I found the men had been floored, though I didn't bother looking for who had done it, I already knew.

My hair flew behind me, dress dragging as I reached the top of the stairs, running through the hall I had arrived in not daring to look back.

I scrambled out of the old building, finding a bike outside I could only hope was one of the guys and I put those handy skills Lucas had been teaching me to use.

I pulled out a Bobby pin from my hair, scrambling at the lock of it until it roared to life.

And although every inch of me hated it, I lugged my big heavy dress over it, tucking it beneath me before speeding off, no Lucas to grip onto this time to keep me safe.

But as the building disappeared out of sight, a smugness grew over me, for the first time I felt in this case, maybe I didn't need him after all.