𝘼 𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮
Missy "Candy" Davis. Trained by her adopted father before he was murder in an mysterious hit and run. Unable to cope with his death, she took up a job for ridding the world of evil people. From the grimy and dirty pol...
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The car is silent, more silent than she expected it to be. She was hoping that the men would be eager to explain why they kissed her, or what made them want to be intimate like that. However, no one is speaking anymore after Missy asks the question. The frustration was beginning to wash over her face, and she knew they could tell, the two men were purposely avoiding looking back at her.
"Are you both just going to ignore me?"
"What more do you want to know? I already told you if you wanted more you should've just asked for more," Felix finally speaks, leaning against the passenger seat window, making Missy frown in his direction. "And clearly you didn't ask for more, Nabi."
"I think you were the one who stopped our kiss, Missy." Sin adds, chuckling as if what she was asking was a silly little question.
They weren't taking her seriously, they were making fun of her. Or maybe, they didn't understand her question. She asked them why they kissed her, not why they didn't continue to kiss her.
"I asked why," she mumbles before looking out the window, avoiding their gaze this time. "If you both were just kissing me to get back at each other, just say so, at least let me know now rather than waiting for things to get complicated later down the line."
"I could care less about who this asshole sleeps with." Felix says, making Sin shake his head.
Again, they weren't answering her, instead they were being vague and she didn't like that. After riding in silence for the rest of the trip to Felix's warehouse, The car stops for a moment, allowing Felix's men to open the doors quickly before Sin drives inside, putting the car in park. Felix didn't allow the car to stop fully before getting out of the car, slamming the door closed.
Missy watches Sinclair close his eyes at the impact of the slam before glaring at the tall man from the inside of the car. The man looks over his shoulder, making her flinch when they make direct eye contact.
"I can tell you one thing," he says, tapping the middle compartment as he watches her closely. "there were no reluctant motives behind kissing you. I wasn't trying to fuck with Felix either. I kissed you because I'm interested in you." he explains, making her peel her eyes away from him for a moment.
Missy didn't think she could look him in the face after hearing him say something like that. He seriously confessed to her at a time like this. She hardly knew Sinclair, yet he's interested in her. It was hard to believe, especially after how he treats her sometimes.
"Missy, I like you. Is that hard to believe?"
Missy killed and slept with plenty of liars, but could tell he's being genuine just from the tone in his voice. The way he gawks at her through the rearview mirror after turning away from her, made her heart race. The shine in his eyes made her want to take a closer look. She scoots up, leaning to the front of the car. She grips the seats, squeezing her wide hips and tiny torso between the passenger and driver's seat. Missy takes a seat right on his lap, catching the male by surprise but he wasn't protesting. Sin leans forward, his eyes capturing her in his gaze.
