"Kiss me." He picks me up and kisses me again.
His hands on my waist, my hands in his hair and my lips all over him.
I think I don't have a crush anymore.
I think i'm in love.
We break the kiss and he looks at me, "I'm so fucked aren't I my Val?"
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Everywhere I go, I see her smiling. I'm in the kitchen, and there's a large grin on her face. She's being held hostage, and there's still a smile teasing her lips.
Hanzo isn't so amazing that he deserves a smile twenty-four-seven.
I groan and pick up the phone that's ringing incessantly.
"Demetrius," a low voice answers.
*Fuck.*
"I've heard from a friend that our plan didn't go exactly as expected." A small chuckle escapes his lips.
"That doesn't sound like you, Demetrius, does it?" he adds. I grip the pen tightly as anger boils through me.
"For a man with a reputation for murder, I wouldn't think you'd struggle to kill a naive girl like Valentina," he says bitterly.
"I can explain," I reply, trying to keep my composure, but I know damn well Mateo picked up on the crack in my voice.
"It's fine. Just make sure her daddy doesn't find out, or else we're both dead," he answers calmly.
"Whatever you're thinking, Mateo, it's wrong. Any crazy analysis you're doing is incorrect," I respond, attempting to mimic Mateo's calm, neutral tone.
Mateo is someone I care for deeply. He's smart—*extremely* smart—but lacks the ability to pick up a gun and pull the trigger. Not that it matters—he's so rich, he can pay people to do it for him.
"I'm paying half."
*Fuck.*
It's not that I need the other half. I could easily grab a shit ton of money from my drawer and survive, but I'm a greedy man. I'm obsessed with any excuse to hold onto more money, no matter the circumstance.
I never said I was a saint.
Nor do I want that reputation.
Mateo continues to ramble on about his deal with Alfredo Garcia, complaining about the old man's inability to comprehend three words without dozing off.
"Why did you marry her if you were planning on killing her?" I ask.
"I wanted her father's weapons. It was a decent deal—Mr. Garcia gets my great advice, and I get the weapons I require," he explains.
"And you were willing to kill an innocent girl for that?" There's an edge of overprotectiveness in my voice, and I try to hide it, but I'm sure the asshole heard it as clear as day.
"Easy there, it sounds like you've got a crush on her," he teases. I feel like punching him in the face.
"I don't have a crush on anyone. I'm not sixteen."
A loud laugh echoes before I end the call, hoping he gets the hint.
I head back to my room and catch a glimpse of charcoal-black hair that makes my heart race. A small laugh echoes as Hanzo deliberately walks beside her, flashing me a teasing grin.
