SINISTER DESIRES

10 | Dinner

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Creeping -sped up ver.

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Elena

Sounds of clanging of forks and spoons, laughter and chatting, could be heard in the dining hall. I found herself stuck sitting in between Pablo and you guessed it Nico.

I tried not to steal glances at him but I couldn't help it. I mean he's Sexy but he's the bad guy.

Elena stop this madness his in the mafia I am an FBI agent. We can't mix FOCUS!!!

I sighed as my thoughts about him still continued

Pablo and the other men on the table where conversing with each other. Sharing their opinions on matters like; politics, business and so on. The ladies where obviously talking about, bags, dresses, vacations, partying and whatnot.

I just sat there staring at them like a predator observing it's prey. I needed to know who I can use to get more Intel about this supposed Salvatore family. Even though the dude who rules it is sitting just right beside me.

Ughh, I thought it would be kind of fun listening to them but I was wrong. Its BORING!!!

I turned to Pablo, he was conversing with a middle aged man with a few sands of grey hair. He didn't even keep me company or anything. Not that I care but still, I feel like I am wasting my precious time here.

I let out a shaky breath, shivers running down my spine. What the fuck just happened. I felt a warm sensation on my left thigh. Slowly, I looked down to see what it was.

Long veiny fingers that was endowed with a single silver ring. I shuddered at the thought of it belonging to Nico. I traced his fingers to his arms then his face. What the actual fuck

He just kept conversing with a younger guy sitting next to him, like he wasn't doing anything under the table.

I pushed his hand off my thigh and he just chuckled.

This son of a bitch.

I hate the fact that I feel this way.

Ughh. Elena not now. DUTY COMES BEFORE HEART, DUTY. COMES. BEFORE. HEART

I kept chanting it like a mantra in my head. Trying to keep perverse thoughts at bay. It worked, surprisingly. But not for long.

You know that feeling when you feel somebody's staring at you, like they want to bore a hole in your head. Yeah, that's what's going on. I clenched my fist tightly. A part of me wanted to punch this guy in the face, and a part of me wanted him. I tried my best not to look up at him, as I still felt his penetrating gaze on me. I don't even know how he really looks like, his mask was kind of unique though. It covered about half and quater of his face, giving off a mystery vibe.

I unconsciously licked my lips as I played with my food. Not that the food was not delicious, it was really good, but I can't eat when this Greek god is staring at me. I heard him curse and I smirked. So I do have an effect on him.