Valor

Chapter 10

*TW mature content!!! (it has finally begun....)

The cheap tequila in this drink tastes like gasoline, but when does it not. I normally love doing recon missions. I get to dress up and go out most of the time to clubs, bars, and casinos to just watch my prey. This time feels different though. My target is sitting in the VIP section with what looks like two underage girls on his lap. I can't see from here where his hands are, but it doesn't take a genius to guess. It makes me sick seeing these rich assholes taking advantage of these poor girls who, if they had the chance, would run far far away from them.

They remind me of Casey and I wish I could save them all, but I have to get those thoughts out of my head if I want to get the info I need.

This guy's security is insane. His two main guys guard him like barnacles which means that whatever I do to take this guy out can't be close contact. I'm thinking long range, but that would mean a lot of planning when it comes to the gala. It also means I'd have to have a lot of confidence in my sniper skills, but lucky for me, I am pretty amazing.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing here all alone?"

I can already tell by the sound of the voice that whoever decided to grace me with their presence is a slimy greaseball. When I turn around, I am proved right. Guys like this come to these clubs to prey on girls and get their sex fix of women in skimpy clothes. It's honestly disgusting.

"I'm not interested, thanks." I say giving him a slight smile and turning back around to watch Mark Cortova.

"Awe, come on sweetheart." The man whines. I'm about to turn around to tell him to get lost when I feel his hand graze my hip and it makes my spine stiffen. Oh hell no.

"She said she's not interested." A low voice growls. I whip around to see the wide-eyed slimy man being choked by none other than Kai Valor. He's dressed in jeans, a tight black shirt and combat boots. The shirt doesn't hide his ripped figure or the extensive tattoos that decorate the entirety of his body.

"Kai" My voice comes out breathless, and with the pounding music I would expect him not to hear, but he turns his head towards me. There's a predatory gleam in his eyes as he rakes his gaze up and down my body.

As I said before, I love doing recon missions because I get to dress up and act like a normal girl in her 20s. I threw on a tight black dress that barely covers my ass and makes no move to hide my cleavage. Normally a dress like this would scares me a little because it shows off a few of my scars, but at least the worst of them are covered.

Kai is quick to drop the man growling, "Leave." It seems to work instantly, the guy basically runs in the opposite direction, and to be honest, I probably would to if I was confronted with someone like Kai.

He turns towards me, pulling me in by my hips until my body is flush with his. I don't even fight him, in fact I lean into his touch as his fingers dig into my waist. He leans his head in, skimming his nose along my neck and nose, inhaling deeply. It makes me shiver and my grip on his biceps tightens until I'm sure I'm leaving crescent marks from my nails on his skin.

"I'm working Kai." I mumble in his ear which makes him pull away and look into my eyes. There is nothing but pure hunger there, but also a little bit of anger.

"You're done now." He says matter of factly and I want to slap him across the face and tell him he has no right to come here and tell me what to do. What do I do? I nod. I fucking nod!

I have no idea the pull these men have over me, but it makes my legs weak and my brain fuzzy. I feel like I'm high when I'm around these men, and I can't say I don't crave it.