Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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Am I absolutely fucking crazy? Yes.
Have I come to terms that I'm absolutely fucking crazy? Yes.
Because only a crazy person would willingly leave with a man with blood all over him. A man who most likely has ties to the mafia or at least could be the Don. Also, I still have no clue what his real name is, and he has yet to offer it. No matter how great my hacking skills are, I just can't seem to get any information on him.
If I want to know more about him, I will have to do it the old-fashioned way. Even though that means putting myself in danger, I can't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him. His presence is both terrifying and exhilarating.
As we near his home, which is literally in the middle of westbubbafuck, I pull out my phone, ready to send off my location to Lynn, but I'm not getting a signal. I try to open one of the software I created to help me hack into whatever signaling jammer they have, but no luck.
"My compound is highly and heavily guarded. You won't get a signal out here," he states with a smirk that makes my heart do a weird little flip-flop. "Safety precautions, you understand."
Great, kidnapped by a possibly-mafia dude, and now officially off the grid. Just what I needed tonight.
"Do you think a signal jammer is really necessary?" I huff, crossing my arms.
"It's unnecessary most of the time, but since I have a special guest who happens to be a damn good hacker—it's necessary tonight. I only want to fuck you tonight, not kill you," He answers and my head snaps in his direction.
"Kill me? Why the fuck would you want to kill me?" I let out an annoyed breath.
"You hack my systems and things go missing or sent out to my enemies. I'll have to kill kiddo." He responds without hesitation.
"Well, tonight's your lucky night. Because I also came to get fucked and not killed."
"Welcome to my humble abode," he says as we finally stop in front of a massive set of iron gates that look like they could withstand a nuclear strike. Humble my ass, I think, but keep the sarcasm to myself for now. The gates open slowly, revealing a mansion that could rival Versailles, except with way more security cameras and guys with guns patrolling the walls.
As we walk towards the front door, it hits me—I'm standing on the lion's den's welcome mat, and there's no telling when or if I'll be going home. But curiosity is part of my charm, right? Or maybe it's just another facet of my craziness.
Inside, the foyer is just as lavish as the exterior promised. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and art that look suspiciously stolen from museums. "You live here alone?" I ask, trying not to sound too impressed or nosy at the same time.
"No," he responds simply as he leads me down a hallway. Before I can speak again, he takes my hand and leads me up the stairs.
"I didn't bring you here for small talk or to learn about each other's preferences. You're here so I can become intimately familiar with your body." Every word he says is calculated, meant to unsettle or excite, and I can't deny that it's working.
