NERVES OF STEEL

CHAPTER 43- A DEN OF LIONS

                    While scrolling through the city's surveillance cameras that was connected to his computer the night before, Russo had come across two couple by some food cart. Initially, he had been checking for unusual or criminal activities but then the female caught his attention.

Her dress....

                   Wasn't that the same dress Diane had worn to the old people's home with him just two days ago? He zoomed closer till he caught sight of her face and who the hell was the prick standing beside her? He felt annoyed. She was laughing so loud, he bet the dude wasn't even that funny.

                 How could she go on a date with some other guy when they had just shared a passionate kiss a few days ago? Didn't that mean something to her? Why was he feeling cheated on? Get it together, Man. Russo frowned as he went further and looked at who the overzealous fucker was but he could see his face clearly underneath his cap.

            The man seemed like a calm gentleman. Unlike him, who had people prostrating with every step he took. Could that be why she choose to go out with him?

"Care to explain to me who the hell your date last night was?"
He watched her face turn pale with surprise.
"How do you know about him?"
"Wasn't intentional believe me." Russo said, leaning against the office desk, arm crossed as he awaited her response. Like he deserved one.
"What do you wanna know?" She asked, rather tauntingly.
"Who is he?"
Diane smiled. "No proper definition yet but we're getting there."
Russo looked away with a mocking smirk before turning his gaze back at the woman in front of him. "Apologize to him for the time wasted."
"Why would I do that?"
"Don't you realize that you're someone else's?"

               She blinked confused. She had better be feigning that look. He thought, a scowl building up between his brows. Her facial expression relaxed and she smiled up at him, mocking him, if he was correct. No one mocks me.

"Who?" Diane asked, leaning forward. "I wonder who he is. Who could he be?" She asked, finding pleasure in seeing the veins in his crossed arms, bulging with irritation. Good! She was getting under his skin. Maybe taunting this Man might just be her newly found hobby.
"Is he tall? Short? Light skinned or dark? Famous or private? Maybe I'd even be willing to give him a kiss if only I knew who he was." She was smirking by now. "Too bad....seems he doesn't exist."

                Having just about enough, Russo reached out behind her neck and yanked her close to himself, erupting a small gasp from those tempting lips. After the last time, he wouldn't mind stealing another moment.

"You're staring at him."
The words were a low growl vibrating from the depths of his throat. His voice sounded so sensual that she couldn't help but stare down at his lips.
"Your tauntings are adorable but there will come a time where certain punishments will be attached to them." He smirked out pure sadism, causing her to swallow the nervous gulp down her throat. "Now, I'll need you to be a good little sweetheart and go apologize to the fucker for precious time wasted."
"What if I don't want to?" She dared to ask.

                 Russo smiled. His tigress also had a thing for sadism, didn't she? That would explain why her questions would go directly to the way she wanted him to answer them. Only, what he had on one was worse. Much worse.

"He made you smile. Laugh in fact." He frowned, moving his hand to the back of her hair as he grabbed tightly onto it, bringing her face closer to his. She hissed out in pain. "Mercy is letting him still walk around with his limbs intact. He should be crawling in his own blood, darling."
"You're the General. You wouldn't abuse your power on innocent civilians. It's against the law."
"I thought so too. Until I realized that anyone else who has the audacity to make you feel something towards them, anything at all, should be battered and hanged. This is the worst crime can commit from now on and I'll be serving judgement myself."
"You don't have the guts to do such a...."
He further tightened his grip on her hair, causing her words to end in a painful groan. "Talk out of place again. One more time, tiger. I dare you and see if this won't be made into an official constitution."
"What?" Her eyes flew wide open. He wasn't kidding? Oh shit! He wasn't.
"You'll end all ties with him the next time you see him."
"I think I very much know what I would like to do with my life, thank you."
"Mhmm. I thought I asked nicely. Who's the arrogant bum now?"
"You are."
"Hopeless as ever." Russo chuckled lightly and without warning, he took her lips in his once again.