Killing Him

Chapter 11

He looked at me, and then the two large men sprawled on the ground and a smile flittered to his face. He looked up and said, "I don't think we need to help you much, do we?"

I snickered and looked up at him, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "Nah, I think I've got it under control."

He quirked an eyebrow and chuckled, "Well damn, everyone else has fucking fled."

I gave him a look and turned around. Damn. No one was standing here anymore except me and him.

"I'm Leighton," he said stepping up and reaching out his hand. He had a tattoo on the inside of his wrist. I couldn't make it out though.

"Valentina." I took his hand in mine and he gently squeezed it.

"Where in the actual hell did you learn to fight like that? That was... Amazing." He bit his lip and raised his eyebrows. Damn.

"Self-defense," I lied.

"Wanna go get coffee or something? It's cold and I'm sure you aren't feeling the best right now." He nodded his head towards his range rover and gave me a half smile.

"Why the hell not?"

LEIGHTONS P.O.V.

She climbed into the passenger seat, her jeans shaping her body perfectly. She was muscular as hell, but in a lean way. She grabbed the top of my car and I saw her muscles flex and become defined. She had tattoos. Damn. She looked at me and I quickly looked ahead, worried that she had caught me staring.

"Starbucks ok?" I asked.

"I'm a white girl. Yes it's completely fine."

I laughed and looked at her. She looked back at me with a small smile and big blue eyes. God how can I even describe them? They were a light blue, the color of tears in the ocean. And then around the iris she had a blast of gold, brighter than the horizon. I looked away, once again staring. I heard her .give a breathless laugh.

I was hopelessly attracted to this girl already and I barely knew her. We pulled up to Starbucks and we both ordered venti vanilla frappes. I wasn't a big coffee fan but I gulped it down anyways.

We ended up in the park just walking in the deserted darkness. We talked and walked for hours, just telling little facts about ourselves and it was nice really. Just me. Her. The moon. Her empty vanilla frappe cup swinging in her hand. I couldn't help but string my fingers through hers. She looked down and my hand enfolding her tiny one. I stroked the tattoo on her hand and that's when she grabbed me by the collar and pressed her lips against mine. I moaned and kissed her back hungrily. She bit and pulled my bottom lip. I ended up on the bench with her straddling me, her tongue in my mouth searching for god knows what. I gripped her ass and traveled my hands up to her long dark hair. I wrapped a fistful of it around my hand and pulled her head closer to mine. She moaned and pulled back. I opened my eyes and hers were right by mine.

"Fuck you have some pretty eyes."

"Fuck you have a nice face."

"Well so do you."

"Thanks pudding," she smirked.

She stood up and I covered up my noticeable bulge. She laughed and shrugged. "Call me sometimes."

"I don't have your number."

"Yes you do," she whispered with a devilish glint.

She looked at my coat and I looked and we looked. I dug in my pockets til I found a crumpled piece of paper with a number and 'V' written on it. I looked up and she was gone.