His Girl

37 ~ Sentimenti

Spencer's POV

We finally catch up with her. The whole gang had their guns drawn, we weren't taking any chances.

Boss cocks his gun and aims it at Courtney's back.

"Courtney, put your hands above your head." Boss orders.

She tries reaching for something but Mark was too quick. He was immediately behind her with his gun pointed in between her shoulder blades.

"Courtney, put your hands up." Boss repeats. At least he isn't losing his cool.

Courtney slowly moves her hands above her head and Mark pulls his gun off her back.

"Turn around," boss orders. She slowly turns around and her face was filled with complete shock. She obviously didn't except the whole mafia to be after her. Let alone the whole mafia putting their guns at her.

She just stands there, with her hands above her head, staring at boss.

"Alright, two of my guns are missing. Where are they?" Boss demands.

She remained silent. Her silence is speaking volumes.

"Courtney answer the question." Boss snaps.

"L-left sock," She stutters. Is she scared of us? Well, I suppose I would be, if the whole Italian mafia was pointing their guns at me. I should keep the fear placed in her. She really needs to stop running!

I walk towards her and bend down. Sure enough, in her left sock was one of the hand guns missing. But where's the other one. Other sock? Shoe? Other parts of her body? I pull both her socks and shoes off. I search them but there wasn't any gun.

"That explains one gun. Where's the other one?" Boss snaps. Where is the other one?

She just shakes her head. Meaning she won't tell us? Doesn't have it? Dumped it?

"Courtney, where's the fucking gun!?"

"I d-don't h-have it."

She looks at the grass as soon as she said that. Lying much! Don't make it obvious or anything.

"Courtney, where is the gun?" Boss asks again. She lifted her glance off the grass and looks boss directly in the eyes. 

"I don't have it!" I only took one gun and shoved it in my sock." She snaps. Whoa, she's kinda hot when she's mad. What am I thinking! I CAN'T like her. What the hell am I thinking? She's just some slut, we're looking after! 

I look over at boss and he gives me a nod. I make my way back over to Courtney and she visibly tenses.

"Take your clothes off," I order. I try to suppress my laughter at her face. What must be going through her mind right now!

"I'm not going to ask again. If you don't have the gun, there's nothing to worry about."

She slowly and reluctantly starts to unbutton her jeans and slides them off. I immediately grab them and feel the pockets. Nothing. Maybe she only took one gun? I look up to see Courtney still with her top on and visible worrying. Maybe she does have it. "Keep going," I snap.

She reluctantly starts to pull the hem of her top up and pulls it over her head.

As the top fell I could see why she was so worried. A knife in her bra? Doesn't explain the gun though. She has got a good b- What am I thinking? I'm not falling for her! She's not hot! Keep the fear that's already there, inside her.