Taking Down The Mob

Jason

 I stick my key into lock and twist.

Click.

I pull out the key and open the door, shutting it behind me.

Something's not right. I slip my hand into my pocket slowly, extracting my pocket knife.

Footsteps?

I spin around, whipping out the blade. I put the freshly sharpened side against her throat.

Her?

"Kolli?"

She smirks at me.

"Nice to see you too, Jason."

I put the blade away, strolling into the kitchen.

"Do I want to know how you got into my apartment?"

"I've been around gangs all my life. A simple lock isn't going to stop me from getting what and where I want."

Damn. She jumps up and plants her butt on the counter.

"Then what do you want exactly?"

"Are you in the position where you can up and move in the blink of an eye?"

"Not really. Why?"

Her face falls momentarily at this statement.

"Never mind. It was a stupid thought."

She tries to slip off the surface but I move to block her. One leg is on either side of my body.

"Tell me why."

"Fight me."

"I'll win. Now tell me."

She looks at me with an offended expression on her face.

"You really think that you're going to win in a fight against me?"

"Positive."

"Okay. Let's make this fun. If I win, you have to move with me."

Strange request.

"And if I win?"

She tilts her head back and laughs. I fight back the urge to lean in and kiss her neck.

"You aren't going to win, but you can try."

"Sleep with me."

I render her speechless at my words. I smirk at her.

"Deal or no deal?"

She regains her composure and sticks out her hand.

"Deal."

Oh this is going to be so much fun.

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