{ON HOLD} cutthroat ➳ luke hemmings

ten.

"What else on Hemmings?" Abel asked as we sat in the all too familiar room in the same building. I needed a change of scenery.

"I don't know what to tell you," I threw my hands up in defeat. "I'm not too sure what you expect. We aren't even dating. He isn't going to give me any information that you need right now."

"Then you should just kill him," A guy suggested. I shrugged even though my stomach sank.

"No, no," Abel put a hand up to stop him. "She needs to keep doing what she's doing. Make him fall in love."

"She's a nineteen year old girl," Another guy said and I rolled my eyes. "She's gonna fall in love with him and it's gonna turn to shit."

"This isn't a fucking soap opera, Isaac. Shut the fuck up," Abel yelled at him. Isaac. "She can handle her own. Right, Jo?"

"Of course I can," I scoffed and then told the biggest lie I could tell. "I'm not stupid. Besides, I don't even like him."

"Good," Abel nodded. "Now I don't expect you to have this job done by June tenth since we're taking the more... scenic route."

"So when does it need to be done?" I questioned. It didn't matter. I wasn't doing this to Luke.

"I'm not going to put a time stamp on it right now," Abel folded his hands and placed them on the table. "But don't drag it out."

"Alright," I nodded. "So what information am I trying to find out exactly?"

"Just some insight of what's going on with Crimson," Isaac butted in. He was fucking annoying.

"Exactly, thanks Isaac," Abel rolled his eyes at him and then looked back at me. "How things are running. Who's importing. Exporting. Just get it done."

"These instructions are very vague," I chuckled, twirling my braid around my finger.

"How fucking hard can it be to make him fall in love with someone like you?" Abel slammed his hand down on the stack of papers in front of him. "He's not exactly a catch."

That isn't true. Luke is the perfect catch. I'd choose to be with him over anyone. He's amazing. And I wanted to tell him that. But I'd probably get thrown out of the window if I did.

"I will get on it," I nodded, standing up out of the black leather chair, it squeaking with every movement. "A pleasure as always, Abel."

"Drop the fucking sarcasm," Abel growled at me. I rolled my eyes. "I'm not your friend."

"And I'm not yours," I smirked, trying to walk out of the door but he got up and stood in front of me.

"You're fucking pushing it with me," He gritted his teeth as he stood in front of me.

"Who crapped in your cornflakes?" I laughed at him.

"I'd shut up if I were you," He smirked at me. I wasn't intimidated in the slightest. It was quite cringy actually.

"You're not me though, so..." I shrugged. There's no way he was making me feel stupid.

"There's nothing stopping me from killing you right now," He got closer to my face.

"Except for the fact you paid me $300,000 up front," I smiled sarcastically, tilting my head to the side. "Go on and kill me. Do the job your damn self. Make Hemmings fall in love with you."

"You forget how dangerous I am," Abel continued to talk to me. Everyone in the room was staring at us, waiting on him to lash out.

"You forget how dangerous I am," I repeated. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a gang member to go fuck."

"You better not catch feelings for him, Jo," He said as I pushed past him to walk out. I stopped in the doorway before I left.

"I'd have to have a heart for that, Abel."

———

"I can't stop thinking about you," Luke said on the other end of the line.

"Oh really?" I asked, smirking as I walked around my apartment while on the phone with him. "What are you thinking about?"

"Unspeakable things, baby girl," he chuckled lowly. It made me blush, making me want him here.

"Hmm, I believe you can speak of them," I nodded to myself, breathing deeply.

"I could," he said slowly. "Or I could come show you."

"Maybe you could," I but my lip, sitting down on my couch. "Or maybe I could play hard to get and tell you not to come over."

"I don't think you want to do that," He said and I took a deep breath in.

"And why not?" I asked him, getting more turned on with every word he said.

"Because I know how I make you feel," He breathed harshly. "So good."

"Oh, getting cocky now, are we?" I chuckled as I fixed my position on the couch.

"Cocky? Oh no, baby. Never," I could tell he was smirking. His dimples were probably showing. Oh fuck. I couldn't resist him. Who in their right mind could?

"I think I'm gonna go to bed," I smiled to myself, an idea popping into my head.

"No. I want to talk to you," He pleaded.

"I said I'm gonna go to bed," I repeated myself. "I won't be wearing anything. What happens next is up to you. But I hope it involves you inside of me."

"Oh," Luke gulped. I could tell that caught him off guard but that was sort of my thing. "I will-uh, be there as soon as I can."

"Make it fast," I said seductively before hanging up the phone.

I couldn't quite explain what Luke done to me. He made me crazy. But crazy in a way I wanted to be. I've never paid attention to a guy for this long.

He meant something to me whether I liked it or not. Whether Abel liked it or not.