Due to growing up with a deadbeat drunk father, Anaya Flores has always despised men.
When a mysterious woman who scams corrupt wealthy businessmen seeks her out for a job, she gladly accepts.
It isn't until she meets her latest assignment; an und...
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"I'm entering," I say lowly to my comms, my senses on alert.
"Good, don't lose your temper." Tony reminds me as I approach the specific area that Dimitri agreed to meet me at. What he doesn't know is that Tony, Austin, Amir, and Davina are parked in a van a couple blocks away on standby, listening to every word that's about to be said.
A secure gate closes as soon as I'm inside. I raise my arms up as I'm patted down by his men for weapons and they nod when I come up clear. I don't mind being unarmed since I know several ways to kill a man with my own two hands. I clench my jaw as they guide me through a dimly lit bar with naked women dancing on middle aged men sitting in booths. The place is extremely guarded with men standing at each exit.
I try to keep my cool as I near the table at which Dimitri sits. Relaxed and at ease, not aware of the fire blazing inside of my chest. He stands up to shake my hand with an arrogant grin plastered on his face.
"Mr. Malik, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
It takes everything in me not to throw him to the ground and end his life right then. I ignore his hand and take a seat. I'm rigid and tense not in the mood for his games. He chuckles at my behavior and snaps his fingers after pulling out a cigar. A woman dressed in sultry pantyhose appears almost instantly with a lighter in her hands. She smiles while bending down and giving him a good view of her cleavage before lighting the end. He inhales sharply and relaxes in his seat. He offers me one as well.
"No thanks." I say with no emotion. Dimitri shrugs and waves the woman away before leaning in.
"Now, what can I help you with?" He asks like he doesn't already know.
"You know exactly why I'm here Dimitri." I say.
"Hmm, nothing rings a bell. Perhaps you'd like to refresh my memory?" He asks. I take a much needed breath before clenching my fists.
"There's a girl that you recently acquired that doesn't belong to you."
"Ah yes, feisty little Naya." He licks his lips. "I've never seen such an exotic beauty like her before." I slam my fist on the table and within seconds I'm surrounded by five men with their guns out ready to kill me on their boss's orders. Dimitri chuckles dryly.
"Calm down Zayn," Davina says from my comms.
"I'm giving you the chance to return her to me before I unleash hell on you." I warn him while sighing.
"I can't really do that because she killed one of my own. And well, to be honest I've grown quite attached to her." He smiles. "But if you're interested I could sell you one of my more finer girls," He points to a woman touching herself while she dances to the beat of the music. She's dressed in all white lingerie as if to make her more pure. Most of the men eye her with desire yet I feel nothing. I only have one woman in my mind, and no one else can make me feel the way she does.
