Deadly Temptations

Chapter 3: Capture The Flag

Lexa Callero's POV

After an hour of driving in circles and turns, to make sure I can't be followed from the gala, I make it to the mansion which is our main base here in America. Punching in a 20 digit code and being greeted with guards does get old after a while, but I guess that's the price we have to pay for luxury.

I quietly enter the estate, not bothering to change out of my dress before deciding to inform my father on the successful mission, even though it shouldn't come as a surprise. It's nothing unusual that he would be up at this hour. I walk up the long staircase and knock of my father's office door.

"Enter," he announces, and I do.

"Jonas Hollander has been eliminated," I say, knowing that I have to be formal around my father, as strange as that sounds. No one can disrespect him, not even his daughter.

"Thank you, Lexa. Tomorrow we will be picking up a new shipment of weapons. The Americans have an intel on it, so it's safe to assume we will have an encounter with them. I expect you to accompany us, so go get some rest. I'll inform you of your next mission after the shipment," my father expressionlessly says.

I love picking up shipments. It's much more than simply transporting the packages. Almost every time we seem to be fighting for it with another gang. Fighting is one of my fortes. I enjoy it even more then seducing. I'm not forced to pretend; I can be my entire self while I'm freely killing whoever I want.

What intrigues me, though, is the mention of the American Mafia joining us. The last time we fought over a shipment with them was almost five years ago. Seeing Hollander tonight was actually the first in those five years. And I can't say he has changed much, besides the new tattoos I could view, crawling down his sleeves.

From his dark hair, his devious green eyes, his sharp features and tense muscles, I can see why my naive high school self couldn't resist getting him in bed. Being young, I couldn't see much past looks, which is all he is. That is the only good quality about him, and I despise everything else.

I'm older now, and much smarter. I know that choosing my legacy over some high school boy was the right choice to make, and I'll never turn back. Seeing him next tomorrow should make the shipment much more fun. And I'd be lying if I say I'm not excited to get to beat his ass.

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When I wake up the next morning, it's already 4 PM. The ball did last until the sun rose yesterday, so I can't say I'm surprised. After taking a quick shower, I dress in all black with a bulletproof vest under. The rule is that we have to dress dark when we go to pick up shipments, but dark is my usual attire when I'm not on a mission as well.

I don't even bother putting my black wig on, seeing as I'm not going undercover. I also want the Americans to know who they're fucking with. I make sure to hide my toys—weapons—in my sleeves, with some ammo in my pockets. I hope I get to use some on Kace, but I can't decide if I'd rather shoot him or stab him. I guess I'll wing it.