Seduction: a fine art of manipulation and temptation, used to lure your prey. That's how Lexa Callero, the deadly and sadistic first born daughter of the Italian Mafia leader, sees the world. Her prey....
Her enemy, Kace Hollander, the ruthless and...
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Lexa Callero's POV
"Do what you do best bitch," she chuckles and secretly hands me a pill, to which I put in my mouth and hide under my tongue.
The pill is harmless unless it's swallowed.
"Hey, babe," I say flirtatiously, slowly walking around the bouncer and dragging my hands along his shoulders.
He immediately tenses up and shivers, staring at my body in awe. Pervitito.
"I'm a little lost...do you think you can help me?" I say once I turn back to face him.
I get on my tippy toes, adding more height to my five inch heals. His head dips down to stare at my breasts, liking the close proximity.
"Y-yes.." he responds, not really paying attention to my words, and only my body, like all men. At least I know how to use it to my advantage.
"Could you escort me to the lady's room?" I whisper close to his ear.
My lips trail down his earlobe as my body presses up against him. Meanwhile, Viola is sneaking through the door behind him. She gives me a thumbs up and I nod I'm return.
"Yesss," the bouncer slurs his words, and grabs my waist as he leads me to the lady's room.
Damn, I would assume that an American Mafia member wouldn't be so easy to trick. Quite pathetic if you ask me.
We get to the door of the restroom, and I shove him against the wall, still in the hallway. He lets me dominate him as I get close to his face hold him still.
He ends up being the one to grab the back of my head crash his lips against mine, and I take the opportunity to shove the pills into his mouth. Luckily, he doesn't notice and I place my hand on his throat to make sure he swallows.
When I feel the lump drift down his neck, I waste no time to to push off of him and put my finger on his lips.
"It's been fun, maybe next time," I pout, leaving him confused.
I turn to walk away from he grabs my arm and pins me to the wall.
"I don't think so," he grunts as hands roam my body. I think the fuck not.
"Listen here carefully, fucker..." I say lowly, looking him dead in the eyes. "I'm going to give you one chance, and one chance only to get your saggy arms off me. If you refuse, the ending wont be fucking pretty."
He completely ignores my statement and proceeds to kiss my neck, forcefully keeping me pinned me to the wall. Wrong choice.
In a flash, I divert my arm and pivot him sideways. I then push him through the restroom door and he stumbles back, falling on his ass.
He quickly gets up and raises his hand to hit me. But I grab his arm with both of my hands, putting so much pressure that his arm snaps. At the same time, my leg snakes around his waist and I harshly shove him to the ground.
"You will regret this, you bitch!" He screams at me as he tries to sweep his leg below mine.
I easily jump over and land on top of him, my knees digging into his ribs. He yells in pain but I have much worse to come for this sick fucker.
I grab one of my knives from my thigh strap and dig it into his shoulder. I don't waste any time to hear his screech of agony before I grab another knife and dig it into his other shoulder.
Both his arms go limp and the little pussy does nothing more than cry like a fucking baby as he lays still on the floor.
I originally thought I'd make it easy for the bitch and let him die a painless death with the pill I gave him. That plan scratched right when he decided to try to force himself onto me. What a waste of a pill.
I bring out a third knife from my thigh, and push it against his neck. Slightly cutting him, but not quite enough for him to die.
"What's your name," I ask seriously, looking him cold in the eye.
And doesn't respond and continues to cry at the knives in his shoulder. I wait four seconds before getting angry at the impatience.
"ANSWER ME!" I scream in his face at the same I plunge the knife straight into his thigh.
His shrieks are louder than ever and he almost immediately responds, knowing what the consequences will be if he doesn't.
"Elden Croste. Fucking shit!" He curses in pain in between his sobs.
I pull the knife out of his leg and place it back up to his throat.
"Lexa Callero, pleasure to meet you," I casually say with a playful smile as I slowly dig the knife into his throat.
"Fuck," he whispers under his breath, his eyes slowly rolling to the back of his head. Dead.
I take out my smallest and sharpest knife, and scar my signature letter into his forehead, just the ordinary bloody 'X.'
Once I finish, I stand up and shrug the nonexistent dust off my shoulder. I pull my knives out of his shoulders and wash them, making sure the leave the one I ended him with to stay bloody.
To my surprise, I find a black marker below the sink counter. I take it and write 'Elden Croste' on the handle.
I securely tuck in my knives back to my strap, careful not to touch the bloody one to my dress.
I walk out of the bathroom, and brake the handle behind me, automatically locking anyone out from going in. I wouldn't want any murder malfunction to ruin the fun I plan on having tonight.
I write 'out of order' on the door with the black marker, and toss it to the side. Then, I strut down the hallway as if nothing even happened, lighting a cigarette and bringing it up to my lips.
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