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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Kace Hollander's POV
There's something about her. There's something about that snow haired little devil that makes my mind spiral. With every move she makes, with every step, every word, every kiss, I beg to claim her again. She holds so much power over me in just her little finger.
And I can't fucking stand it.
Since when am I, Kace Hollander, heir to the deadliest American mafia, under some pathetic little girl's influence. Since when am I one to be trapped under the embrace of a woman. That woman being non other then my greatest enemy.
I'm a deadly, ruthless, manipulative murderer. Anything to distract me out of my strict mindset is something that must be eliminated. Lexa Callero is surely no exception. But if that were true, why do I let her live?
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There she stands in front of my doorway with a murderous glint in her stormy gray eyes and her arms folded tensely against her chest and a cigarette on her lips. Apart from those eyes, no emotion appears on her face which is a skill she's thoroughly mastered.
We haven't spoken since our...time...at the Halloween party. She disappeared through the woods after Elena interrupted us, and left the party early.
She's dressed in mission attire, dark red and black showing a bit of her cleavage and the weapons dancing around her body. Her gorgeous white hair flows elegantly behind her, to which I decide I definitely prefer over that dark wig.
"I need your help," she speaks firmly, confidently. She's a woman who knows what she wants, and is used to getting it.
I raise and eyebrow and smirk, wondering what the devilish vixen Lexa Callero could possibly need help for.
"You are an American, meaning you are an excellent hacker," she states, although it's more of a confirmation to check if her knowledge is correct.
I slightly raise my head in response, indicating that her information is correct.
"I need to break through a safe house of the Russians. It's for shipment information that they've got new intel on. Hacking is the only way in," she formally says again, keeping her arms folded across her body.
It's honestly pretty strange to hear Lexa speak like that. With every word she says, there's almost always a hint of seduction in her voice. Especially when she's wanting something, the most common way for her to get it is with seduction. So it sounds very foreign to hear her speak with absolutely no initiated flirt.
"What's in it for me," I smirk, leaning against the door frame and lighting a cigarette. She blows out a puff at the same time.
"Figured you'd ask that," Lexa says as she pushes passed my shoulder and walks inside my apartment.
She looks around at the interior with her back still faced towards me and smokes out a puff. I close the door and curiously walk deeper into my apartment behind her.
She turns around, only to take a step backwards to widen the already far distance between us. I smirk, realizing the reason she's being so formal. It's funny to think that this femme fatale has to go through these measures just to make sure she's able to stay in control around me.
"This shipment, your mafia was also supposed to get a share on it. But the Russians broke the deal they had with you Americans," she says once she's satisfied with the distance.
My eyes widen at her statement. That's the shipment she's talking about? My mafia had a deal with the Russians to get a share on the delivery. I haven't been informed much about it, due to my current time consuming mission, but I've heard that they have a new intel about it, and went back on their deal.
I know my father is currently stressing about this, not knowing where the Russians are keeping the new shipment information, but I'm now being informed that Lexa's Italians do.
"Only us Italians know where the intel is, but only you Americans have the capability to hack in. Trust me, I hate it just as much as you do, but us working together is the only way to get the shipment," she firmly says with a puff.
I nod without a second glance and walk around the apartment, grabbing my weapons and securely tucking them in my body while Lexa walks out and waits outside.
I know it's not a good idea for me and Lexa to be on the same side for once, but the shipment is more important than keeping my distance.
I walk out of the apartment to see her standing there, lighting yet another cigarette to calm her nerves. I've never seen her this anxious before, and it's surely not a good look on her.
"Your lungs are probably darker than your torture methods with the rate you're at right now," I chuckle, walking ahead of her as we quickly pace to my car.
"Fuck off, you're no better. Both ways," she collectedly states again puffing as we get to the elevator.
Once the elevator door closes, I snatch the cigarette out of her hands before she tries to take another breath.
"Shit's bad for you," I casually say as I take a puff out of her cigarette that's now in my hands. She grunts and tries to snatch it back, but I throw it to the floor and step it out once I finish it
"Fanculo, Kace! That was my last one you little shit!" she pushes me by my neck so my back hits the elevator wall. She doesn't keep me pinned, knowing how it always turns out when she does.
"Why do you need them so bad right now?" I seductively say as I grab her waist and pin her against the wall.
She looks everywhere but my face, trying to keep control of herself.
"Cause I make you nervous, little devil?" I flirtatiously ask again, tucking a strand of her snow hair away from her face.
"Nervous? Me? That's a joke. Now get the fuck away from me before I rip out your eye sockets," she chuckles out, still refusing to look into my eyes,
"Your mouth says one thing but your body says another," I smirk, slowly leaning in closer. She immediately tenses up, her confident demeanor fading.
I steadily lean closer and closer, teasing her as she pretends to take more interest on the wall. I'm eventually close enough that our faces touch, but not our lips. She closes her eyes and shakes her head, as if having a mental battle with herself. Just before I can get any closer, the elevator door rings and opens, to which I depart from Lexa and casually make my way out.
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