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...
"You can't make people love you, but you can make them fear you."
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Lexa Callero's POV
"Mother fu—" I grunt before cutting myself off and grabbing my hands through my hair. I swear to god that cagna will be the death of me. So much for keeping my fucking control.
My little tantrum ends and I walk out, following behind him. We don't speak a word as we get into the car and pull off, but the bitch grins the whole fucking time. He better watch his back, I'll get him for that.
I see a pack of cigarettes in his car, and take one. He rolls his eyes but doesn't say a word. Judge me all you want, but smoking is the only way to keep my anxiety down, especially considering that I'm in a car with my greatest enemy.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm scared of that little fucker. It's that I'm scared of the way I act around him. Just in the elevator right there, it literally took everything in my power to not kiss him. I knew I couldn't look into his eyes, and lie to myself that I wouldn't.
But I'm never one to be vulnerable, and that's the last time it will ever happen.
The drive is long and the only spoken interaction we make is when I inform him the location. After that, I stay silent with a scowl on my face. He does the same and we both end up finishing the whole pack of cigarettes.
"This it?" Kace asks without looking at me once we arrive at an enormous hidden base.
He stops the car on a little corner behind a giant maze of hundreds of guards pacing back and forth.
I don't reply back and open the door, stepping straight out and quietly closing it behind me so the guards don't notice. Kace does the same and gets his weapons ready. I connect an earpiece to myself as precaution and then him one. He connects it without saying a word.
"Eight guards on the right and five on the left. I want the right," I tell him, pulling out my guns and cocking them.
"Not fair, why do you get all the fun. And plus, there's no way you can single handedly battle eight trained grown men," he rolls his eyes.
I snap my head to him and scoff.
"I can single handedly battle a hundred trained grown men. I don't even need any weapons. My bare hands are much more deadly," I laugh with murder tracing my lips as I shove him my guns and knives.
He smirks, collecting them and watching me slip away to the eight guards.
I approach the first one from the behind him, as all the other face away too. Before he can turn around, I grab his arm and harshly shove it upward, dislocating it in the process. He quickly grasps at his arm, confused at what just happened.
