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
"Lexa?! Answer me you bitch!" I frantically yell as I shake her, trying to get any response of consciousness. "Fuck!"
I gently place her down on my lap as I panicky lean over and grab the syringe she was injected with. I sigh an immense feeling of relief when I discover that it's only a sedative.
"Thank fuck. You're one lucky little devil, aren't you," I breath out, well knowing she can't hear me.
The guard that injected her is wounded, but still alive. I angrily grab a knife and literally skin him alive before stabbing it in his throat. His screams of intense agony is barely enough to make me feel better about what he did to my little devil, but it's better than nothing.
I pick Lexa up from my lap and carry her bridal style with one arm under her upper back and one below her knees. I situate her head against my chest so it doesn't dangle back. With the arm below her knees, I carry a pistol and shoot it towards any guard who tried to comes near her.
"What am I going to do with you," I roll my eyes as I gently place her in the passenger's seat of the car, laying her down.
I hop in the front and drive off, leaving the base behind. The mission was successful (for the most part). We got the information on the new shipment, and for that I should be ecstatic, but I'm not. Instead, my mind is corrupted by my little devil and her well being. Fuck, I'm getting too damn soft.
I turn to the side and look at the sleeping snow-haired beauty, completely unaware of the world around her. The glow of the moon highlights her soft skin and delicate features. Her usually powerful demeanor is replaced by unconscious innocence as she peacefully lays.
I reach down and hesitantly grasp her hand, placing her petite one in mine. Only a few seconds I realize what I'm doing and immediately pull it away.
"Fucking hell," I grunt out, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it before promptly setting myself to only focus on the road.
The ride is long but we eventually arrive home at the building complex. I carry Lexa out of the car and walk up to our apartments.
I think about putting her in her own room, but I know she won't be able to protect herself is she's unconscious, this girl has a lot of fucking enemies, and who knows who will come to attack her when they hear that she is temporarily unconscious.
I twist her door knob, to find that it's obviously locked. I roll my eyes and slightly grin.
"It's locked," I tell her, still knowing she can't hear me. Although picking locks is one of my specialties, the fact that 'it's locked' will be my excuse to selfishly keep her with me.
