Assassin [18+]

'Next'

§Morgana Acampora§

"Thank you," I smiled softly at Russell; he was kneeling in front of me as he wrapped the bandage around my ankle.

"As I said before Morgana: It's my job to keep this family safe," he used a bandage clip to keep it in its place and then got up on his feet.

My eyes followed his' "Then why aren't you taking care of my fiancé? He will surely get drunk and do stupid things."

Russell chuckled "His friend Richard can take care of him."

I lay back and let out a deep sigh "I wanted to get drunk."

The man cleared his throat "I have a bottle of tequila in my room."

My right eyebrow arched as I propped up myself on my elbows "Why do you have a bottle of tequila in your room? Not judging, I used do that when I was 15."

Russell half-smiled "It was a gift from my Mrs. Becker."

"Why?" A smirk curved my lips. "Are you fucking your boss?"

"No," he immediately replied and seemed insulted which made me chuckle "it was my birthday recently."

"How recently?"

The man's cheeks turned slightly red "Today."

"Today's your birthday?"

"That's what I just said," he softly chuckled.

"Then let's celebrate," I got up on my feet. "Let's go get drunk."

Before going to his bedroom, I placed my pillows under the duvet to make it looked as if I was there, just in case Cassian checks. We moved to his space which is really cozy and smells like men cologne; has some kind of effect on me.

"How long have you been working for this family?" I asked. climbing onto the bed and then sat on my heels.

"Around seven years, my dad worked for them before but his arthritis doesn't allow it anymore," he slipped his hand under the pillows and pulled out the chunky bottle.

"That's my favorite tequila," he handed me the Silver Patrón bottle. "Do you have glasses?"

"No—"

"Perfect," I pulled out the cork and licked my lips at the strong scent. "Lock the door." Russell complied and came back with his hands behind his back "Don't be so stiff, Rossy. Lay down."

The man sat down and lay back with a smile on his face "What are you—"

"Shh," I leaned down "open your mouth, Sir." He parted his lips "Don't gag, that's my job," a smirk formed on my lips as I filled his mouth with the alcohol.