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...
"The stormiest of eyes hold the darkest of pasts."
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Lexa Callero's POV
I speed walk towards the elevator, hoping to get there before Kace so that I wouldn't have to be in there alone with him. There is quite a...reoccurring theme...that takes place when we are in elevators alone together, so avoiding elevators seems like a good way of avoiding him.
I press the elevator button and it immediately opens. I enter and quickly press the button to the 6th floor, watching as the door closes and Kace making no effort to catch up. I sigh once it shuts and feel it slowly ascending, relieved that I'm alone.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm scared of him or any shit like that; I'm not scared of anything. It's more the fact that I'm worried of what I'd do when I'm not in control of my senses, something that often happens when he's around. Something that I often can't fucking stand.
The door opens at floor 6 and I walk down the hall to room 643, expecting Kace to already be there since the stairs are apparently quicker than the elevator, seeing as he got to Elena's room before me earlier. I put in the key and open the door, walking inside the room to hear the shower water running from the bathroom.
I look around the room, taking a good look this time without getting distracted by the single king sized bed. I take notice of all the drawers and cabinets, labeling them as good places to infiltrate with hiding weapons.
It may sound unusual to store hidden weapons in a hotel room, but I'm staying here for two weeks and I'd feel more comfortable if I know my very deadly little friends are securely watching over me with easy access in case of some type of attack.
I grab a handful of my pretty little toys from of thigh holster, and hide them in various parts of the room. I take a mental note that the guns are in drawers, and the knives in cabinets. I brought a pretty limited supply, seeing as I didn't pack anything for this spontaneous trip to Paris. I only have the weapons that I daily carry around with me, which is quite a lot.
That reminds me, I don't have any clothes or luggage what so ever for this trip. I quickly finish up safely tucking in my deadly little friends goodnight, and head out the door once again, figuring I can at least get some essentials from the little shops in the hotel.
It only takes me about ten minutes to collect some clothes and toiletries that will probably last me for two weeks. Luckily, non of the students were near seeing as it's almost 1 A.M. in Paris. The school probably put a curfew on everyone, but we all know I don't go by the rules.
I make my way back to the elevator and ascend up to floor 6. I walk down the hall to my hotel room, that I'm unfortunately sharing with the stupid motherfucker, and twist the key in the door. It unlocks and I lightly push it open, stepping inside the room but only to be quickly shoved back against the wall by a muscular figure.
