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"Listen, doll. I have little patience and seeing as how no one will be here for the next couple of hours, you better do as I say before you die in this ratty place."
I can feel his heart racing against my chest, matching the pace of my own. His covered face hovers close and I can see that his eyes really are black as night. I can't even see the pupils. His breath fans across my face and thankfully it smells like fresh mint. I’d hate the puke all over him and really piss him off.
When I don’t acknowledge his threat, he pulls me from the wall before slamming back against it and leaning in closer than before.
I don’t see why he slammed me though. Aside from scaring me, he didn’t cause me real pain.
He probably hurt his hand more than me since it’s cupping the back of my head, so the wall didn’t make contact with my skull. Either way, it scared me enough to pull a whimper from me and push my tears over my lashes.
I lick my lips before replying, and my tongue accidently grazes his lower lip. I freeze further at the contact, but it’s his growl that has my eyes squeezing shut.
"Okay, okay!" I squeak out before he shoves off me.
My eyes fly open at the loss of his body weight against mine.
As I go where he guides me with his hand to my neck, I mentally berate myself.
Chill the hell out, Dice. Play it cool and survive.
He hasn’t hurt me, manhandled me, yes but he hasn’t hurt me. That doesn't mean he isn't a complete psycho.
Mr. black eyes guides me to the six-foot-tall safe inside the little storage closet at the back of the room. He goes right to it like he knew it was there.
Has this guy been casing this place?
Once we're inside the small room, he turns me to face him, "Put your hands on top of your head and lace your fingers together. If I see you move at all, it won't be good for you, doll."
"Dice. My name is Dice.”Fuck!What the hell is the matter with me? Like this dick needs any information on me!
The guy shakes his head and watches me follow his demands. Once he's satisfied that I won't move, he yanks off his mask and starts spinning the dial on the safe.
I don't pay attention to the fact that he knows the code or that his gun is no longer in view, instead, I'm focused on his profile.
What the hell is this guy doing as a thief? He’s fucking gorgeous. Annoyingly so.
He's not the pretty boy most girls go for, he's rugged and dangerous looking. His nose is straight but looks like it's been broken once before, making him look like the gladiators of old. His jaw is sharp and covered in a clean five o'clock shadow that seems to be his style.
He opens the safe and starts gathering the cash inside, stuffing the bundles into the pockets of his coat.
"What kind of guy, dressed to the nines, robs a shitty place like this?" My cheeks flame with my word vomit and I wish I could become invisible. Since I can’t, I keep my chin up with false bravado.
He turns to me while continuing to stuff money into his pockets, "The kind who does what the fuck he wants."
I scan his face and almost groan at how handsome he is. He looks a few years older than me, but his scruff gives off an older vibe. His face is oddly symmetrical in a way that makes me want to punch him, and his curly black hair gives me the urge to pull on it. Don't ask.
"What kind of girl, that looks like you, works as a janitor?"
I bristle at his mocking tone and it makes my lip curl, "The kind who works for a living instead of stealing."
He slams the safe closed, making me jump, and turns to face me fully. He's a tall motherfucker. All muscles with a snarl on his handsome face.
"Well,Dice. I really don't give a shit if you find my lifestyle honorable or not. You know fuck all about me."
He grabs me from my arm and pulls me once more. Oh fuck, is he going to kill me now? Is that why he took off his mask?
Dead girls can't tell tales.The thought makes my legs shake.
Damn, my day just went to shit.
