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Luka
“So,”Ileanedagainst the door jam of the bathroom, watching as she ran a washcloth over her face, “we have to sell this. Are you up to the task?”
She rolled her eyes, dropping her hands to the sink. “I think I can handle it.”
“Doesn't that hurt?”
“What?”
“Constantly rolling your eyes? It’s giving me a headache just watching. It is pretty infuriating to have someone roll their eyes at you constantly.”
She stopped and turned her body towards me, exaggerating an eye roll. Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head.
I laughed. “Very mature.” She turned back, continuing to wash her make-up. “What are your thoughts on this Wrath guy?”
“I don’t know. I honestly hadn’t given it too much thought to this point. My dad doesn't exactly include me in meetings or tell me what is going on. What are your thoughts?”
“It seems to be random killings, at least on the surface. But he is meticulous and leaves no trace, no one sees him before or after. So, I highly doubt it is random, there has to be a reason he is choosing his victims.”
“Do you think illy someone on the inside?”
“If Silvano thinks so, then yeah, I would agree. That makes sense, you know hush-hush anything is outside the families.”
“Well,” she threw her washcloth into the laundry bin, “I guess we have our work cut out for us.” She walked towards me, stopped, and looked up at me. “Are you going to let me pass?”
“Are you going to continue to be cold and rude towards me?”
She reached up, her hand coming up to the side of my face. “When we are alone, absolutely. Move.” She pushed her way past me, walking to her closet. I followed her, going to the side where my things were. “What are you doing?”
“Changing, getting ready for bed.” I hung my suit jacket up, and unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it away, and tossing it in the laundry bin. I felt eyes on me, I turned around. “See something you like?”
I saw her cheeks blush slightly as she turned around. “No, and don't be watching me change either.”
I laughed and turned back around, pulling my pants down. I turned to leave, catching a glimpse of her in the mirror, nothing but her bra and underwear on. I couldn't help but stop and admire her body. She was sexy, not super skinny, her curves were amazing, and you could tell she worked out. She wasn’t bulky at all, but she was fit, and you could see the muscle definition in her back and arms. “You know, we could take advantage of this little marriage of ours. Have a little fun while it lasts.”
She pulled those silk black shorts up around her hips, the tank top over her head. “Keep dreaming, lover boy.” Both hands went up her back, under her tank top. She pulled the straps of her bra down, pulling it out.
Damn, that was sexy. I walked to the door. “Probably for the best, wouldn’t want you catching feelings,” I smirked to myself as I walked to the couch, pulled out the blanket, making my pallet again.
She walked out and sat down on the bed facing me, pulling lotion from her nightstand. “I wouldn't worry about me, catching feelings. I am not the kind of girl who falls easily.” She put lotion on her hands and started rubbing it slowly down her legs. “I think you should be much more worried about catching them yourself.”
She was putting a show on for me, trying to get a rise out of me, and it was working. I pulled the blanket over me, hiding how turned on I was. “I know what you’re doing, ya know?”
“Oh, and what am I doing?”
“Trying to get me turned on. Two can play that game, Vixen.”
“I assure you,” she put more lotion on her hands, started and on her arm, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She stared up her right arm and then gritted her teeth and flinched.
I hadn’t noticed before, but she had a red mark on her forearm. “Was that from training today? Did I do that?”
She shook her head, “no it wasn't from training.”
I looked at her, remembering when her dad grabbed her before we left. “It’s from when your dad grabbed you isn’t it? He grabbed you that hard?” She nodded. I felt my blood boil, I clenched my jaw, grabbed my knife off the side table, and stood walking to the closet.
She chased behind me. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to slit his throat.” I pulled on a pair of athletic shorts.
