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Luna
Hiseyesnarrowatthe same time I take the shot of vodka. The liquid warms my throat and chest as it slides down effortlessly. My cheeks warm with his focus that refuses to leave me. I had forgotten how intense Fin has always been.
His large frame naturally commands attention. He’s easily six three. His shoulders strain the suit he’s wearing. His hair is cut close to his head, unlike when we were friends. Everything about him stands out. His height, his perfect golden tan, his manly lips that look like they were made for kissing. Tall, dark, and handsome doesn’t even start to describe him.
His spine straightens like a steel rod with my act of defiance. He’s staring at me like I’m one of his favorite guns, and he can’t decide if he needs to break me in or give me a new polish.
An electrifying silence stretches between us as I wait for him to make his next move. Will he be boring and let me get away with whatever I want?Everyonedoes. I find I scare most people away.
His eyes change shades as I recognize the heat and anticipation lighting them from within.
I place my glass down with a thud, and he steps into my personal space. My stomach swirls with the unknown. I don’t plan to make any part of this whole bodyguard thing easy on him. He let me down. I don’t easily forgive people; it’s not in my nature.
His hands grasp my waist. Instead of tossing me over his shoulder like I expect, he plants me down on the stool. “You think you can drink, huh?” He has a bottle of vodka in his hand that he’s dangling for me to see.When the hell did he get that?He opens the lid and pours the vodka to the rim of my glass.
I slowly bring my concealed gun up to his nuts, since he doesn’t back away. “You will not bully me.” My voice is low. I’m used to men trying to scare me. “Step away, or you’re going to be missing your family jewels.” Tension continues to slither its way around us.
When he realizes I’m serious, he takes a step back, and I stand, brushing my shoulder against his as I exit the bar. So much for relaxing and trying to get away from drama.
Like a good little bodyguard, he keeps me in his sight, walking just enough distance behind me that no one would notice he’s following me.
A sweet strawberry smell wafts near me, and I look behind me over my shoulder. Fin has paused, by his car, taking a drag from his vape. He looks to be deep in thought.
“That thing will kill you one day,” I say, turning toward him.
“I think my chances of survival are higher with the vape than with you.” He opens his trunk pulling out a bag.
“Good call. Keep on smoking.” I turn, wishing I hadn’t said anything.
When I get to my motel room, I close the door and double lock it. It’s not enough to keep him out if he wants in, but I’m not worried. I lie on the bed, keeping my gun beside me.
Why is Fin back in my life?
He’s one of the best assassins in the world. Why would he reduce himself to being my bodyguard? It doesn’t add up. Fin O’Connor only does what’s best for himself.
My burner phone rings. Only one person has its number.
“Katrina,” I greet my sister.
“Luna, I want to come home.” She sniffles into the phone. The last year has been extremely difficult for her. She overdosed. And just when we thought she was getting better and her life was returning to normal, she got mixed up with the leader of the Russian Bratva. I sent her away under the guise that she needed rehab help, in order for her to gain some distance.
The problem is, he’s not happy that our family is hiding her. I’m assuming that’s why my brother thinks I need a bodyguard. He’s worried that Demetri will sneak up on me.
“We both know you can’t come home yet. But I’ll come and see you soon.”
She sighs. “He’s going to find out sooner or later, Luna.”
“We’ll see.” She doesn’t need to worry about him. He’s already tried to kill me to find her.
Chapter 7
Fin
IfollowLunatoa shitty motel. She should have chosen something with a little more security. If I wanted her dead, I could easily do it right now.
No one wants her dead.
Just because the first thing I think about is how I could execute a “job” doesn’t mean other people are planning the same thing.
