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I stared at her, trying to gauge if she was joking, but the more I looked at her, the more I realized that the beautiful girl who sat before me was deadly serious. She didn’t have fun.
“Lots of time in servitude to figure out what you like to do for fun.” I smirked at her, allowing the sexual tension to drip between us, but the truth was, I offered her the answer she was most comfortable with, when in actual fact, I wanted to take her to the shooting rage simply to see if she squealed with joy when she hit the target - I wanted to band my hand with hers and walk through the goddam mall - I wanted to dance with her simply to see delight swirl in those pretty blue eyes of hers as I dipped and twirled her. Yeah, I would teach her what fun was.
She laughed, playing along as if I had told the funniest joke in the world.
“We should probably swim.” She sounded almost forlorn when she spoke - as if she didn’t want to move from our table, and when I glanced down at our food, I was surprised to notice that our plates were cleaned. Seems as if time really didn’t slow when you were having fun.
“I guess.” I nodded my agreement - because what the fuck else was I supposed to say? No - please can we stay at the table andtalk? I couldn’t afford for The Society - or Marissa - to make mesoft.
Still, I made no move to push myself from the table as I watched her walk away, pulling her sundress from her body in the process. She wore some sort of Tommy Hilfiger bikini, and I only fucking knew that because of the token colors of red, blue, and white that seemed to span her waist.
She was breathtaking, and as she turned, raising a brow in my direction, I was suddenly moving - needing to be near her, even if it meant getting in the fucking pool.
Chapter Fifteen : Calling Cards Aren't Always Written in Ink
Marissa
Ihadn’texpectedMackwanting tohangtoday, but in truth, it was perfect - because everyone saw us at the pool. I had fought hard not to just simply fall into the enthrall that was Mack. Society boys were like that - charismatic with a side of sex appeal, and even though Mack wasn’t fully Society, he was stillhere- still banteredwith them, and on some level, he stillbelonged.
I had to force my head into the game, throwing my hair over my shoulder as I fought not to smile at what Mack was saying because there was a camera angled towards our table, and I needed to beseenhere - needed record that I was at the pool with Mack because whatever else I had to do today,thisis what people would remember.
And then he had to go and ask his question - something that I didn’t think he’d even care about. He was a prick because I couldn’t tell him that I didn’t know how to have fun, that everything I had done had been one calculating move after another. I couldn’t say that, so when his gaze upon me becametoomuch, I stood up and headed towards the pool because, regardless of my own emotions, I came to the pool for a purpose, but even as I slipped the dress from my shoulders, taking in the various gazes that grazed over me, it washisgaze that seemed to sear a brand into my back.
After a day at the pool, I begged off - arguing that I needed to shower andsleep, and even as Mack’s gaze narrowed upon me, I knew it was as good an excuse as any because he was fully aware of how tired I actually was - of how little sleep I got the night before. He nodded once before joining some others at the bar,finallyreleasing me from his gaze.
I slipped away, hurrying to our suite to do exactly as I told him - to shower. But sleep was something that would have to come later because I knew that enough time had passed that I needed to leave another calling card for The Society - one from The Warden, because while one dead man might be chalked up to a coincidence, two with the same brand could be seen as nothing short of an attack on them.
Mack posed as a good cover - he would allow me to integrate with The Society in a way that I would never have been able to achieve without him, but what I hadn’t considered was that having him by my side also meant that it was far more difficult for me to slip away when needed. I suddenly needed to invent excuses - answer to someone in a way I had not considered.
I wasn’t sure I liked it.
Once my hair was shampooed, conditioned, and dried, I dressed in black jeans, coupling it with a pink shirt - something quick and easy, before pulling a black tote bag from my cupboard and stuffing it with my docs, a hoodie, and a syringe filled with insulin. The metal seal lay in one of the inner pockets of my bag, and the only thing I held on my person was a lighter, which I slid into my back pocket.
I stepped into the corridor, leaving the safety of my suite behind. Hopefully Mack wouldn’t be back before I had to do my task because I knew that if he returned to find me missing, he wouldn’t hesitate in asking questions. And those kinds of questions could be deadly to me.
The silence was deafening. For a compound that was filled with Society individuals panting to serve their time here, it was almosttooquiet. But I knew that the bars and restaurants on the lower levels would be teaming with them - the pool probably still in use, and every room that was occupied probably reeked of sex and coffee. Becausethiswas how the rich rolled.
Based on all the research I had done, I knew that each floor usually housed one - sometimes two, suits that worked security here. Of course, there were far more than that in the basement floor where the gym lay, but today I was looking for easy pickings - not a full on gun war. I wandered downstairs, skimming my fingertips against the wall as I walked, fully aware that cameras monitored these hallways. I steeled my shoulders and waited for the elevator. I desperately wanted to go up a few floors - to the same level that Benson SinClaire held his office, but I also knew that a lone girl heading up to the floor that held all the offices on a Saturday night would serve as a red flag, I would have given myself away before the game had even truly begun, and so, begrudgingly, I pressed the button that would carry me downstairs - to where the building seemed to thrum with life.At least there the cover would be easier.
It would have been too much to ask for the second time to be as equally easy as the first. But then, I was used to working under shit conditions. The hallway was sparse, with only the occasional person walking through it - certainly not enough to offer me any sort of coverage, especially with the cameras angled towards the bathroom entrance. It meant the bathroom wouldn’t work - not a second time, anyway. I looked around, scanning the available room that sprouted off the hallway. Joe’s was further down, and I half wondered if Mack was there, just behind these walls. The thought alone was enough to cause my chest to tug - for my mind to whisper that I needed to go andfind him. It would be so easy to forget about my vengeance in the arms of Mack, easy andstupid. Plus, I had The Warden to think about - an obligation to fulfill. I pushed those thoughts down as I scanned the hallway once more, mentally coming up with a plan.
It didn’t take long - such things never did.
I saw the suit before he saw me. He was leaning against the wall opposite the entrance to the bathroom, making me wonder if my previous calling card had been taken far more seriously than I had initially thought. There was a chance that he’d shoot me down - still, I had to try, and if this didn’t work, then I’d pivot my plans.
I ignored him entirely as I walked into the bathroom, standing in the entranceway,justout of the camera's eye view. The suit raised his brow, staring at me as if he were waiting to see what I would do, and I cocked a brow in return as I ran a finger down my chest, through the cleavage of my shirt, and flicked my tongue against my lips suggestively.
God, I hoped this worked, I wasn’t good at the seduction game - had never needed to be.
It didn’t take long for the suit to break out into a smile, his gait turning wolfish as he stepped towards me. He actually wasn’t bad looking, dark hair that was cut short against his scalp, green eyes that were a shade lighter than Mack’s stared at me.
Mack.
For a moment, my heart lurched, but I shook it off.
He smelled of cologne, and in any other circumstance I might have liked him, but this wasn’t any other circumstance.
I allowed his body to step into mine, and as his hand trailed down my back to cup my ass, I spoke softly.
