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She was snarky and sure of herself. She wasn’t intimidated by any potential threats and she clearly knew at least part of her way around the legal system. She was careful to admit to nothing while trying to test my limits and see how far she could push.
She was like a cobra, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
Aria is the first woman in a long time to capture my interest. Of course, she is also the one woman that I can’t touch, even if I wanted to.
It’s still weighing heavily on my mind as I walk into my house and see my boss, Agent Carmichael, sitting on my couch.
“What the hell are you doing in here, Jameson?” I ask as I toss my briefcase on the dining table and head to the fridge.
There is barely anything in the house except for a few pieces of furniture. If Aria agrees to the deal, this is the place I’m going to be calling home while I’m undercover. It only needs the bare minimum and a supply of guns hidden throughout to be good enough to sleep in at night.
“How’d the meeting with Aria go? We’ve been trying to corner her without any bodyguards or her brothers for weeks.”
“I don’t think it’s going to be as easy to convert her as we initially thought. She’s just as good at playing the game as the others, even if she is significantly younger.”
“What do you mean?” Jameson asks as I grab a beer and toss it to him before taking a bottle of water for myself.
“She was trying to get in my head in that interview room but I don’t think she was trying that hard. We may have underestimated what she’s learned after being raised with a mafia family. Most men leave their daughters out of that mess, but Russo is far more cunning than any man we’ve ever dealt with.”
“You think that we should account for his daughter being just as cunning and as ruthless as him?”
I sip my water and playback every second of my time with Aria in my mind. “I don’t think she’s as ruthless as her father, but I think she’s likely been trained at least partially like she’s one of his soldiers.”
Jameson nods, taking a long swig of his beer as he considers it. “That would defy much of what we know about other crime families.”
“The Russo Mafia isn’t like other crime families. We’ve had a hell of a time building a case around Antonio Russo and even what we think we know is largely just rumor.”
Jameson finishes his beer and gathers his things, standing up and heading to the door. “Until she agrees to work with us, you need to keep an eye on her at all times.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, knowing that my plans of sleeping for the next twelve hours have been thrown out the window.
After locking the door behind Jameson, I sigh and run my hand through my hair. I didn’t want to spend my time chasing around someone who was thirteen years my junior. At thirty-four, I’m not a babysitter.
At least, I don’t want to be. Even as I get changed into a pair of black jeans and a beige long sleeve shirt, I’d dreading following her around all night. She’s twenty-one, and like most young women with money to burn, she spends her time in the clubs, dancing and getting sorry suckers to buy her free drinks.
I’ve done enough surveillance on her in the past several weeks to know that much.
However, Jameson doesn’t want her slipping away from us, and getting to spend the night watching her isn’t the worst job to be given. Even if she is extremely young, she is stunning.
Before I leave, I lock my gun in the safe in my bedroom. I can’t risk getting patted down at a club and having my weapon seized.
Tonight, there’s no need to worry about who sees me with her – if I go anywhere near her at all. Her father is still oblivious to where she was for the last several hours based on the intelligence I got from other members of my team.
If everything goes the way I want it to, I can sit in a corner, sip a drink, and keep an eye on her without Aria ever knowing I’m there.
* * *
My plans crashand burn only minutes after I’ve walked into the club I followed her to.
Aria is dancing on a table in the VIP section and a man’s hands are sliding up her long legs. I see red as I keep my distance, trying not to go over there and rip his hands off of her. Aria smirks as she spins around, her hips swaying in time to the music and her breasts threatening to fall out of the tiny piece of fabric she calls a dress.
Her gaze catches mine as I find a place to lean on a wall close to her friends. Aria raises an eyebrow at me, a small smirk curling her mouth as the song changes. She hops down from the table and grabs the man by the hand, backing herself into him.
I’m this close to bashing his head in, but I cover it form her and roll my eyes, sipping my drink as she dances against him. As she rubs against him, I look in the opposite direction, not wanting to stare at the way her body moves, swaying and creating a seductive song I don’t want to ignore.
“Come here alone?” a blonde asks as she sidles up to me. She smells like tequila and cheap perfume.
“Going home alone too,” I say, walking away from her and moving to a more shadowed area of the club.
