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“Ava, I–”
“I’m sure your only source of information is the newspapers. Well, let me tellyou, Oliver… You know nothing about the inner workings of my brain.” I stop for a second. What a typical situation. People assume they have me pegged and know all about me when they actually have no idea who I am. Nobody wants to take the time to get to know me because they think they have me all figured out. And the fact that Oliver assumes I’m just one of those innocent girls next door pisses me off so fucking much because that is not who I am. In fact, everything inside me is screaming, ‘Damien Alarie is exactly what I’ve been craving for the past few years.’And as if in sync with my brain, the words just escape my mouth: “Maybe he’s exactly what I want!”
Damien wipes away his millisecond wave of shock over his face and gives his cousin a mischievous smirk, saying, ‘I won,’while gently sliding his hand at the small of my back. We walk away, leaving Oliver in the middle of the hallway with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
I’m not sure if it’s Damien’s irresistible aura of a bad boy that keeps attracting me like a magnet, or maybe the fact that I’m craving an adventure, a rush so bad in my life, but one thing is for sure…Damien Alarie is what I want. But is he what I need?
Damien
A couple of hours later
“You bellowed for me?” I say sarcastically, entering Black Widow’s office, and the guards close the door behind me. It’s the only place she accepts people with no big meatheads hovering over you. It’s her safe place where only her most trusted mafia members have the privilege to step in. Only after they check you for any wire-tapping, guns, and anything else that could take down this evil empire. You come in clean. The security monitors the room on the live cam, but with no sound, so anything you say here stays here.
“Scorpion, yes.”
She sits at the dark wooden desk, with her eyes glued to her laptop. This woman never stops working. She fleetingly casts her dark eyes to mine and she nods.
“I need a minute. Have a drink, relax. It won’t take long.” She insists, and her voice brings me back to reality. Her gaze is still honed in on the digital screen.
I sink into the caramel chair and observe her. She’s wearing a black leather jacket with gold emblems and has her raven-black hair in a tight low bun. She really doesn’t look her age. I know she’s in her forties, but it’s evident she takes care of herself. Or maybe it’s just good genes, as they say? She keeps typing something on the laptop, and the clicking of its keyboard keeps ringing in my ears. Dammit. I look around her dark office, which just so happens to match her soul. I’m slightly annoyed, but I say nothing. You don’t question her doings. It might get you killed. I glance at the 5 card painting hanging on the dark walls. There’s the ace, king, queen, jack, and ten of spades. In poker, it’s called a royal flush and is an unbeatable hand, just like Black Widow. She considers herself invincible.
“We can start.”Finally.She lets out a deep breath, closes the laptop, and leans back on the leather chair.
“So?” I start, not knowing what the hell am I here for.
“How are things going with our lovely Miss DeLuca?”
“I’m getting there.”
“Meaning?” She raises her eyebrow.
“We’re going on a ‘date’ tonight.” I don’t do dates, but you do what you have to do, and I know my place in this shit show. If I want to take the lead one day, I stop at nothing to protect our family, even if it means using an innocent girl for my benefit.
“Perfect!” She smiles, “Remember to keep your guards up. Do not let your feelings interfere with our plan.”
“I don’t have feelings.” My cold tone wipes the satisfied smirk off her face. “I have you to thank for that,” I say dryly before turning on my heel and leaving, slamming the door behind me. I feel her death stare at my back, but I don’t give a flying fuck. I know I’m too valuable to her and Black Venom. And that is why I get away with more than anyone else.
