Page 38 of Wicked Tricks
“Come on,” I begged, inspecting myself in the mirror, “this shirt makes my tits look good.”
“You’re going out with a Santino - you need to dress up a little,” Sierra said, handing me a strappy black dress that looked far more my style. I snatched it up and quickly got undressed and slipped into the black satin.
It was form fitting, stopping a little above the knee with a slit up the thigh, and it was a little oversized at the top, the loose fabric hanging low and still showing off my cleavage.
“To think you were pissed at the thought of having to see him again, now look at you, spending hours getting ready like an excited teenage girl,” Bea clasped her hands together.
I scoffed, “look, I’m just trying to get this over and done with as quickly as possible.”
“What,” she chuckled, “you think if you fuck him he’ll give you the information and forgive your threats just like that?”
“It’s worked before,” I shrugged.
It had worked for me, and Bea - all of us, many times before.
Really, it was the basis of our jobs.
Most of the time, you didn’t even have to fuck the guy to get what you needed. A bat of the eyelashes, and a puppy dog eyed pout was enough for some. This wasn’t a job for someone who cared about hurting people’s feelings.
Well, men’s feelings.
And I simply didn’t, which is why I was so good at the job.
I never fell for a mark, like so many others did. I had a strict ‘get them before they get you’ approach to most of the male species.
She shook her head, “he’s not going to fall for that.”
“Well I tried to get him to come upstairs the other night, but he said no.”
“Ha!” she yelled, pointing an accusing finger at me, “so that’s what this is about!”
“What?” I rolled my eyes.
“He rejected you, now you’re trying to prove a point!” she laughed out loud.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I looked at her with exhaustion.
I got close to the mirror, putting on a few layers of mascara on my lashes.
“You know I’m right,” she clapped at me.
I shook my head, ignoring her.
I looked at the time and noticed it was at eight. I put on a coat of clear lip gloss to plump my lips, and tousled my long hair. I wanted to be downstairs before he had the chance to come near my apartment. We didn’t need him in our home, and I definitely didn’t need the girls making remarks in the background that he could possibly hear. I snatched my phone off the bed, shoving it in my small clutch.
“Good luck!” Bea shouted as I left the room.
I hurried to the elevator and felt my pulse quicken a little when I found myself alone inside it. I had to admit to myself that I had no idea how this night was going to go.
As harmless as this guy had seemed so far, I knew for a fact that he was dangerous.
I also knew for a fact, that he had every reason to kill me, and all the means to do so.
Was this really smart of me?
I started to regret some of the decisions I had made up to this point. If I had only been able to control my anger, I never would’ve punched Robert and I never would’ve threatened the king of our world. But, it was too late to worry about that now.
Hindsight was always twenty-twenty, but now I had to make the best of the situation that had been presented to us. I took one last deep breath as the elevator came to a halt at the ground floor. I tried to summon the part of me that had done this many times before. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, and there he stood.
