Page 9 of Wicked Tricks
I smirked, picking up my gun, wrapping my fingers tightly around the metal. The movement made the men surrounding me react with speed this time, and Robert charged me.
Luckily, I noticed him, and quickly threw my elbow back and it collided with his already swollen nose. He let slip a girlish squeal and stumbled backward.
The large men surrounded me, not paying attention to Robert writhing dramatically behind us. I put my hands up in surrender, though still clutching my gun tightly.
I held Antoni’s eye contact as he watched me carefully - he wasn’t laughing at me anymore.
Slowly, I closed the gap between us.
Keeping my hands in the air until I was standing next to him. I placed the gun on the desk again, softly this time, aiming towards his chest.
“Youdecide how it ends,” I said quietly into his ear.
I could smell his cologne, he smelled so good and it was hard to ignore being so close to him. He didn’t turn towards me, he didn’t move a muscle, but still watched me carefully. He looked up at me, through his dark lashes, with big puppy dog eyes and a lopsided smirk.
“Do I?” he offered, sitting back into the chair. I noticed him looking me up and down, his eyes wandering as he considered me.
“All I know,” I started, “is that I’m going to walk out of here - unharmed and alive, and I won’t seethatpiece of shit at Lilith’s ever again,” I said, pointing the barrel of my gun at Rob, as he held his injured face.
“Or?” A smirk threatened at the corners of his lips.
I smiled, leaning down and putting my lips to his ear.
Softly, quiet enough that no one else in the room would hear, I whispered, “fifty-six Saint George’s Road.”
He didn’t move, but I felt him stiffen.
Antoni only let slip a slight physical reaction to the threat, one that I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t so close to him. Antoni squinted, and tilted his head to look up at me and study my face - not sure if I was joking or just fucking crazy.
“It is Saint George’s road, right?” I asked, touching my gun to my chin as if I were thinking.
His jaw clenched and his expression of amusement disappeared.
“Is that where Mummy lives?” I cooed, leaning back into his personal space.
We were so close, I could almost press my lips against his. Neither of us were pulling away, neither of us wanted to be the first to retreat.
I heard the murmurs and shuffling of the men behind us, talking amongst themselves. Antoni didn’t look at them, his gaze didn’t leave mine.
It was hard to not notice how attractive he was, as much as I hated to admit it. The way he smelled, the way he draped himself so cooly against his chair - even the way he looked at me nearly threw me off my game.
Just tempting enough to be dangerous.
“My people are by her house right now, waiting for my call.”
His hands curled into fists.
“So I’m going to walk out of here,withoutbeing followed,” I emphasised, backing away from him and tucking the glock into the back of my jeans, “to tell the girls the good news.”
I smiled sweetly, before turning on my heel and spinning round, only daring to turn my back when I was a safe distance away from Antoni and his men.
“Rome,” Antoni called after me.
I stopped in the doorway, and looked at him over my shoulder. His dangerous smirk had returned, though only slightly.
“I’ll be calling Diana,” he said quietly, “and I look forward to working with you in the future.”
I had played the game correctly, apparently.
