I have to admit. I’m kind of out of choices, so when he pushes the door open, I just leap inside.
The driver pulls away calmly while I stare nervously out of the window at the police vehicles as they surround the restaurant.
“Don’t worry. They won’t follow us.” The man says.
My heart is beating so fast I can barely breathe.
I lean back in the seat, sitting opposite this stranger in his limo. I take a deep breath and finally begin to pay attention to him and my surroundings.
“Who are you?” I ask breathlessly, my eyes wandering over his perfectly tailored suit and his dark eyes. He’s older and refined, but he still has a very rugged edge to him, suggesting he is not a man you want to mess with.
To be honest, he’s freaking hot, and that takes me by surprise.
I shift in my seat, trying to figure out if I made a mistake getting into this car or not.
“My name is Vincent Vece. Yours?” He speaks with authority that rustles through me and causes a shiver to tickle down my spine.
“Misha Blake. Why did you help me? If you plan to kidnap me or do weird things to me, I’ll just warn you up front that I know how to take care of myself.”
He laughs. It’s darkly delicious. The sound rumbles through me and sets goosebumps over my skin.
“Sweetheart, I was in the restaurant. I saw what happened, and I saw what you did to your boss.”
“Oh.” I sink into my seat, nervous. He’s probably going to take me right to the police. Fuck.
“I rather enjoyed the show. There aren’t very many people in the world willing to stand up for themselves like that.” Vincent says, amused.
Oh.I relax a little.
“So, you just figured you’d help me get away from the cops? You realize they saw your car and will probably come after you now, right?”
He laughs again. Even darker than before. “I own the police, sweetheart.” He says, and for some reason, I one hundred percent believe him.
“I see. Mafia? Criminal Under-lord? King of the city?” I say sarcastically. “Which one are you?”
“All of them.” He answers calmly.
I smirk, enjoying his honesty.
My mother warned me about men like him. She has an especially severe dislike for the mafia.
Actually, my mother has spent my entire life warning me about every single man on the planet. She made some unbelievably bad choices. Choices that I had to deal with because she was too -timid- to deal with it herself. But I’ll take care of her no matter what. Just like she has taken care of me.
“I see.” I grin at this dark, mysteriously gorgeous demon of a man. “So, you can just drop me on the sidewalk here.” I point in no particular direction at all without taking my eyes off him.
“I can. Or you can join me for a drink to celebrate your newfound freedom.” He smiles.
“I don’t think losing my job counts as freedom.” I roll my eyes, knowing my mother is going to be extremely disappointed in me.Again. We really need the money. Things are a struggle enough as it is.
“Every loss is an opportunity for something new. Have one drink with me. Then I will drop you wherever you want to go.” Vincent suggests.
I should say no because this guy is just head to toe trouble. But if I go home now, my mom will know I’ve lost my job. I’m not in the mood to manage her disappointment - and I could really do with a drink.
“Fine.” I accept.
“Excellent.” he replies, his eyes wandering over me suggestively. It makes my heartbeat faster, the way he’s looking at me. I’m not the kind of girl who falls for guys too easily. Mostly, I see them as weak and lacking self-control. But this one- he is fully in control, and he doesn’t give off any weak-vibes at all.
Either way - I know how to handle myself in difficult situations, so agreeing to a drink with him doesn’t scare me.
