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He gave me a calculating look, a small laugh escaped him then he bit his lower lip and finally ended up speaking:
- no pair of t**s, nor any amount of money will make me betray my boss, and for your safety, avoid asking that of anyone else, you risk getting shot in the head for even mentioning his words.
I shiver, my hairs stand on end, my body is paralyzed on the spot. The fear that had left me earlier is once again embedded in me, this terrible feeling that makes me fear for my life, has just appeared and it's crazy how I'm dying to cry. I may tell myself that I am ready to die, that my last prayers are to end up in paradise, but in fact it is not true! I don't want to die, I don't want to be confronted with this weapon, which I know, in not even 24 hours will end up being pointed at my skull.
- w***e …
I moaned his words, my eyes involuntarily closed, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. Reality shocked me more fiercely than I expected.
- do you think I have a one chance in how many times I survive with your bump?
- honestly I don't know, Caz is moody, you never know what to expect with him.
To die or to die?
So I'm going to let him take me without doing anything?
No ! I can't, I want to live!
Before I could even think straight, I had already jerked my handle out of his grip, then started running, but I didn't even have time to get far before he had already caught up.
- suka, a sudden movement and I bleed.
I feel his weapon discreetly sink into my stomach, I look at him startled, and stoically I nod my head positively, and let him grab my wrist harshly to lead me to the car:
- what is your name ? I whisper when I take a seat next to him.
He looks at me incredulously, I don't expect a particular response but raises an eyebrow anyway, to my great astonishment he parts his lips, places his eyes on mine for a moment and says:
- call me Dove.
-Dove…
I think I've lost my mind, because without understanding why, I put my hand on his thigh, look up at him and open my mouth:
- kiss me please.
I see him tense up, his grip on the steering wheel tightens, then without me expecting it he grabs my jaw hard and says angrily:
- stop your bullshit!
He relaxes my jaw, my heart pumps in my carotid artery, while my entire body shudders with fear. In fact I know what I'm doing, I'm trying to use my charms to get him to release me. And that bothers him, because he irrevocably wants me.
- please.
His jaw tightens, he resists, closes his eyes for a moment and turns his head away from me, my eyes fill with tears at the same time as I let my head sink into my seat, I bite my lower lip and whisper softly :
- let me go .
But he heard me. His head turns in my direction again, he sizes me up but doesn't make any noise, I take the time to observe his profile: he has a straight nose, full lips. His eyebrows are thick, his jaw is square, a mass of black hair falls on his forehead, he is handsome, but not my type.
- you want me, right?
He doesn't answer me, his jaw twitches, his head leans slightly in my direction, and I straighten up so as not to miss a single expression on his face. Dove narrows his eyes, with his irises he judges me, his gaze moves from my eyes to my lips. A grin crosses his face when he finally looks away.
I frown, look at his luscious lips for a moment and shiver with fear, and then I don't wait long to throw myself on his lips, at first, he tries to push me away, but ends up giving in. He kisses me back, making the kiss fierce and uncontrollable.
When we part, I see a light cross his face, he heaves a long sigh, runs his hands nervously through his jet-black hair and growls in Italian:
-cavolo, cosa diavolo ho fatto?!
- go away.
I stare at him taken aback, my heart suddenly pumps in my chest, my eyes widen as I look at him warily.
- suka, get out, go away before I change my mind.
It doesn't take much for me to open the door and run out of the vehicle. I nearly fall to the ground several times, but continue my race. I don't know where I'm going, I don't understand Italian but I know I can't f
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