Page 5 of My Merciless Don

I went meekly, determined not to provoke anyone any further problems by making a fuss. Marco’s shoulders flexed, and I could feel his annoyance. He seemed to be quite volatile at the moment and I couldn’t really blame him. Still, had I made an effort to look attractive for him. The least he could do was notice.

They bundled me into a black Lexus with tinted windows and luxury leather seats. There was a drinks bar in front of us and the leg room was ridiculous. I’m tall, so I notice those little touches. Of course, Mr. Gangsta’s Paradise happened to be much taller than me, so I suppose the leg room was for his benefit, not mine. He sat across from me, glaring malevolently, his icy blue eyes boring into me like a piston.

“There’s no need for all that.” I said as softly and sultrily as I could, “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“Who are you?” he barked.

“I’m Audry.” I made to stick out my hand, “And you are…?”

He quirked an eyebrow. I have seen many people do that, but never so elegantly. “You hacked into my accounts, and you don’t know my name?”

“No of course I know it. I was just being polite.”

“Why?”

“Hmm?” I furrowed my brow in pretend puzzlement.

“Why did you rob me?” he snapped, grinding his jaw like he wanted to bite me.

I sighed dramatically, looking out of the window. “Why does anyone do anything? For the fun of it of course.”

He reached out and grabbed the lapel of the coat I was wearing. “Listen here bitch, if you don’t give me a straight answer, I’ll-”

“Okay! Okay.” I tried to placate him, “Listen, I want to answer you, I do. But I can’t.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “What do you mean, you can’t?”

His mimicking of my accent was really quite good. I grinned at him. This was going to be fun.

CHAPTER FIVE

MARCO

“So, you can't tell me why you stole from me? What can you tell me?”

“I can tell you that I can get your money back.” She looked me in the eye as she said it, nothing flirtatious about her tone. Maybe she was even serious.

“I see. And why should I believe you?”

“Give me your computer and I'll give you a demonstration.”

I threw back my head laughing cynically. This woman was really too much. “What kind of fool do you take me for?”

She looked at me batting her lashes like some Victorian lady. “I don't think you are a fool at all Mr. Cassio. The problem is you think me a fool. However will we manage if we can't take each other seriously?” She laid it on thick with the Victorian accent. I couldn't help feeling it was all a game to her.

My eyes raked over her frame, “You wanted to be taken seriously in that Victoria's Secret cosplay you got going on?”

“Ouch. And here I thought you might appreciate the eye candy.”

“Hoping to lead me around by my dick?”

She rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to be so crude about it.”

I snorted bitterly, “Well sorry, you tried it with the wrong man.”

She leaned forward, eyes wide, eyebrows raised. “Why? Are you homosexual, monsieur?”

I had to laugh at that, shaking my head as I gave her a derisive look. “What hubris. To think every man who isn’t attracted to you is gay. You must be delusional.”

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