Page 14 of Morally Corrupt

One drink shouldn't be too bad, right?

I sip the drink slowly, when I see a group of people come in. All are dressed in formal suits, and given that it's still noon, I'm a little intrigued.

Is my businessman early?

I shift a little so I can have a full view of the new arrivals. It's . . . five people. No, I count six. And one of them is . . . my eyes widen and I quickly push my glasses up my nose.

Theo!

What is he doing here? I lower my head, keeping my focus on my drink. He wouldn't recognize me, I'm certain of it. Vlad's told me that unless you're specifically looking for them, the similarities aren't that glaring. Especially since I'm not wearing any makeup right now, and I have long red hair.

As I try to convince myself that he won't recognize me, I can't help it as I sneak a few glances toward his entourage. They just sat down on the couches in the dining area, still within my field of vision.

Half an hour later, and another martini down, I'm still staring. God, he is handsome! Especially there, in his element, looking all cocky and self-assured. I almost get wet just thinking about those big hands of his on my body, him pounding into me.

A sigh escapes me, and the bartender regards me a little suspiciously.

"Another one," I say, pointing to my drink.

"But . . ." He looks as if he might argue, but shaking his head, he prepares me another martini.

I bring the glass to my lips just as Theo and the men with him stand up, shaking hands. It's at that moment that a loud noise permeates the air.

My semi-dulled senses are suddenly on alert, looking toward the direction of the noise.

Shots.

I hop off the chair, my focus on Theo and him alone. Everyone is panicking, some people falling to the floor. The entrance doors open wide to show at least four heavily armed men coming inside.

Fuck!

I spare a glance at Theo and the position of his body tells me he's about to do something stupid. In a few steps I'm on him, tackling him to the ground.

"Stay still," I hiss, trying to mask my voice. He frowns at me, but nods.

"I see four," he remarks.

"Five," I whisper, noting another one in the back.

I take out the guns from the waistline of my pants, and I hand him one. He should know how to use one, given his background.

He eyes the weapon suspiciously before taking it. The men with him are all on the floor, shriveled up with fear. For a second, I'm curious what the meeting was all about, but seeing that we have more pressing matters at hand, I decide to look into that later.

"You take those, I'll take the ones on the right." I point in two directions, and he nods.

Pointing my gun toward the armed men, I shoot.

Maybe I drank too much.

It takes me twice as many shots to kill the man, mostly because my eyesight is a little fuzzy.

Fuck!

I blink twice, trying to get a hold of myself, when a bullet whizzes past me and embeds itself in the man aiming at me. I turn slightly to see Theo give me a small signal to keep my head in the game. If this weren't such a life and death situation, I would have swooned. My Theo just saved me.

I stifle the smile making its way on my face, and I straighten myself.

"How many more?" I ask, my back hitting his as we scour for the other men.

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