Page 18 of A Mafia's Treasure

I walk over to him and follow his stance. I step up onto the railings and sit my ass on the balcony ledge.

“Whoa, you want to get down, that’s dangerous.” He reaches for me, but I push his hand away.

“You’re scared,” I say with a laugh . I know from speaking with him tonight he won’t like that.

“Fuck no! I just don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he tells me, his mood changing slightly.

“Prove it, join me. The view from here is breathtaking,” I tell him, stretching my arm out toward him.

I watch as his throat bobs, and he blinks rapidly. He’s scared. I try my best to control the excitement building inside me but seeing him scared turns me on.

He takes my hand and steps up onto the balcony, swinging his legs round so we’re both sitting facing outward, our legs dangling to nothingness.

The bar has emptied now and only a few people remain, but they’re far too drunk to even realize what’s going on in the corner of the bar.

Quickly, I swing my legs back and scream.

“Stop, no, Flynn. Don’t do it.” I chuckle quietly in his ear as I pass, shoving his back to make him fall to the ground below.

Chapter13

Frankie

Ilook around as the barman runs over and puts his arm around me.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? I’ve called 911,” he tells me.

“I’m okay. I can’t believe he did that. We’d been talking, but when I got back from the ladies, he was just on the ledge. I tried to get him down … Do you know what happened while I was gone?” I ask, my concern obviously appearing genuine.

“Not that I saw. I’m sorry,” he says, leading me over to the bar.

“Can’t you look at the cameras,” I ask, almost certain that they don’t cover the far corner but wanting to make sure.

“They don’t cover the far side, so it won’t show anything. I really wish I could help, but the police will be here soon. Here, drink this, it’ll help with the shock.” He hands me a glass of what looks like vodka.

I leave it on the side and head back to the table, picking up my wine glass and placing it in my clutch. Moving toward the door I keep my head facing away from the cameras again and leave to go through to the bar inside.

Spotting the guy from earlier, I place my hand on his arm and tug him gently. “You ready to leave now?” I wink at him, and he smiles, then turns to the few of his friends that are left.

“Hey, guys, I’m leaving. See you tomorrow.” His hand rises in a wave, and he leads me out the door, his hand resting low on the bottom of my back, and that’s when I pounce.

I frantically start kissing him as we attempt to make our way downstairs. I can hear the sirens and people screaming as we get to the lobby.

He pulls back and looks around at all the commotion. I pull his face toward me, needing him to cover me as I can’t be sure of the camera angle on the way out.

We get outside as the police rush in, and I put my face into his chest as we fall between the crowds behind the cordon that is being put up.

I sigh and feel the rush of adrenaline … I made it out!

“Jesus! I wonder what happened there, it looks like someone jumped,” he tells me.

“Kinda puts a downer on things, don’t ya think?” I say, looking up at him. “Maybe another time.” I move away from him and start walking down the sidewalk.

“Hey, what about your number,” he calls.

“Yeah, sure, call me,” I tell him.

“Great, speak soon.” He waves and I get a few more steps before the moron calls back, “I don’t have your number.”

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