Page 36 of The Bonventi Hitman
He stumbles out into the street, and I see Luca's car. I raise my gun and fire one shot. The man falls forward and makes gurgling noises as he lies dying.
I look up and see blood splatter across Luca's window and almost smile, but then I feel as if I've been hit by a train.
It's her.
I lock eyes with Sofia in the passenger seat. The adrenaline of the kill mixed with my thoughts doesn't make me want to avert my gaze. I stare into her like a wolf at its prey.
I want to taste her.
I remember my gun is in my hand, and I quickly put it away.
Luca opens the car door, and our moment is lost.
"Dammit, Gabe, you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?" Luca asks as he approaches, looking down at the dead man.
As we discuss the next moves, I keep stealing glances at Sofia. I see her staring at us, at me, but I don't know if it's because she's in shock or intrigued. I know there's something about her, something under the surface, but that's the icing on the cake that pulls me toward her.
"Come on, let's move this guy to my truck," Luca says, and I abandon my thoughts and push on with the task.
We toss the dead guy into the trunk, and his head hits the side of the emergency kit attached to the side wall—ironic.
"So listen, I, uh, got a situation here now," Luca tells me.
"You mean the woman in your car?" I ask, unable to speak her name for fear of what I'll do.
"Yeah, yeah. I couldn't leave her, and when you called, I just didn't want to leave you out here any longer. She won't be an issue or anything to worry about. She's a good girl. Just take her back to the Capstone. Can you do that for me?"
Part of me wants to flat-out reject his question. I don't know about being alone with her. It's going to put me in a badsituation, and I'm growing weak trying to keep my hands off something I want—I'm not used to it.
On the other hand, I don't really have a choice.
"All right," I say, regretting the words as they cross my lips.
He pats me on the shoulder, "And plus, Isabella and I got into a little fight. Nothing that can't be fixed, but I should probably end up at home tonight to remedy it—you know how it is."
I don't.
I'm not married. Never have been and never wanted to. It complicates things. I like being free to take what I want when I want, to hunt both my targets and women. It's the thrill that burns inside me, something that Sofia's altered, and I don't like it.
Luca slams the trunk. "I'll go tell her."
I nod, "I need to clean up," I say, pointing to my bloody shirt.
We part ways, him to the driver's side, and me walking past her, glaring down at her as she looks up at me.
I take in a few deep breaths to release the adrenaline of the kill as I approach my car. I open my trunk, remove my shirt, and find a clean one. As she approaches, I turn to see her. She's wearing a red dress that's so revealing my cock stirs in my pants, and I feel instantly ready to pounce.
I have no idea how I'm supposed to keep it together when she looks the way that she does and when I feel the way I do. I’m obsessed with this woman.
How does a hungry wolf sit patiently beside the one thing it wants to devour?
ANNA - 15
We move across the hotel lobby, his hand firmly on the small of my back. In his presence, I feel untouchable. The hotel staff greet him, and he only offers them a slight nod as if he's on a mission.
We enter the elevator and stand in silence as we go up to the top floor. He looks down at me, and I can feel his eyes all over my body. The feeling makes my vagina pulse.
I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know what I want to happen. One side of me keeps reminding me of my mission, the fact that if this man beside me discovers who I really am, I'll wind up just like the man in Luca's trunk.
