Page 5 of The Bonventi Hitman
"I know exactly what you like." He says and pulls me back against his chest. His lips brush my ear. "You like danger. Power. The thrill of playing with someone who could destroy you."
"Or maybe," I turn my head slightly, our lips inches apart, "I just like making men lose control."
”You're playing a very dangerous game."
Before I can respond, I hear a familiar voice.
"May I take over?" Bill asks.
Gabriel slowly takes his hands off me, his warmth lost, and I suddenly find myself feeling cold, almost yearning for the warmth I’d just experienced.
"Of course," Gabriel says and looks down at me and nods, "Sofia."
He walks away as quickly as he approached and my eyes linger for a moment before turning to see Bill.
Gabriel slowly takes his hands off me, his warmth lost, and I suddenly find myself feeling cold a almost yearning for the warmth I’d just experienced.
"Of course," Gabriel says and looks down at me and nods, "Sofia."
He walks away as quickly as he approached and my eyes linger for a moment before turning to see Bill.
"Are you okay?" he asks me in a low voice.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"
"You know that's Gabriel Falcone, right?"
"Uh-huh."
As if I could forget.
"Okay…Come with me."
Bill walks me outside, and we stop under a terrace. It's cold, and I start to shiver, my revealing dress isn't meant for the Chicago weather. Bill removes his coat and puts it over my shoulders.
He looks around to make sure no one can hear us.
"The meeting is about to start."
"What?" I ask and look back inside, "how do you know?"
"The dons are leaving. They aren't included in this kind of stuff. The lower-level men will work out the details and then bring it to the dons. How it works," he says and looks around, "I need to figure out a way for you to get inside the room with us."
"I'll just go in."
"No, it won't work like that. You'll need to do something. Something…"
"What the hell does that mean? Do something?"
"I got it. Come with me."
ANNA - 3
As we walk back inside the party, Bill guides me down a long hallway decorated with expensive artwork and a high ceiling. The marble floor gives way to a plush carpet beneath our feet which mutes our steps, adding to the air of secrecy I'm surrounded by.
Where is he taking me?
Bill stops in front of a heavy wooden door and reaches for the knob. He glances over his shoulder at me, his eyes conveying a mix of confidence and reassurance. "Follow my lead," he whispers.
