"Good work on the deal!" they hollered as I entered the range. All dressed up, muffles over their ears. They had no clue that I would've heard them if they'd spoken a lot less loudly. So patted my back; others looked at with silent appreciation or contempt. I was not their favorite, but they'd have no option but to get used to 'cause I was going to hang around for quite a long ti and they knew it.
Looking around the large expanse of the place, I spotted Anthony right at the edge of the range. There was no one around him. I believe he preferred it to be that way. His goggle covered eyes never left his target as the bullets punctured through the air in quick succession.
I made my way towards him, the plan forming in my head. I wanted to test his concentration; see if he could hit the target with absolute precision even if I interrupted him with my sheer presence. Before I knew it, I was standing right behind him, staring at his back, waiting for his reaction. I knew that he could feel right behind him, but he didn't move or show as much. I peered over his shoulder to see that the target was close to destroyed, barely any danger points left to be shot.
I waited for him to be done, or at least acknowledge my presence and he did finish his round of shots soon after. He pulled his ear protectors off and leaned forward to change the cartridge.
"Enjoying the show, Mia?" His voice was low for soone who'd just finished his round of shots and out away his ear protectors. Standing in close proximity to soone who shouted their answers at you for no reason was appalling. He didn't do it. His control over his senses was refreshing. Few people could pull off keeping their voice low after taking of ear gear. He was still facing away from , not glancing over at to see if it was or not.
"Sure am." I could see the side of his face from where I stood, and the distinct lifting of his cheeks as his lips spread into a smile. He placed the gun beside him and turned towards while he removed the offending goggles from over his eyes. He scrutinized for a mont, taking in my clothes, my face—my eyes.
"Didn't get much sleep last night, I presu." I shook my head with a little grin. "After I asked you to rest, that is," he mocked, coolly. I didn't answer him back.
"Thank you for calling them off my back," my voice was barely a whisper. Yes, the tailing bastards were gone. That was why my rancid mood had vanished. Montarily, but vanished.
He just shrugged it off like it was nothing.
"You did so good work, yesterday," he said. I took a bow but ended up thinking of a lot of questions.
"Why did you send , yesterday? Clearly, Cienna handles all the business." He smiled a sarcastic smile at that.
"I knew you'd ask that." He tilted his head to a side to appraise . "I want you to know the odds of working for . I had to get you into the sight of Luke Darcy. You're my new associate; an asset. I was just flaunting to you. There is nothing wrong with that, Mia. I have plans which are bigger than these little etings." He raised a brow as if to dare to ask him his plans. I didn't. I just knew that he'd have already told if he intended for to know. After a while, you accept that Anthony isn't soone you can take out information from. He'll hint at it, but never tell it like it is.
Mind gas: he loves those.
"Thank you for the opportunity." I appreciated it. To be flaunted by Anthony was a good thing. I didn't exactly understand where that left , but it certainly gave an advantage. People would trust enough to give information freely. It would be easier to infiltrate Anthony's mob.
"Nice jacket," he said before he left behind to stare at the carnage he called 'practice'. There was not much left of the target. He was the brand of dangerous that mixed genius with a destructive attitude. It suited him.
The comnt made my stomach tighten. mories of the first fight between Anthony and I flashed across my mind. I flung the jacket open and threw it beside Anthony's discarded gun. I chose the target next to Anthony's and picking up the gun I'd been given, shot at it rcilessly.
One after the other the bullets flew, piercing the damned thing over and over. Never missing, never faltering, I shot at it until I had no bullets left. I shot at it until I felt my shoulders ache with exertion. I put the gun down to give my shoulder so ti to recuperate.
"Good shot, my kitten," I heard him say. He stood right behind , too close to miss. And even though I could feel the warmth radiating from his body now, I hadn't felt it all the ti I'd been shooting at the target.
"You don't miss, do you?" he spoke into my ears. I heard a quiet, strangled chuckle follow. I peered at his face to see if he'd been sincere. His lips were twisted into a smile, his eyes burned. His hands gripped at his sides as he stared at . He licked his lips as he stared at my shoulder. "Put the jacket back on before half the n in the room decide to forget themselves and gravitate towards you." I stared at him for a mont as he walked away, feeling a sense of power overtake .
I had the ultimate control—to have him want to possess . That excited to no end. I was reaching the very peak. He would soon be in my palms to do with as I pleased.
Lewd images crossed my mind. Us: flesh on flesh, glistening and tearing at each other like hungry wolves, shaking with need, uncontrolled. My blood boiled and swam in my veins, scorching —with familiar anger and unfamiliar need.
Putting my jacket back on, I stole a look at Anthony who was talking to the other n, his hands still clenched at his sides; eyes still flitting across the room, trying not to look at .
I felt triumph- a victory I had never thought would feel so sweet. I lived in those monts for so ti.
It only lasted for a few monts. Cienna had entered my range of sight. She latched herself onto Anthony as soon as she spotted him and as if disgusted by the conversation the n were having, looked away. Her eyes t mine and she sneered at . I knew that Anthony was talking about , and she didn't like it. The look on her face was proof.
She left his side like she'd been scorched. Anthony didn't give an ounce of attention to her. She walked towards with contempt filled eyes and stopped re inches from . Her face was too close to mine. I felt her breath on my face. I wanted to move away, but I didn't want her to think that I was backing off.
"You reek!" she accused like it was an insult. To , it wasn't. I sweat because I work. I was powerful; I was closer to my goal than she was. I reeked of victory and promise. She hated it.
I wondered then, when did I start becoming so insightful? Maybe, it was the forgotten dream that jolted out of my helpless act.
I fucking worked now. I would pretend to do every damn thing asked of and ruin them. I would have fun. I would destroy and take; take everything and anything I want. It was all clear in my mind. It was the only way to win.
"Cienna!" I think I gave her a sweet, fake smile. It made look terribly scary. I'd seen myself in the mirror while I pulled that smile at anyone. "Give a hug." I engulfed her into my arms, surprising her. She shrieked in horror.
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