Chapter 125
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Sitting at the long bar on a letter stool I glanced at the bartender who was standing in front of a shelf of hundreds of different alcohol bottles, drying the inside of a beer glass with a towel. "Give me another shot of tequila." I said raising up my empty glass for him to fill.
Slapping the towel over his shoulder the bartender brought out a bottle of tequila. "Don't you think that you have enough to drink?" He questioned with a lopsided grin on his face hinting at the six empty shot glasses in front of me.
"You still don't look handsome in my eyes yet, so no, I am not drunk yet." I retorted thrusting the glass towards him with a smile. The man's smile faltered, a frown replacing it as he poured the tequila in the glass while grumbling something incoherent.
"Thank you!" I grinned widely for the bartender to send me a glare before continuing to clean the empty glasses. Glancing over my shoulder to inspect the room I chucked down the tequila content- feeling my throat slowly burning up before placing the cup back on the counter for my hand to grip it tightly as I felt the frustration bubbling up in me.
Damn it where is he!? My source told me that he would be here tonight, but he is nowhere to be seen! I groaned frustrated inwardly as my target hasn't been spotted yet and the smoke that permeated the room that was caused by the smokers here limited my sight- forcing me to squint my eyes.
My client want the target dead as soon as possible and my boss doesn't tolerate failures. The last time somebody made a mistake, well let's just say that they need a straw to eat their food now. Did my source betray me perhaps? I am pretty well known in the underworld and many want me dead, so I wouldn't be surprised if they threatened or bribed my source to put me on the wrong track. Well if that's the case then it just means that I will have to get rid of him.
I was about to ask for another drink in hope to quell the frustration that had manifested in me until a looming figure made its way to me. The sound of footsteps padding against the floor ceased and I could feel the figure standing next to me. "Is this seat free?" A hoarse bass voice that teared through the obnoxious chatters of the people inside the bar and overruled the music made me snap my head to the side to see who the voice belonged to and I wasn't disappointed by what I saw.
I had to crane my head up to look at the tall man whose height towered over every person here. I don't know why he was wearing a suit, but I felt sorry for the fabric that had turned tight from the strain that was exerted from his taunt muscles.
His jet-black hair was neatly slicked back showing his undercut framing his face nicely, his jaw that was carved out perfectly, dusted with a stubble beard, to his thick arched eyebrows and below them a pair of globe that overwhelmed the rest of his face features- heterochromia eyes. Those blue, green eyes were locked on to my gaze like magnets not allowing me to divert my attention.
They were gorgeous, but simultaneously daunting as something primeval was brewing behind them. A mixture of intimidation and barley contained excitement brandished my core and I had to repress the devilish grin from surfacing on my face.
I want him.
I haven't been laid in a while and seeing a hunk like that only wakens my unsatisfied urges. "Sure go ahead." I gestured at the empty seat next to me with a smile. Returning my smile with a smile of his own he leisurely took a seat next to me. "Two port wine." He told the bartender as he puts up two fingers to make it clear, his gaze still alight with mine. The bartender nodded his head and started to prepare our drinks.
"And why is a man like you sitting here alone?" The mysterious man asked.
The bartender returned with our drinks, placing them in front of us. Taking the drink I brought it to my lips and took a sip from it while keeping a steady eye on the man next to me. "I can ask you the same thing. You don't seem like a man who would be here without any company."
The small chuckles that he produced to my answer were like music in my ears causing my body to tingle in delight. He brought his glass to his lips before he said, "I was taking care of some business here and was about to leave until I saw you." and took a sip of his beverage.
I arched my brow surprised and amused at his brazen words, but I was happy to know that the stranger batted for the different team and was clearly interested in me. "Well I am honored, it isn't every day that I catch the eyes of a handsome man like you." I snickered and was about to take another sip until a hand took a hold of my chin, turning my head to the side.
My heart skipped a beat at the sight of his mystical eyes that held carnal desires. "Are you alone bambino?" He asked in a commanding voice freighted with a thick accent that revealed his Italian roots turning his voice even huskier and more desirable.
Letting my tongue sweep across my lips seductively I gave him a playful smile and answered him, "I also came here for business, but that business decided not to show up. Would you like to keep me company for the night instead?"
Releasing a growl he dipped down his head to share a searing kiss and I moaned pleased at how perfectly our lips were mashing together. His tongue went over the seam of my lips asking for entrance and my eyes went wide before I smiled against his lips.
'Look at this bastard go.' Without wasting anymore time I parted my lips and let his tongue explore the inside of my mouth, leaving nothing unturned. He broke of the kiss and I let out a small whimper of protest as the kiss was too short leaving me wanting for more.
With his hand still holding my chin he pulled himself slightly away. I felt an uncomfortable tension starting to build up in my core as his smoldering gaze looked down at me. Impatient I tried to go in for another kiss, but he kept my head steady with his hand receiving a heated glare from me. His eyes twinkled with mirth matching his curled up lips. "Let's continue this somewhere else. I am not really into a mood to give a show." He said as he darted his eyes to the side. I followed his line of sight to see some unwanted gazes of the people inside the room, watching our make-out session.
I rolled my eyes not bothered by their curious gazes. They should consider themselves lucky to be able to witness this. I swiftly grabbed the man's tie and pulled him in for a kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip before pulling away. "I am not the patient type, so be quick before I find somebody else to spend the night with." I let go of his tie and as if my separation spurred him into action, he snarled something unintelligible in Italian and grabbed the back of my head, jerking me back to a blistering kiss.
Holy fuck. The kiss was hard and hungry and I couldn't help but let a few moans escape my lips. My arms wounded themselves around his neck deepening our kiss, pressing myself impossibly closer to him, as if I couldn't get enough of his lips. His kiss was just mind numbing, something that I haven't come across before, making me look forward to when our clothes dissolve into nothingness, letting our wild instincts take reign on the bed. Suddenly, he tore away, his eyes smoldering with unsaid desires. The pure lust reflected on his face made me delirious, causing a tight feeling in my pants.
"Let's go." He said authoritative, his voice walking on a thin line of restrain and primal desires and grabbed my hand to drag me swiftly out of the shop to something unforgettable.
