Hitman’s Secret by Rosa Mink
Chapter 3
Marko
She doesn’t scream which is surprising. My hand lifting to cover her mouth stops on her jaw, turning her face towards me so I can see it better in person, up close. I’ve watched her for three days now, watched the men that watch over her as well, which simply gives me more questions as to who she is and why Ono wants her taken out.
She really is as gorgeous as her pictures suggest, caramel hair, long but she leaves it up in twists and buns most of the time. Her eyes are the sweetest Mediterranean blue, and they don’t hold an ounce of fright as they meet mine. I’ve never let anyone see me before, not fully, especially not while on a purported hit. This girl though, I’ll do anything for including showing her who I really am.
“Are you going to scream?” I ask, leaving the accent out, seeing her breathing quicken. She shakes her head no slightly and I lower my face closer to hers, blocking out the light with my size. “You should scream, Natalia.”
“Why?” she questions, and I can’t help the light smile that comes. She didn’t ask me how I knew her name or anything else, just why she shouldn’t scream.
“It’s the normal action when someone’s kidnapping someone, unless of course, you think this is simply something your boyfriend set up to get you off.” I can feel her shiver at my words, but she doesn’t argue at all regarding my hold on her. Fuck, the softness of her body makes my entire body hard. Every single muscle inside me is screaming to take this soft girl, make her mine now.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“I know, I’ve been watching you,” I admit and again, nothing, no cries, no questions, she simply just stays where she is, pressed tightly up against the wall. “You’re not going to ask me why I’ve been watching you?”
“I don’t care.” Jesus, nothing she does is what I’m expecting. She surprises me entirely and fuck I want her even more because of it.
“Because of the two guards who keep an eye on you? You think they can stop me from taking you?” I can’t help but ask the questions, wanting more, needing more. I should be getting us the hell out of here, not asking her questions, but I want to know her, I need to know her.
“Can they?” Is all the response I get from her, no flaunting that they’re there, no boasting that they’ll take me down if I try to take her. I was anticipating a hysterical girl but I’m getting the calmest woman in the world which makes me wonder what it takes to break that calm.
“Not a chance, angel.” I lean down again after flipping her around, holding her wrists with a single hand, taking in her body clad in baggy jeans and a sweater that hit her thighs. She should be draped in a sexy dress, showing off her curves, reminding a man how much he can hold onto that soft belly of hers.
God, she’s incredible, just right. She’s barely five-five, likely weighs one-forty, but it’s all soft edges with her, breasts, high and round. You can tell she has them unlike twigs that break with a single hard fuck. Her ass is incredible, I’ve seen it in tighter jeans the last few days and it’s enough to have any man wanting a taste, but I’ve no intention of letting anyone else have one. This girl is mine and I’m going to make damn sure she knows it, starting now.
“This is your last chance to scream, angel,” I warn, my face inches from hers and I can feel her breath as she replies.
“You can take me, I won’t fight.”
“And what if I intend to take everything from you?” I push her hands above her head, my free hand sliding up that soft stomach of hers. I inch it higher until I can cup one of those incredible tits, giving it a squeeze so she has no excuse that she misunderstood.
“Will you take me completely away from here? Never let my father find me again?” she asks and all of the questions I have as to why Ono wants her dead instantly triple. Who the hell is her father? Ono? God wouldn’t that be fucked up?
“Who’s your father, angel?” My question makes her brow lift, shit she just keeps fucking surprising me.
She looks up at me, her eyes searching mine and simply asks in return, “You don’t know?”
“No, all I know is I’m taking you as mine, keeping you as mine.” I answer so she’ll answer me. “Who is your father?” I ask again, waiting for her to answer Ono, but she doesn’t, shocking me with her reply.
“Leo Vincent.”
Fuck, suddenly everything starts to become a little clearer and a whole lot murkier all at once. Hell, it’s more fucked up than if Ono were her father. This girl is not going to like the truth, not a little bit. She’ll run the instant I tell her, and I won’t lose her. I won’t let Ono make me kill her the way I killed her mother.
