3
Aurielo
It’s been what, six years since I’ve least laid eyes on the beauty who stole my heart and nearly got herself into a world of trouble for crashing a party at the compound.
Karina.
At least that was the name she gave me that night.
Was it real?
I have no idea.
I didn’t try to track her down. It was better that I let her go, escape, set her free, and never think about her again.
Was it fate putting us back on the same path? Bringing us together?
She shouldn’t be here, my Micetta.
“Do you make it a habit of breaking and entering?” I shoot at her remark about killing people in hotel rooms. She has no idea what she’s walked into and how dangerous the situation is for her.
She presses her perfect ruby lips together.
If she’s afraid of me, she doesn’t show it. I suspect she’s terrified, but hiding her emotions well. Very few people don’t beg for their life when met with the moment of their demise.
“Not my fault the hotel gave me the wrong key,” she says.
She’s fiery and beautiful. Her looks are pale compared to the personality behind her calm exterior. She’s a firecracker. I can see it in those cool baby blues. “Karina,” I say, remembering her name from the night we were together.
“You.” she opens her mouth and quickly shuts it.
“What was that?” I ask and step closer, closing the distance between us. My hand goes to her throat. I could easily extinguish her life.
She gasps as I touch her, and my hold doesn’t tighten.
Choking her is the last thing that I want to do to this woman.
Unless it involves foreplay.
“Are you going to kill me?” she whispers, staring up at me.
Challenging me.
I’ve been ordered to kill her by the mafia boss himself.
Defying an order is suicide. Killing her, I’m not sure that I could live with myself.
At least not yet.
There’s too much unfinished business.
I want to discover if she tastes as sweet as I remember and if her body molds perfectly against mine.
If she’s dead, I can’t do that.
My silence bewilders her.
Karina takes several steps backward and reaches behind her. She yanks the lamp from the table and pulls the plug right out of the socket, wielding it like a sword.