In the Company of Killers

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Chapter: 012


I glide through the water, letting it clean my sweaty limps from this morning’s run with Malachai. We’ve started running every morning. He’d come by my room and together we would sneak out through the back door in the kitchen and jog along the path. I looked forward to it actually. Compared to everyone else in the house, Malachai was a squishy toy. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he could kill you in 0.5 seconds but when he wants to be, he’s really easy to get along with.

“I’ve been looking for you,” Came Enzo’s gruff voice from behind me. I pause, looking over at him at the edge of the pool. He was in his usual dark suit, looking down at me like I was the most annoying thing in the world.

I grin swimming over to him. I folded my arms over the edge and gazed up at him through my lashes. “You have? What do the bossman want with little ole me?”

“For one, I’d like you to put on some clothes.” His gaze was cold, detached. “Second, I want you to be my date to an Awards ceremony this evening.”

My eyebrows jumped. “Awards? I didn’t think they gave thugs awards.”

“They don’t,” He glowered. “I’m a respectable businessman receiving an award for my contribution to the expansion of New York’s real estate and you’re my date.”

“I thought this whole me pretending to be your girlfriend was a one-time thing.”

“It’s not.”

“Well in that case. Go fuck yourself.”

His jaw ticked, a sure sign he was getting annoyed with me. He wasn’t used to people denying him. “Get out of the pool and get dress before I do everyone a favor and drown you.”

Maybe I’m a masochist because what I did after was really stupid, even for me. I whipped my hands through the water, splashing his expensive suit.

Time slowed between the moment he looked down at his wet suit, sticking to his buff frame, and the second he dragged his dark gaze to me. Anger rolled off of him and I suddenly felt cold in the pool’s warm depths.

His voice was cold as ice. “Come here.”

The rough command sent a mixture of fear and anticipation buzzing through me. Slowly I pulled myself out of the pool, water dripping down my body. I saw his eyes follow a line of moisture running between the valley of my breasts and I know his control was on a tightrope the way his eyes flared.

“Enzo, I’m sor--”

I didn’t get to finish because in the next second I was over his shoulder and he was carrying me into the house. “What the hell!” I yelled as I tried to squirm out of his hold. I might as well be fighting with a pole. A fucking strong pole. “Put me down, Enzo!” I started to struggle until a hard slap on my bare ass had me stiffening.

My heart stopped.

“Did you... Did you just spank me?” I asked in shock and a little aroused.

He ran a large, rough hand over my tender butt and my body trembled in his hold. “That’s what happens when you misbehave.”

“I’m not a child!” I winced as he spanked me again on the same spot, before rubbing it gently with his calloused hands.

Wetness pooled between my legs and that told me everything I needed to know. I was enjoying this. A lot.

I stopped moving, and if I could, I stopped breathing too.

“Good. You’re learning,” he grumbled and I realized his hand was still on my ass. He walked me into his bedroom and I didn’t have time to admire the decorations before he was throwing open an adjoining door.

He didn’t pause but ripped open his shower door and deposited me gently inside the sleek interior. He flicked on the shower and stepped towards me.

“What are you—” I gasped.

He tore my swimming top from my body with one fast motion. A light breeze blew through the bathroom, and my nipples hardened but it wasn’t from the cold. Another sound of fabric ripping caught my ears and I sucked in a breath as he’d yanked off my shorts too.

I was naked and highly aware of his heated eyes taking in every inch of my skin, lazily. Almost as if he had all the time in the world to admire me, no worship me.

Then without a word, he reached over his head and yanked off his shirt. I tried not to gawk, but failed miserably. God spent a hell of a lot of time sculpting this man. He was hard and rigid in all the right places. A sleeve of tattoos ran up his right arm and on his chest is a large Pheonix in flight. His wings taking up the span of his pecs. My tongue grows dry in my mouth even as his hand goes down to the buttons of his pants. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he pops the buttons open, sliding the remaining barriers down his legs, freeing his hard, thick cock.

A throbbing need started up between my legs, clearing all rational thoughts in my brain. All I could think about his long, thick shaft in me pounding me against the bathroom wall, filling the house with the screams of my pleasure.

No, Dyl. This isn’t right.

He’s your kidnapper.

Remember you don’t want to be here.

Those thoughts circulate in my head clearing the fog enough to see things a little clearer. I had a plan to get out of here and fucking my kidnapper wasn’t in it. I need to control myself.

“What are you doing?” I got out.

He stepped into the shower, crowding the already small space. “I’m going to take a shower, mia cara. What do you think I’m doing?” I didn’t appreciate how unaffected he sounded while I was practically trembling with need.

“I-I’m in here,” I stuttered out.

“I can see that.”

He’s fucking everywhere, his addicting, masculine scent, his green dark eyes took me in almost like he wanted to throw me around and fuck me in every position this shower could take. But Enzo was the master of control and he wasn’t going to touch me until I make the first move, until I go to him... until I begged. That’ll never happen.

With my reserve semi-strong. I turn away from him, standing under the shower tap.

I wash myself, purposefully slowing and exaggerating my movements because I know he was watching me.

I think I’m doing a good job of not climbing this monster of a man and doing what my brain was telling me not to do... That was until he stepped behind me, so close, I felt his erect cock pressed against the small of my back. I inhaled sharply as he leans around me to get the soap.

Don’t look at his dick, don’t look at his dick.

Fuck, I’m looking at his dick again.

“See something you like,” his voice is low and gruff and it sends an onslaught of sexual need through me.


“Pretty things shouldn’t lie.”

I had a snarky retort on the tip of my tongue but it fell short as I watch the suds slide down his impressive V line, diving along his massive cock and falling on the floor.

I inhale snapping my eyes to his. “I think I’m done here.” I didn’t like how breathy I sounded.

He didn’t miss it either. “You have ten minutes to get dress before we leave.”

I nodded and brushed past him eager to get out. Once I was outside and inhaling air that wasn’t filled with Enzo. I could think again and what occurred to me at that moment left a bitter taste in my mouth.

He’d played me...

And he’d won.

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I ignored him the entire drive to Town Hall. You could say he was ignoring me too. He hadn’t bothered with conversation. Instead, took the tension between us as an opportunity to check his emails. I wanted to smash the phone against his thick head.

The driver pulled up in front of the Hall and as I look through the window, I see a horde of press people rushing towards our car. Enzo slid on his frightening mask of indifference before opening the door and stepping onto the pavement. Several of Enzo’s men were ushering the people back but they were like wild animals. Pushing microphones and flashing camera’s in our faces. The only sign I picked up that told me Enzo was annoyed was the small tick in his jaw.

Enzo offered me his hand and unlike last time, I took it, allowing him to help me out of the car. Careful not to step on the hem of my dress.

Enzo glued me to his side as he shouldered past the media and into the building.

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Applause sounded as we both took the stage. Enzo wouldn’t have me leave his side and insisted I come up here as he made his speech. So I stood awkwardly at his side, constantly rubbing my clammy hands against my elegant, but slightly revealing, dress. I’m not a shy person but something about standing here in front of hundreds of scrutinizing, expecting gazes cause my nerves to spiral out of control.

To my surprise, and relief, Enzo intertwined our fingers, squeezing my hand gently in his. Maybe it was less for me and more for the audience but I didn’t care. I appreciated his reassurance. It grounded me.

Standing before his city, the King made his speech. “It is a great honor and privilege I stand before you all today...”

Stepping back, the audience went up in jubilant applause, whistling and cheering for the man at the podium. “You should give your publicist a raise. I almost believed you cared.”

He smirked and winked at me over his shoulder. He said his goodbye to the crowd.

“Are we leaving now?” I asked as he walked towards me.

“Yes,” he said. We were barely two feet off the stage before shots rang out in the crowd.



Enzo threw me behind the podium, his body encasing mines as my heart pounded against my chest.

Bullets showered over us. Blood was everywhere, staining the white carpet, smeared all over people running towards the exit. A sharp sting shot up my side and I pressed my finger to it just to realize its blood. I hadn’t even registered I’d gotten hit... but my goddamn dress!

Those pricks ruined my dress!

And it was NEW!

“Get. Off. Of. Me,” I gritted out.

Enzo tensed above me but didn’t move. “Didn’t you hear me? Get off.” By the sounds, I garner that there were four people. Two sporting measly six-round pistols and the other being bold enough to carry around a rifle. The guns stopped firing, I’m guessing the assailants paused to reload. I rolled Enzo off of me and in one quick motion I had his gun in my hand.

“Dylan!” I hear him whisper-yell but I paid him no mind. I was out for retribution.

I hopped onto my feet without a second thought.





I fired it until it was empty and their lifeless bodies lay crumpled up on the floor. “This is a fucking fourteen thousand dollar dress!” I shouted at their bodies and even then I was still angry. I took off my shoe and hauled it at them. Fucking cunts. This was one of a kind.

All around me silence rolled out as people got to their feet. Sirens and alarms blared in the distance and I knew the police would be here within seconds so I dropped the gun and started walking to get my shoe because those were expensive too and I wasn’t going to waste it on those sorry motherfuckers. But before I could even take a step, someone yanked at my hand, and then I’m pressed against a hard chest.

I knew who it was the second I felt his cold, callous hands around my waist. “You insane bitch, you could’ve died.” He breathed in my hair and for a second there he almost sounded... relieved. I felt his heart jackhammering in his chest. Suddenly he pulls me away from him, his angry gaze searching over my body and when he finds the wound his eyes darken. “You pull that shit again and I’ll burn all your clothes, do you understand me?”

I gasp, “You wouldn’t...”

Something sparked in his eyes and I realized his arms were still wrapped around me. “I fucking would.”

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