“I have to give it to you. You have some balls approaching me to handle your booty call,” he said.
Unfortunately, this was the least ballsy thing I’d be doing today.
Chapter 15
After a few minutes of silence,the phone rang. The expeditor looked down atthe screen, and histhick eyebrows raised towards his hairline. When he answeredit,his tonetransformedfrom harsh to overly polite. Sebastian was obviously on theother line.
The expeditorhanded the phone to me. Awarm, familiar voice echoed in my ear, “Selene?”
“Speaking,” I replied,waving the expeditor off. He shook his head, but wandered towards the backyard.
“I have to admit, I hadn’t expected you to start begging meyet.” God, his condescending tone set something off in me.
“Good thing I’m not begging you, I wouldhatetodisappoint,” I paused for a moment remembering the urgency of my situation.“Although, I do need to see you.Right now.”
“That sounded a bit like begging.”
I rolled my eyes before I remembered he couldn’t see me.
“Send a car to pick me up, so we canspeak somewhere in private,” I said.
He laughed, but there was an underlying darkness to it. “It’s sounds like you are begging me to fuck you.”His voice lowered.“It’s okay to admit it. I can make you come so many times that youwon’t even be able to remember your own name.”
I could feel the redness spreading across my cheeks. Damn pale skin.
“Send the damn car,” I said, the embarrassment seeping into my voice against my will.
Dark laughtercaressedmy earasI hung up on him.
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An hour later, the town carSebastiansentwas moving into a significantly different neighborhood from the construction site. Aswe passed by talltownhomeswith ivy climbing up the white stones, I tried to keep my mind in neutral. Focus on the scattered skyscraperstoweringabove the brownstones, or theimpeccably dresseddoormenstanding at attention. When the parked cars in the street morphed from Porsches intoLamborghinis, a blinker turned on. Andthe nerves began to kick in.
What was I thinking? I knew better than to go into enemy territory without a single weapon. My father could have an enforcer ready to mow me down the second I stepped out of the car.
I swallowed back my agitation, and focused my attention back on the enemy territory I was stupidly walking into. Men in suits milled infront of a sixstory brownstone. Underneath their ironed suit jackets, I spotted the bulges of guns.
Part of me was tempted to jump out of the car, but the driver was already pullinginto a glistening white driveway without a hint of gum or grit stuck to the ground. When the men approached the car, the driver pressed a button. The divider rolled up between us, blocking our view of each other. Good. The fewer people who knewof my presence the better.
Before I’d gotten in the car, the driver had assured me that we could see out of the windows, but no one could see back in. Not trusting a word out of Sebastian’s men, I’d obviously tested that statement myself. Although, I had wondered if it was shifting glass, and that with a push of a button the windows were as clear as a glass table. If I had a gun, I would have pressed it against the window in order to test that theory.Since my gun was currently in Ray’s hands,I leaned back and studied the men speaking to the driver.
At this distance, thelines of their guns were obvious beneath thebulky men’scrisp black suit jackets. I recognized the outlines of a few Glock 17s, and a Browning High Powered. When we got inside, I imagined I would see more machine guns than semi automatic handguns.
The windowless garage opened, and the car crept forward. Just the garage was largerthan the entirehouseI’d been squatting in yesterday. When the garage door closed behind us, five suited men marched past a bright red 1964 Ferrari, and raised their guns toward our car.
It was too late to back out now. I took a deep breath, and held it in for a moment. If they smelled weakness, I’d be walking out of this building in a worse position than I was currently in.
Time to get my head in the game. I let out a breath, and slowly lifted my lips into a cocky smile.No onewas going to fuck me over.
“Pick me up in that next time,” I said to the driver, pointing at the polished red 2 seater.
He ignored me and stepped out of our town car. The suited men approached the car, flanking it on each side.
The man closest to my door pointed his gun at me, and said, “Step out of the car with your hands in the air.”
“How do I keep my hands in the air AND open the door?” I asked with a laugh.
His expression tightened and nodded at my driver.
