He nods, his red-rimmed eyes wide with fear.
“One wrong move, Ricardo. One move. The Bratva monster in me will come out.”
I step away from him partly because I can’t handle the smell of him.
He’s still nodding, “Yeah, man, yeah,” he mutters. “I’ll stay away,” he says.
I sneer, disgusted by him. As a human being, as a soulless asshole. He never deserved a daughter as beautiful as Athena.
Turning on my heel, I walk away, leaving him alone in the alleyway. Hopefully, I got my message across. I really don’t want to have to kill her father. I can’t imagine she would be very pleased with me if I did.
Chapter 12 - Athena
“Adrian?” I call his name, and he answers from farther down the hallway. Tilting my head to the side, I try to figure out where he is.
“I’m in here,” His voice carries from the bedroom.
Without thinking, I hurry over to him, eager to ask what I want to ask. I don’t even think as I burst through the open door.
Adrian is standing half-naked, wearing only a pair of pants, rubbing a towel against his freshly showered hair.
I stagger to a halt; my eyes are desperately trying to look anywhere but at his perfectly sculpted form.Holy fuck, he’s gorgeous. He’s perfect. He’s so fucking beautiful.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize. I just wanted…” I trip over my words.
“Did you need something?” he asks, smirking at my awkwardness.
“Um, the gun,” I blurt out, trying desperately to remember why I came in here.
“Gun?” he repeats in confusion.
My eyes are refusing to be controlled, and I am still gawking at his masculine form.
I turn my whole body to the side and start fidgeting with the doorframe as though it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “I want to learn how to shoot the gun,” I say, forcing myself to focus on the reason I came in here and nothing else.
“Oh, I see. That’s a good idea, actually. I should have thought of that already.”
“So, I can?” I ask, looking at him with my brows raised as excitement ripples through me. I thought he was going to argue and say no.
But then I remember he’s still half naked, and I quickly look away again.
“Sure. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll finish up in here and meet you in the living room. We can do our first lesson now,” he replies.
“Really!” My excitement spills from my lips without restraint. “Ok, sure, downstairs, yes, I’ll wait there,” I mutter, pulling my eyes down to the floor.
I need to get out of here. Right now.
Hurrying, I turn out of the door and practically run down the hallway to escape the sight of him.
In the living room, he doesn’t leave me waiting long. And when he comes through, he’s fully dressed. Black jeans. A black sweater. Still fucking gorgeous. The clothes don’t make him any less gorgeous.
Dammit.
Focus.
Shooting.
I’m going to learn something new today.
