Page 27 of Targeted By Vengeance

He took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips. “How about I treat you to a drink, first?”

They drifted away from the railing towards one of the couches in his section, conversing about their choice of liquors. Maria sat a fair distance away on the couch, and Jules grinned at the challenge she was posing.

It was harder to see them at this angle. We’d need to move closer to keep a better eye on her.

I climbed off of my stool and held my hand out to Simone. “Come on,” I told her as she accepted it. “Dance with me.”

THE AGENT

“Do you even know how to dance?” I asked as we found a spot amidst the crowd of swaying bodies.

Mateo yanked me against him, flushing our bodies against each other. “Yes,” he replied, a glint of mischief glittering in his eye. “Very well, actually.”

I raised an eyebrow as his fingers tightened around my hips, easing me into a rhythm with his. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“More than you can count.” He twirled me around and pressed my back against his torso. His breath brushed against my ear as he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Now, do that dance you were doing the other night.”

A smile tugged at my lips as I pressed my ass against his groin and swung it around to the beat.

“Atta girl,” he praised, his baritone voice sending heat straight between my legs.

Leaning into the feeling, I raised my arms and looped them around his neck. My eyelids fell as the music hypnotized me, transporting me into a perfect world. One where only the two of us existed. There was no violence, no pain, no heartache. Just my body against his.

His hands slipped from my hips to my thighs, caressing the inch of bare skin between the slit of my skirt. He buried his face into my neck, inhaling a whiff of my perfume.

Through our clothes, I could feel his dick hardening his pants. The tip poked against my ass, trying to break free of its restraints.

“Focus,” I teased.

He peppered kisses up my neck, stealing a glance up at the VIP section. “I am.”

I followed his gaze to where Maria was still sitting with Jules, now practically knee-to-knee.

She wore a coy smile as she sipped on the drink he’d bought her. Every now and then, I heard her giggle at his flirtatious remarks. She was playing this role so well that it was almost uncanny. Watching her even I forgot the malicious tricks she was hiding up her sleeve.

Mateo spun me around to face him. “Don’t stare too long,” he scolded. “Remember, we’ve gotta stay in character too.”

I glanced down at our hips, now grinding against each other. “But, we aren’t necessarily acting, are we?”

He chuckled. “Don’t forget they can hear you.”

I almost rolled my eyes. “Oh, you’re no fun.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.” His eyes rose to the upper level again, stealing another glimpse of Maria’s progress with our target. “They’re on the move,” he commented.

I briefly looked over to catch Jules leading Maria past the VIP sections towards the back end of the club. “Should we follow her?” I asked.

“Nah, we don’t want to get too close. She knows the signal if there’s trouble. Just keep dancing and listen.”

Admittedly, it was hard to concentrate with the way Mateo’s hips were moving with mine. The heat that may have been feigned on his end was very real for me.

Despite all the conflicting feelings I had about him, one remained consistent - climbing closer and closer to the forefront with every intimate moment. I worried about it before, after our night in the hotel room, but now I was downright scared of it.

Mateo had made it clear emotions were not his strong suit. I didn’t want to push him away by harping on the matter. He’d already left me behind once. I didn’t want him to do it again.

A gunshot pierced through my ear, interrupting my thoughts.

Time froze, as it usually does after a sound like that. My eyes flicked between the statues of people around me, searching between their gaps of their stiff limbs for the source - or the victim.