Twenty-Two

He was right, the police couldn't do shit for me. I could see the pride in his eyes as he sneered at me, stalking ever closer until he was a mere breath away.

A mere tantalizing breath away.

"I own the police, Raven," He whispered, blowing air over my eyelids and they closed involuntarily.

"That's…quite presumptuous Mr. Moretti," I mumbled, taking a step back.

That seemed to make him even angrier because his nose flared and before I could blink twice, his arms were wrapped around my waist and my eyes narrowed fiercely when he held onto me rather tightly.

"I own you!" He spat much to my irritation. I arched a brow in mockery.

"What? Have you gone mad?" I scoffed, fighting the hold on me. I'd had enough of his tomfoolery.

Luciano seemed to have a rethink of his actions. His eyes were wild with anger and as if he was disgusted, he pushed away from me and walked back to his desk.

I stood rooted to the spot watching him settle down and resume working. Bastard! I thought with gritte