MARIE
“Wh-what do you mean you were waiting for me,” I stuttered, realizing too late that I had dropped my French accent.
The knowing look in his eyes told me he’d realized too.
He smiled. “I mean that I’ve been waiting exactly for you, a beautiful woman, lovely, with an innocent heart. You’re exactly what I need to thaw my icy heart.”
“Why do you need it thawed?” I asked before I could stop myself.
He shrugged. “Isn’t it better that way?”
I shook my head, realizing too late that I was letting him lead the conversation and worse still, I was invested in it.
With other clients, manipulation came easily, I told them what they wanted to hear, and before long, they were spilling their darkest secrets to me, but this man…. If I was not careful, I would be tempted to spill secrets of my own.
“Tell me,” he asked softly. “Have you ever been heartbroken?”
“No – I mean yes... Haven’t we all?”
The pain that came with the admittance was shocking, and I stared at the table a bit to catch my breath.
He nodded, getting up from his seat, and pocketing his phone.
“But you haven’t placed any order yet,” I reminded him, anxiously.
I did not know what to make of him. He had not established any kind of relationship with me or second date, if he walked out now, I would have to find another way to meet him again.
He smiled now, and his smile was dangerous, predatory. “I’ve met you now, I don’t need the Ritz. Let’s move over to my hotel room.”
I stared at him as he dropped a generous tip for the waiter. I’d never gone to a hotel room with a target before, most times, I got them to spill their secrets by simply offering them the promise of more.
I was about to turn around and walk out when I remembered the urgency I’d heard in Garrick’s voice, and the fact that he’d promised me a raise after this.
I nodded. “If that would suit you, I find you a very interesting man myself.”
“Ah!” He laughed, as we both walked out. “The French accent is back.”
All I could think of as we were chauffeured to the Hamilton hotel was how I would wiggle out of this without sleeping with him – I just couldn’t afford to sleep with this target.
Hamilton hotel was everything I’d imagined it would be. Exclusive in that way that screamed old money, with snobbish staff, and perfectly polished floors. His room overlooked the sunset, and the glow it cast left off an eerie feeling instead of the intended romantic one.
Every single one of my senses was screaming for me to leave, to keep running and not look back, Garrick could keep his damn raise to himself.
When I turned around, Peter was watching me intently. He’d taken off his jacket, and my eyes were drawn to the way the shirt he wore molded against his well toned muscles.
My breath hitched as he drew me into his arms.
“Now what?” I whispered, not knowing what else to say.
“Now, I find out just what stuff you’re made of Marie.”
If my senses were not already swimming, his knowing my name when I had not told him what it was would have been the red flag that sent me running out of that room, but then he pressed his mouth to mine, and I lost all trail of thought.
Memories flooded back, of when I had been held, and kissed, once I had mattered to someone – or thought I mattered, right until he inherited a fortune, and his parents decided I was no good for him.
My whimper turned into a moan as Peter kissed me, and then the sheer force of his presence blotted out any thoughts of Timothy, my fiancé from so long ago.
He kissed me with the ease of a man who already knew he would win. His lips were firm, confident, coaxing a response from me I had no defense against. I should have resisted—should have pushed him away, should have remembered who I was. But he didn’t allow resistance.
His fingers brushed the side of my throat, and my pulse betrayed me, thrumming wildly beneath his touch. I felt like prey, caught and trembling, yet somehow craving the jaws that held me. He kissed me like this was inevitable, like my surrender had been decided long before I ever walked into his world.
And then, without warning, he let me go.
I stared at him with wide eyes, drawing ragged breaths as I tried to remember why on earth I’d let things get this far.
His eyes were unreadable – his entire face was an impenetrable mask, but there was curiosity in his voice when he spoke next.
“You kiss with a lot more inexperience than I expected. Or is that part of the act as well?”
“What act?” I asked, realizing too late that something was so wrong about this job, it looked like a set up.
Instead of answering, he drew me into his arms. “We’re about to find out.”
This time, I didn’t resist.
Maybe it was a drug, maybe something in the air, or maybe it was the fact that from the beginning, he’d been in charge, and I hated how much I loved to follow.
I realized to my shame that his victory didn’t take much. And soon, we were naked, in each other’s arms, and instead of uncovering Peter’s secrets, he uncovered one of my own.
That until him, I had never had a lover. My elusive slyness was actually masked inexperience.
He rolled off the bed, tossing on his clothes with practiced competence, his back to me, and for the first time since Timothy jilted me on my wedding day, I buried my head into the pillow and cried.
Without a word, he walked out from the room and the full reality of my situation hit me when I heard the sound of the lock.
My phone chimed then, snapping me back to reality, and I stared at the screen. It was a text from Glenda.
“Get away from the target immediately. It’s a set up, and I think Garrick is in on it.”
Still trying to make meaning of it, another text came in with a photo attached.
“This is your target isn’t he?”
The photo was of Peter wearing a grey Italian suit, looking even more imposing as he stared out from a docked yacht. The text at the bottom of the picture sent tremors running down my spine.
“That’s not Peter Portman, that’s Xavier Storm.”
XAVIER STORMAfter the call ended, I muttered to myself, "This is going to be longer than I planned for." My voice sounded small against the weight of what I was about to do.I tucked the thick envelope under my arm and took my laptop in the other hand. My steps echoed down the hallway as I made my way to my private office at the L-Lounge. The door creaked open like it had done a thousand times before. This room, rich with dark oak, leather chairs, and the scent of ambition, was mine. For now.I sat at my desk and placed the envelope in front of me like it was a ticking bomb. I didn’t open it. Instead, I stared at the wood grain of the desk, letting the reality seep into my chest. It hit me this might be the last time I would ever sit here. The last time I would call this place mine.A chill moved down my spine. Nostalgia slithered through me like smoke. This was the first empire I built. My first real win. The L-Lounge had been my playground, my war zone, my proving ground. I fought
XAVIER STORMI woke early, not too early though there was a sunlight slicing through the blinds like a scalpel. Marie lay beside me, face half-buried in the pillow, hair fanned out like a veil. She was still pale. Faint bruises mapped the delicate skin around her cheekbone and down to her jaw. I stared at her face. There was something unsettling about how peaceful she looked in sleep, like none of the chaos had ever touched her. But I remembered everything.Last night. The way she had devoured the food. The way she'd tried to press me for answers, control the moment, and know what I was planning. Then the sex. Wild, desperate, filthy. Every inch of her surrendered beneath me, and I took what I had longed for since she vanished. It had fed the animal inside me: the hunger, the ache. But in its place, something worse had surfaced.Anger.Now that the craving had been satisfied, the fury took its turn. For what she did, for running, for defying me.I needed to punish her.No, I needed to
XAVIER STORMAfter the call, I felt in control again. I had used Suuny just the way I wanted, although I was not done with him at all, he really came in handy today, and Marie was finally within my reach once again. Her body would no longer hunt me in my thoughts, it was mine again to do as I wish.I soon became bored at the office as I waited for Dante’s call, it was already evening by way so I thought to just close and go the hotel.I should inform Else that I would not be coming home tonight, she deserved that much. That was the least I could do for such a beautiful sweet soul. I picked my phone and dialed her number, she answered at the first ring.“Baby, you are not coming home tonight are you?”“Why do you think that?’ Her question shocked me, she was surprisingly very correct.“You never call by this time, if not to tell me you would not be sleeping over.”“Hmm,” I she was right, I did not realize I was that predictable. “Well you are right, I would not be sleeping over tonight
I stared at the message I'd just sent, the screen glowing faintly in my hand before it dimmed and locked. Five men. One girl. And an entire operation hanging on whether or not Dante could follow simple instructions.The whiskey burned a path down my throat as I took another sip, letting the silence stretch. The office, my sanctuary, now felt like a cage. Too quiet. Too polished. I needed noise. Chaos. Something real. Something that reminded me I was still in control of the storm I had created.I leaned back in my chair and stared at the city lights. Marie. Always Marie.She was the beginning of this madness, and she would be the end of it too.A soft vibration pulled me back. A new message from an unknown number.Got a phone. Calling now.I grabbed the second phone, the one I had reserved just for this. A clean secure burner.It rang once before I answered. “Talk.”Dante’s voice came through, slightly winded. “Got the phone. Had to pay a courier kid to give it up. Told him it was an e
XAVIER STORMI watched as the rain fell steadily outside, the cool droplets running down the glass panes of my office windows. The storm had been relentless earlier, but now the rain had begun to fade away, leaving the world outside damp and glistening under the gray sky. There was no call from Sunny. No call from Dante either. I wanted to be there, to see how things unfolded in real time, but all I could do was wait. The silence gnawed at me.The hum of the office's air conditioning was the only sound, mixing with the distant drip of water from the eaves. My luxury office sat on the top of the building like a glass fortress, walls of transparent panes wrapping around the room from floor to ceiling. The glass doors that led inside gleamed under the soft recessed lighting, their handles polished to a mirror shine. Through them, I could see the plush leather chairs arranged neatly around the dark mahogany conference table. The thick carpet, deep in charcoal gray, muted footsteps and gav
XAVIER STORMThe whiskey had dulled my mind just enough to make thinking tolerable last night. I remembered sitting in the study long after the call with Dante ended, still swirling the last bit of amber liquid in the bottom of the glass. I stared at the firewood framed behind the empty fireplace, letting thoughts run wild. About Marie. About the art broker. About the weapons.It had all started to make sense, and then nothing did. My thoughts clouded with alcohol, the room humming with a quiet tension. Eventually, I slept off without even knowing. Not the kind that comes easy, but the kind you fall into after you're too exhausted to keep your eyes open.When the call came in, I was still caught in that heavy haze.The phone vibrated on the table beside me. I jolted awake, neck stiff, my lower back aching from the armchair I had collapsed in. Groaning, I snatched up the phone, squinting at the screen that blurred before my eyes."Hello, who...""Don't you have my number?" came the irr