5. To hell my plans

Dean Frost's POV

I try to focus on the papers, but it's impossible. It's like I don't have the ability to understand what I read. My body is here inside the car, but my mind has already reached the building and crossed the penthouse straight to the room of that intrepid little girl.

Since she saw me she could recognize me as the ex-fiancé of her best friend. However, she has not mentioned our meeting a month ago in this same city.

She does not remember me…

The rage surges once more and I feel like shaking her hard, then ripping her brain open. How is it possible that she has forgotten me? Me!

I am going to punish her because nobody forgets me. It is time to start her ordeal.

'And to possess her,' a voice in my head adds. However, I deny the idea no matter how much tempting it may be. It is not time yet, first I have to drive her crazy, then catch her and in the end she will fall round before my feet, crying out for mercy and singing the weaknesses of my enemies to the rhythm of Traviatta.

As soon as the driver parks, I bolt for the elevator. I loose my tie and undo the buttons at the collar of my shirt as I turn left in search of my prisoner. However, a murmur interrupts my steps.

Is that Steve? An angel? Who the hell is he talking to?

My brain seems to go off on the spot like an automatic emergency button and I clench my fists, unable to contain the tremor.

'That is not what I'm thinking, because I will kill him'

Indeed, as soon as I set foot in the kitchen, I see the two of them very close to each other and her laughing as she herself did with me the night we exchanged words for the first time.

'Damn cheeky!'

I punch the son of a bitch down before kicking him, ignoring the teaser's shriek.

"Go away!" I snap, pulling at the sleeves of his jacket, not caring one bit about his bloody mouth. "Go to the club and collect your things because you are out."

I throw him at one of my bodyguards before going after the cause of all the mess.

"Let go of me!" she struggles to no avail. "You're a fucking troglodyte!"

"And you're a pants heater!" I reply in the same furious tone. "Can't you contain your flirtatious tendencies?"

"Can you about your psychopaths's?", she refutes fiercely. From the beginning I knew she is not daunted by danger, but this is… too much. Does she have no love for life? Because right now the idea of ​​cutting her throat alive looks too tempting in my mind.

I let her go and put some distance before I do something I might regret later.

"What are you doing out here?" I question coming back to my five senses. Leah drives me crazy, she makes me lose control and that is a reaction that no one at all is capable of provoking, not even the damned Man of Steel. "How did you get out?"

"I took her out," Joe's voice cuts in and I curse silently. "I needed help in the kitchen. Is there a problem with that, Dean?"

Of course there is, but I'm not going to give her the pleasure of confronting me. Today I don't feel like listening to her sermons, since my head is already too hot.

"Stay out of my business, Joe," It is all I say before yanking on the brunette's arm and dragging her into the elevator under protest.

"Where are you taking me, you maniac?", she utters without stopping struggling.

"You haven't come on vacation, little girls", I stipulate taking her by both hands to immobilize her and later, cross the door when the elevator opens. The darkness of the place together with the dim colored lights surround us instantly, "and in my house you have to earn a roof and food."

"Then kick me out!" she rants. "Send me back to Italy and problem solved." 

"Should I remind you that you are here of your own free will?" I ask. "Do you want to go back? Very well, I suppose Coulson will be willing to welcome you on Italian soil. Which head should he bring as a gift?"

"You're a jerk!" she lunges at my body kicking. "Bastardo, maledetti, stronzo…!"

She proclaims all the offenses in Italian which come to her mind. However, she doesn't resist when I pull her towards the stairs and we enter the dressing room area.

"What is this?" she points out, brushing away tears.

"Your new job," I reply amused. "Do you see that bar?" I point to the stage. "Let's see if you dance as well as you used to model."

"I'm not a hooker!" she protests. However, nothing can take away the amused expression from me anymore. Whichever option I choose, I will enjoy it equally. "And I'm not going to dance for any perverts!“

"Careful, little girl," I warn with resentment. "Don't let the girls or any of the customers listen to you. Your ordeal would become even more agonizing. Get used to this place because it will be your new second home. Now change and put on something sexy."

"Not even dead!"

"It's either that or clean the toilets," I say . "It's up to you."

"I'd rather surround myself with shit than become a part of it," she crosses her arms in an indignant pose, and I can't help but stare at the generous neckline.

Damn! I can understand why everyone looks at her and wants her. Leah Falco is not an exotic beauty like her friend Cassandra Reid, but instead she has an overly striking face and body, which contrast perfectly with her haughty and outgoing personality. She is the most sensual woman I have ever met and the worst thing is that the damned one, knows it.

"If it's what you want", I take her by the shoulder to lead her to the place previously prepared for her and I must use all my strength to contain laughter when I see her reaction. "What did you expect? Ninety percent of the people who come here get drunk."

"Give me the gear before I smash your head in," she reaches out a hand, fighting back gags, to me.

With a smile I go to the corner to return with the cleaning instruments and hand them over.

"Try not to confuse disinfectant with bleach," I scoff enjoying myself. "Let everything shine."

"You miserable bastard," she mutters to herself.

"Have you said something?x

“Give me the rest!” she demands.

"I think what you have is enough."

"Where's the protective gear?" she hisses, getting more and more pissed off. "I need at least the gloves and the mask."

"Oh," I let her see a mock face of circumstance, "I'm afraid we've run out of time. You'll have to figure it out."

"I'm not going to touch someone else's vomit!", She exclaims terrified.

The fact that she is afraid to touch food scraps and not to face the Devil, is too ironic.

"Then you'll have to dance, little girl," for what seems like hours we remain silent without breaking eye contact. She ponders her options and I wait for an answer, while I delight in the good views that she offers me. "Time is running out and I must clarify that you don't have all night to decide."

She walks forward, emboldened, with those gray eyes so fierce, they remind me of a wild lioness.

"You're a despicable maniac, you know that?", she inquires in a very low tone of voice, as if she caresses me with her breath.

'It's another one of her tricks,' I fight the anxiety of possessing her.

'She only seeks to provoke you'

"Have you forgotten my name?" I question proudly.

"No, but in my eyes you don't look like the acclaimed Devil", she alleges, pursing her lips. "On the contrary, you look like an injured puppy because his toy was taken away. You know what? Now more than ever I reaffirm my decision to have bought that plane ticket for my friend. Although, if I had been in her place, I would have gone to the altar and would have left you there to become the mockery of the city you acclaim so much."

'Damn!'

She has pressed my unhealed wound seeking to make me bleed. She tempts me without knowing that I am capable of lighting the flames of hell and burning her alive.

In an unexpected move, I wrap my arms around her and slam her against the wall.

"Do you want to provoke me, little girl?" I snap, my voice suddenly hoarse. "Very well, face the consequences."

My lips move closer to hers, I feel her tremble under my touch and I make direct contact with her eyes. She wants me to kiss her, those silver-colored spheres scream at me. Her brain may not remember me, but her body does.

I said that I would wait, that I would be patient… but my plans can go to hell! This sassy flirt needs a lesson and I'm going to give it to her. I'll readjust my strategy later, but today Leah Falco will be mine.