No Strings Attached

CHAPTER 19

"Might want to put the gun down sweetheart," I chuckle, not turning to face her as I slide my suit jacket back on.

I hear her suck in a sharp breath, and I smirk, "I've left you unable to walk Il mio fiore, what makes you think you can kill me?"
[my flower]

"I've killed too many of your men to count, don't be so sure that I wouldn't kill you too," she whispers, and I hear the gun click.

I turn around to see her standing straight and pointing her gun at me, her dress hanging tightly against her body, hickeys scattered across her skin.

I smirk and take my own gun out, pointing it at her, "Go on then, kill me," I whisper, aiming my gun at her head as her gaze hardens.

"I could do it, so don't fucking tempt me," she grits out, and my smirk only grows when I realise she's all talk. She won't actually kill me.

"Kill me then sweetheart, shoot the gun," I say lightly, unable to keep the pride out of my voice when I realise I've beaten The Fiore Mortale.

She suddenly smirks and walks closer to me, her eyes raking down my body as she tosses her gun on the bed and places two hands on my chest.

I freeze as her lips linger against my neck, "This is just too much fun," she groans, kissing along my jawline as her tone turns seductive. "Getting under your skin, fucking you," my eyes flutter shut as I drop my gun, "Oh baby, you're just too easy to play," her voice is so light that it takes me an extra second to register her words.

She chuckles and brings her knee up hard, kicking me in the fucking dick as I groan. "Now," she hisses, kicking my gun away from me as she grabs her gun and pushes me back down to my knees.

"Too bad I have to kill you, you really were fun Vincenzo," she says, her voice laced with fake sadness as she points her gun at me.

Suddenly the door is kicked open and her eyes widen, before quickly shooting her gun. I duck to the ground and the bullet grazes my shoulder.

"I though you were a better shot than that," I smirk, wrenching her gun from her grasp as I kick her in the stomach.

Her face contorts to one of anger as she lands heavily on the ground, her hand searching the floor for my gun as her eyes stay locked on mine.

"Fratello, Le Aquile Rosse are trying to get up to the room, they're almost through our men," Alessio grits out behind me, and I roll my eyes.

"No one gets into this room, now leave," I snap, not taking my eyes off Anastasia as she gets up to her feet.

The door shuts and I smirk as she raises her gun, I quickly pull the trigger and shoot her in the thigh, causing her eyes to roll back as she falls back to the ground.

I chuckle and keep my gun pointed at her as I walk over to the pained girl, snatching my gun off her as she curses under her breath.

I tilt her chin up with my gun, "What a shame you have to die," I murmur, my finger resting against the trigger.

"Go on, do it you pussy," she hisses out, "It's either you or him,"

I raise an eyebrow at her, unsure of who she means by that.

Her Grandfather?

She suddenly smirks and reaches up her dress and my eyes widen when I realise I'd forgotten about the knives she'd strapped to her thigh.

Before I have time to realise what's happening I feel a sharp pain to my stomach, my eyes rolling in pain as she slashes her knife through me.

I groan and rip the knife out of me, quickly grabbing Anastasia's wrists and pinning them behind her back.