Chapter 19: 13| Kill-2

I placed my hands over his on my hips, keeping them there. "Why is that?" I spun back around. "Your boss doesn't like seeing you with pretty ladies?" He watched me with a light smile on his lips. I huffed, running a hand through my hair. "Want to get some air?" He nodded once and took my hand, leading the way out. Sighing, we continued to walk along the sidewalk. Still on edge, I glanced over my shoulder to make sure nobody followed us out and when I knew nobody had, I tugged him into the first alley, pushing him against the wall. He stared down at me. "You're dangerous, aren't you?" "Only a little," I replied with a smile, sliding my hands up his chest and to his shoulders, then the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Only before our lips touched, I drew back and laughed softly. "Can I ask you something, Jay?" "Anything," he exhaled, squeezing my waist. I met his gaze. "What dirt do you have on Nicholas Ambrose?" He grew still for a second before realization washed over him. Groaning quietly, he let go of me and tugged my hands down. "I fucking knew I should have listened to them. I knew it the minute I saw you," he scoffed lightly. I hummed with a soft pout and placed my arms around his neck again, persisting when he tried to throw them off. "Jay," I warned. He stared back at me. "Are you going to kill me, Amara Milano?" "Mm-mm," I shook my head, "you're too pretty to die tonight." Confusion flickered in his gaze with a hint of surprise in them. "And you didn't piss me off," I grinned, stepping back. "Tell me what you know… and I promise I'll let you go." I slipped my fingers under the hem of my dress and pulled out the dagger I kept tucked into a knife garter belt wrapped around my thigh. Man, that's been poking my skin all fucking night. I stepped closer and watched as he tensed up. "Don't worry, I won't use it on you." I really hope he doesn't piss me off now. He's been doing so well. Tucking the blade under his chin, I lifted it up. "Jay?" I asked softly, "tell me what you know." "What do I get in return?" he asked, swallowing. I paused in thought before shrugging. "A kiss?" He chuckled dryly. "You're crazy." I traced his jaw with the blade. "Spill it," I demanded. "Ambrose has a lot of money from an arms deal he did a few months ago," he gave up, "turns out the man he bought the weapons from was murdered right after. Ambrose is the main suspect and now you're his attorney." "Keep going," I ordered, taking a quick glance at the end of the alley. "We have evidence to prove it wasn't Ambrose but someone else. Your opponent is Clark Walker, isn't it? Brother of the victim?" "Mm-hmm," I hummed. "He's paying us to get rid of that evidence. For good. He wants Ambrose in prison for the rest of his life." I eased up on him, pulling the blade away. "Is that all?" "That's all I know," he confirmed, letting out a slightly shaky breath. "You want the evidence? Maybe I can get it for you." "You will," I agreed, "I'll find you when I need you, don't worry. You're good at hiding your fear," I told him, tucking the knife back into its holster, despite the way it dug into my thigh. "Go," I nodded towards the exit. "Keep your promise," he scoffed in annoyance. I blinked. "You want to kiss me that badly, Mr. Jay?" I teased. I stepped closer. "You're not bad," I told him, pinching his shirt, "I guess I'll give you a kiss." He lifted his brows at me before leaning in. Our lips brushed and… "Jay!" He groaned in frustration and glanced at the other end where two guys along with his boss stood. I smiled, "I guess you're not that lucky." "You danced with me," he replied, "lucky enough." My brows shot up in a bit of surprise. "I think you have a crush on me, Jay," I teased. "Who knows you and doesn't have a crush on you, Ms. Amara? Will you kiss me if I admit it?" "Jay!" they yelled again. "Maybe," I continued, ignoring them. He's just too pretty to say no. Maybe I will take him home tonight after all. "Does that mean you won't kill me?" he asked. "I already promised you I wouldn't." "You promised me a kiss too," he said pointedly, pushing off the wall and closer to me. "I like you," I said, narrowing my gaze. "Definitely lucky enough," he smirked, tilting my chin up as he swooped down and left a soft kiss on my lips. I blinked in shock as he pulled back. "See you around, Amara." "Don't snitch on me," I warned, "I might have to kill you if you do." "I don't have to!" he called out over his shoulder, "they fucking know!" I groaned in annoyance, watching as one of the men stalked over to me while their boss dragged Jay away. Quickly pulling the dagger out again, I tightened my grip on it and glanced down at my heels. I guess I am killing someone tonight after all. "You're a sneaky little bitch, aren't you?" he snickered, giving me a light push. I clicked my tongue in annoyance. "Don't go so easy on me, it pisses me off." I dodged his first punch and blocked his first kick with my own. The man still managed to land a blow in my side, knocking the air out of me momentarily. I resisted a wince and held my side. "Is that all you've got?" I taunted. Grabbing me by the hair, he dragged me to the other wall and pushed me against it, face-first. I groaned in pain, the brick bruising and cutting up my cheek. Fucking hell. I blindly swung the knife behind my back and he jumped back. "Fuck you," I spat out. He scoffed in disbelief and then came at me. Ducking under his arm, I side-stepped him and grabbed a hold of his wrist, twisting it inward until he yelled in pain. Kicking the back of his knee, he fell to it as it gave in. Exhaling, I moved to stand behind him and twisted his arm behind his back, pinning him in place with my knife at his neck. "Told you not to go easy on me," I mumbled, catching my breath before I drove the blade through his neck, puncturing straight through it and pulling it out before I could feel the blood running down my fingers. Turning around, I saw the other three returning. "Jay," I sang with a grin. He held his hands up in surrender. "They won't listen. I warned them." At least I don't have to kill him. "Want me to help?" he offered, despite his boss standing right beside him, glaring. "Don't worry," I called out, turning my attention to the second guy. "I got it." . . . . . Chapter 13