Chapter Twenty-Two-Crazier than me.

Chapter Twenty-Two-Crazier than me.
ARTEMIS'S POINT OF VIEW.
“Good morning there. I see you are awake and in the mood for jokes,” I say as my eyes land on his dry lips.
Fucking Christ! All these years without fucking are coming and biting me in the ass. Or pussy.
Would it be wrong of me to kiss him? Bite that full lower lip just a bit? But what kind of assassin does that?
The Red Dragon? Ahh, no!
Yeah, thought so.
“Here, drink some water. It’s going to help with the headache.” I press the straw to his lips, and he sucks it in his mouth, and my dirty mind replaces the pink straw with my pink nipples and-- oh, God, I’m doomed.
While my neurons are dying and my core clenches, he’s drinking like he is at the restaurant, and he has all the time in the world.
The motherfucker is cocky.
“I see that you are pretty relaxed. Won’t you ask me where you are? Who I am? What do I want?” I ask curiously, and he shrugs his broad, wide shoulders.
“Why would I do that? You would’ve told me already if you wanted me to know. And as for relaxation, I never panic; it brings nothing good. And from what I heard, you’re gonna kill me anyway. Or am I wrong?” He asks with an amused smile on his cocky, sexy-as-hell face, and I can’t help but smile.
“Good point. I’m just not used to this kind of reaction. Usually, they all beg.” I keep my voice steady, hiding the amusement that threatens to surface.
“I’m not part of all of them. We all die one day; mine just came earlier. But I’d like to know something about you.” Here, he makes a point. He’s definitely not like any other man I’ve ever met. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to kill.
“And what makes you think I care about what you want or not?” Well, the issue is that I care too much. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be stuck in this position. I would be at Apolli, relaxing.
“Well, a man can hope.” Baby, you’re a God, not a man, even your goddamn name says so!
Fuck!
Concentrate, Artemis!
“Okay, ask,” I say dryly.
“The reason. Ransom? Revenge?”
“I don’t need ransom, believe me. I have more money than I can spend. As for revenge... it’s nothing personal," I say nonchalantly, and he chuckles sarcastically.
“You’re about to kill me. That kind of makes it personal. Don’t you think?” His voice still carries sarcasm, which makes him even more attractive. Being sarcastic while you’re blindfolded, tied, and cuffed in someone’s basement takes sexiness to another level, and any human would agree with me.
“Nope. It’s just a job. It’s like saying that the waitress who served you a bad dish at the restaurant has something personal against you. Maybe the cook, but not the waitress.” He starts laughing, and I muffle a chuckle.
“But you said you’re not ready to kill me. What does that mean?” he asks after calming down.
“Did someone tell you that you talk too much?” I ask, and he chuckles.
“No. I’m a man of few words. But I like your voice.” Yeah, right. I recognize the tactic: make me talk, gather information, stall for time... Been there, done that. Doesn’t work on me.
“You could’ve fooled me,” I say dryly, and his manly laugh resonates through the basement again.
“You’re funny. But really now. Why aren’t you ready? No bullets?”
“Pretty boy, I wasn’t born yesterday. I know what you’re trying to do. This isn’t my first rodeo.” I say in a sarcastic tone, and he smirks.
“So you think I’m pretty.” Fuck, why did I say that?
“Oh, shut the fuck up! You really talk too much!” God, he’s frustrating.
“Are you shy? Did you blush?” He asks without losing the damn smirk.
He is the cockiest man I have ever met! How does he even know? He can’t see me, right? I look at the blindfold to make sure he can’t see anything.
Okay, that means he’s just stalling.
Good.
“Fuck you!” Okay, I don’t usually cuss people, but he’s an exception.
A sexy, frustrating exception.
“Well, your voice is sexy, so I don’t think I’d mind that!” He licks his lips, which still hold a sexy smirk.
He really has balls.
“I’m out! I can’t stand you anymore!” I turn to leave, but I stop as he speaks again.
“Why don’t you kill me? That would be easier.”
“Now you’re just tempting me!” I turn around, take my gun, and press it against his forehead.
But he doesn’t even flinch, he doesn’t even lose the fucking smirk.
He’s insane!
“Well…” He says it as if he’s waiting for me to shoot.
He’s fucking crazy!
I wait, willing my fucking finger to obey, but as usual, it disappoints me, so I turn around and go back upstairs until he doesn’t say anything, and I end up embarrassing myself more.
I’m pissed but also kinda horny. He likes power and control. Unfortunately, I have the gun this time. Still, I can’t help but wonder if he's controlling in the bedroom too…
But he must be a little scared, after all, he is chained up and someone is threatening to kill him. But I have to give it to him, he doesn’t show it, not even for a second. And that’s a turn-on.
Even chained up, he makes me wet.
Fuck my life!
I have a prisoner in my basement, who should’ve been dead by now. I forgot about the note, but I’m thinking about sex.
Way to go, Artemis! You are really something else!
Okay, it’s time to make the note. I go into my lab because I don’t want any fingerprints or DNA, and I write down the coordinates. That should do it. Now I just have to deliver the message.
The only problem is that there is no dead Adonis!