Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
AUDRY
T he strategy was risky, I'll be the first to admit it - stealing from a trigger-happy gangster is one thing. Sticking around and confessing is truly unhinged behavior. Kylie told me so many times. However, I could see no other way to infiltrate his many layers other than to offer myself up to him.
He didn't make it easy, but I'm not one to complain. His iPad had his passwords saved. His fingerprint, I simply lifted from his key card. Oh, and the booby traps on the door… amateur hour. Too easy to set up again for the eagle-eyed infiltrator; that is, me.
Months of study and research, including a very drunk and high night with his accountant’s assistant, had given me the correct authorizations. Transferring the money from one place to another was a matter of moments. I was really proud of myself for this one.
Brilliant work Audry.
If nobody else was going to pat me on the back, I sure was. But now this bodyguard was holding my hands way too tight, and it was a little painful I admit. Difficult to maintain a flirty mien when you're in pain. But I did my best.
“It's rude to keep a woman waiting. Where were you all this time?”
His eyes literally flashed at me. It was scary sexy. I might have been a little wet. “Who do you work for?” He asked me coldly.
“Hey, come on, if you're going to interrogate me you should at least ask what my name is.” I changed to a preppy British accent, "We haven't even been properly introduced. What would Emily Post say?”
His lips twitched the slightest bit, as if he was tempted to laugh.
Got him! I thought triumphantly.
Marco looked at his underboss. “Cover her up and bring her along. We don't have time for this.”
He watched as his underboss manhandled me, taking off his coat and covering me with it, before gathering his belongings off the bed and stuffing them into a bag. He walked out of the room without another glance at me, the body guard following behind, his hand like a vice around my arm.
I went meekly, determined not to provoke anyone any further problems by making a fuss. Marco’s shoulders flexed, and I could feel his annoyance. He seemed to be quite volatile at the moment and I couldn’t really blame him. Still, had I made an effort to look attractive for him. The least he could do was notice.
They bundled me into a black Lexus with tinted windows and luxury leather seats. There was a drinks bar in front of us and the leg room was ridiculous. I’m tall, so I notice those little touches. Of course, Mr. Gangsta’s Paradise happened to be much taller than me, so I suppose the leg room was for his benefit, not mine. He sat across from me, glaring malevolently, his icy blue eyes boring into me like a piston.
“There’s no need for all that.” I said as softly and sultrily as I could, “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
“Who are you?” he barked.
“I’m Audry.” I made to stick out my hand, “And you are…?”
He quirked an eyebrow. I have seen many people do that, but never so elegantly. “You hacked into my accounts, and you don’t know my name?”
“No of course I know it. I was just being polite.”
“Why?”
“Hmm?” I furrowed my brow in pretend puzzlement.
“Why did you rob me?” he snapped, grinding his jaw like he wanted to bite me.
I sighed dramatically, looking out of the window. “Why does anyone do anything? For the fun of it of course.”
He reached out and grabbed the lapel of the coat I was wearing. “Listen here bitch , if you don’t give me a straight answer, I’ll-”
“Okay! Okay.” I tried to placate him, “Listen, I want to answer you, I do. But I can’t. ”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “What do you mean, you can’t ?”
His mimicking of my accent was really quite good. I grinned at him. This was going to be fun.