Desired By The Mafia Boss

Chapter 5

Hanzo shrugged nonchalantly. "I'll get rid of the footage. These guys don't seem to be bothered about the fallout. It can't be that significant. Besides, I might have been the one who kicked the chair, but you were the one who tied the noose. You're equally culpable."

Hanzo began to sway as he grabbed another bottle of Sake and guzzled the entire thing in one gulp. He slumped onto the stool behind him, the bottle still held in his right hand, legs stretched out, a weary look etched onto his attractive face.

She rolled her eyes, and let out a sigh of annoyance. So theatrical, and he was fully aware of it. "Have you finished? You've made your point. Are you going to assist me or not?"

Hanzo tilted his head, which she found to be an extremely irritating habit. "Are you going to agree to my conditions?"

"Well, that entirely depends on you... Mr. President? From my perspective, they'll be after you next. Mutual enemies and all..."

Hanzo didn't seem persuaded. She folded her arms under her breasts, utterly drained. "Look, how about we discuss the terms of this alleged deal when I'm not freezing to death?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, hoping that Hanzo was, at the very least, a reasonable man.

"Alright," he grinned, his white teeth gleaming as his smile broadened. "You're a bit on the thin side, but let's see what you've got. Take off your shirt. I bet you don't even have a nice figure. But maybe it's that unflattering suit." He grimaced. "It does nothing for you."

"What?!" Her cheeks flushed as she tightened her arms around her chest. Damn instigator. "That's not what I meant at all. I meant I can't make a decision under these circumstances. Also, this is my favourite suit. And I am not too thin."

She muttered under her breath, her teeth chattering. "Can we discuss this at another time? Perhaps when we're both in a better position to make impartial decisions? Say, not under the influence, for instance?"

"Fine," he slurred, and she wondered how the brute hadn't stabbed himself in his previous altercation.

"Do you have a phone I can use? I need to call my Grandpa. Let him know I'm okay."

Hanzo pointed to an old white device sitting on his desk. "Go ahead, make your call. But no police."

He removed his katana and slid it right in front of her. "Just in case you had any doubts."

She nudged the sword away at its hilt. "You've made your point. Can I make the call now?"

He nodded, and she dialed the house landline. Grandpa picked up surprisingly quickly.

"Jessy?" His voice, cracked with age, echoed on the other line. "Is that you? Are you okay? I was starting to get worried."

"Sorry, Grandpa. I'll be home soon. I broke my phone and uh got held up at work. So haven't had a chance to call you."

"When are they getting a new team member? You haven't taken a holiday in five years."

"Yeah, I know," she sighed and rubbed her brows with her forefinger. "I'm sure that'll change soon. Don't worry so much, eh?".

"Hey," Grandpa asked, the tone in his voice suddenly changing. She could tell he was worried about something. "Could you stay with Emerald this week? A pipe burst about half an hour ago and flooded the first floor of the house. I have to call the plumber in the morning."

"Again?"

"Sorry, it's probably going to be a week this time."

"Yeah, alright. No worries. I'll give her a call."

She caught Hanzo staring at her as she hung up and tried Emerald's mobile.

"Who's Emerald?" He asked, ever the curious listener.

She offered him the most basic reply. "My older sister."

The phone rang out, and she tried again, and still, there was no answer, so she decided to leave a message.

"Hey Em, it's me. Sorry to be calling so late, but Grandpa needs me to stay with you for a while, a week by the looks of things. The pipes downstairs are busted again. I'll call you from the hotel in the morning."

She hung up as she checked the time on the digital portable phone. It was late, Emerald was probably asleep. Then it hit her. Damn. Her bank card, all her money. It was all in her briefcase. Oh, what was she going to do?!

She considered going back to see if she could find her things. But then promptly decided against it. Those guys might be waiting for her to do just that.

She hung up the phone and Hanzo handed her a small white towel.

"Thanks," she accepted the item and attempted to dry her feet, but the towel was too small to soak up everything.

She noticed Hanzo watching, and opened her mouth; a sarcastic comment already hot and ready to be fired. But to her absolute shock, Hanzo removed his jacket, and she stared, a sudden ache rippling between her thighs, as he slipped the shirt off his back. Holy mother of God...

A series of intricate tattoos, painted in various monotone colours, covered every spare inch of his muscled torso, from top to bottom, down his stomach and over his arms, and cutting off his corded wrists. She gasped as her s*x ached, like never before. She squeezed her legs together as liquid began to trickle down her thighs. And she knew, being in the same room with this man, was a dangerous game indeed. Christ. Almighty. Perhaps she was better off on her own.

It dawned on her that Hanzo was standing there, watching her, intently waiting, his hand outstretched. Oh, he was literally giving her the shirt off his back. She immediately became wary of his intentions. Why was he being so nice?

She shook her head. "No, that's quite alright." Her teeth began to chatter, and she noticed an increasing twitch along his jawline. Oh, he was gritting his teeth.

"I'll just air-dry. Thank you, though. Your thoughtfulness is much appreciated."

Hanzo thrust the shirt into her hands, a scowl of irritation now plastered to his face. "You're really stubborn, aren't you? It's the middle of winter. I don't need three bodies to dispose of. Now take the shirt, would you? Kusho!"

She begrudgingly accepted the item. "Fine, if you insist."

She raised the shirt to her face, careful not to soak it with her clothes, and her stomach fluttered uncontrollably at the dewy and masculine scent of him. She shifted uncomfortably in her spot as she imagined how it would feel to kiss him. She didn't like this. Not one bit. But she guessed it was dry. And she was so cold.

"Turn around," she demanded. "So I can change."

She half expected Hanzo to say something sarcastic, but he promptly vacated his seat and turned around. And for that brief moment, she was grateful that he wasn't deaf.