Athena
The sky was barely lit at four in the morning. Wisps of the sunrise were beginning to show, reminding me that I had to get my ass home for work. But I didn’t want to. Not yet.
I crouched on the roof of a building close to Luciano’s home, holding binoculars to my face. My black outfit blended with the night sky and it would be very unlikely to spot me. Gripping my binoculars tighter, I watched the men troop around Luciano’s home.
He lived in a freaking skyscraper. His building, as it were, occupied the penthouse. It wasn’t that surprising. Especially with the mass of money he owned legally, not to mention illegally. The men positioned around his home were placed rather strategically. To any passersby, they would seem like a bunch of homeless men waiting by rich people’s homes so they could get a dime or two.
But they couldn’t fool me.
I had been there for four fucking hours, in the damn cold, to know they were watchmen. Anyone who approached the building was thoroughly searched and scrutinized by each of the men. Quite a genius approach if you ask me. I pursed my lips and looked through the binoculars again.
No sign of Luciano leaving.
He hadn’t left the building ever since I’d gotten there. I had monitored him over the past few weeks. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and yet, the reports of mafia crimes in the FBI only increased.
Something was not adding up.
How was he able to organize crimes so fucking perfectly without doing anything suspicious? There had to be a way for him to contact his gang. A way to pass information across without me realizing it.
I furrowed my brows and raised the binoculars higher, struggling to look through the penthouse. The glass walls were dark and curtained thickly, there was no way I could tell if anyone was in there or not. I groaned, dropping the device to the floor and rubbing my eyes.
“Dammit! There has to be something I’m not paying attention to!” I groaned.
Trying to seduce Luciano was already proving to be a total flop and that irritated the shit out of me. Who the hell did that bastard think he was? I was Athena Fucking Henderson. There was nobody I couldn’t get to.
“Except him,” I gritted out, retrieving my binoculars, and climbed off the roof of the building. I had work by eight and if I showed up late, I was certain Luciano would use that as an excuse to fire me. “Bastard.”
He should enjoy all the fucking privileges he had now while it lasted. I was going to end him. I would make sure I reduced him to nothing but blood and ashes. For what he did to my father, for what he had done to countless others, he deserved nothing less.
Finally reaching home, I had barely kicked off my shoes when my phone blared some vague ringtone that almost had my ears bleeding. Getting over the initial shock, I snatched it off the desk in my living room and my eyes widened.
What the hell? Why on earth was he calling me? I rushed to the window, lifting the blinds slightly to see if anyone followed me home, and picked up the call.
“Miss Gonzalez,” Luciano’s arrogant voice reached my ears. “I didn’t take you to be a deep sleeper,”
Deep sleeper? What on earth was he on about?
“Sir?”
“This is the fifth time I’ve called you.” He grunted and realization dawned on me.
He must have called while I was out spying on him. How fucking hilarious. Feigning a husky voice to make him think I had been asleep, I yawned and laughed with a flirty voice only Raven Gonzalez would use.
“Sorry, Mr. Moretti. I was having very sweet dreams,” I purred. Yeah, sweet dreams of me bashing your fucking head against a damn wall.
“I don’t want to know,” He said gravely and I heard the shuffling of papers in the background.
Where was he?
“I’ll be working from home today, Miss Gonzalez,” he explained. “I’ll need you to pick up the files on the Caldwell investments, the building in Idaho, and the pitch from the marketing team members.”
“Yes sir,” I replied, pursing my lips as I contemplated what this meant. I would be going to Luciano’s home. I would finally have a view of what the hell went on inside his home.
Damn, that was either a pretty bold move or a very idiotic one on his part. A grin found its way to my lips and I allowed my joy to slip through because why not?
“I’ll be coming to your place? Oh, Mr. Moretti, that is so forward of you,” I taunted and heard him growl.
“Dress professionally, Miss Gonzalez. You’re not here to give a strip dance or some shit. You’re coming here to work. Get your head out of the clouds!” He spat angrily.
“Sure thing, Mr. Moretti,” I giggled. “What about your meetings?”
“Conference calls. For anyone that has to be physical, reschedule with them.” He explained and before I could ask any more questions, he hung up.
I glared at the phone then as an idea slowly formed in my head, I grinned wickedly. Nobody said I couldn’t have a little bit of fun on the job now, did they?
“It’s on like donkey Kong.” I cackled racing to the bathroom.
***
“Miss… Uhh?” The security guy stared at me, red in the face, his body trembling as he stared at the picture in his hands and then at me.
“Raven,” I said sweetly. “Raven Gonzalez.”
From my side-eye, I could see Luciano’s watchmen approach us slowly, curiosity scrawled over their faces. I suppose I did look a bit extra.
My hair was done up in a sleek bun. I had a bit of makeup on, the highlight of it was the bold red that coated my lips. The green dress I wore hugged me tightly. It had a high neckline but it had a slit that exposed nearly all of my thigh. I struck a pose and grinned when the guard’s eyes followed the sway of my hips and swallowed.
“Can I go in? Mr. Moretti will be waiting for me.” I asked and he nodded glumly. When I walked past him I heard him mutter ‘Lucky bastard’ and nearly guffawed. I could bet that the minute I walked into Luciano’s living room, he would not bat a fucking lid. That was how hard the jackass was.
A few minutes later, I stood at the door to the penthouse and pressed the intercom. “Hi, Mr. Moretti,”
For a full minute, I heard nothing. Then the door cracked open and Luciano himself stood at the door, glaring at me with all the annoyance in the world.
“What the hell is this?” He snapped, folding his arms and for the first time, I noticed he was wearing a tank top.
Good gravy!
I had never seen him in anything aside from suits. The man before me was… Unjustly sculpted. His arms were layered with muscles, bulging ones that made me wonder if they could breathe through all that damn suit he wore. From the exposed sides, I could see the hard muscles that lined his chest.
Damn, I thought, biting my lip. At least now I knew why those women came flocking around him. The man oozed a strong sexual appeal, it was hard to not get knocked off your feet.
“Are you done?” He snapped and my eyes tore away from ogling his abs to meet his dark, glaring ones.
“Damn, Mr. Moretti. You sure know how to make a woman melt in her panties,” I hummed and elation pursed through me when his eyes fell on my thighs and then quickly flitted away.
He noticed me. He liked what he saw. At least I thought he did. When he looked back at me, however, all traces of that disappeared and a stoic expression was back on his face.
Fucking wonderful.
“Miss Gonzalez, If you’re going to be indecent-”
“I have no intention of doing so Mr. Moretti,” I said brightly. “I came here for business only, I assure you.”
He gave me a pensive look as if he doubted I could be anything but indecent then turned around and walked inside. I followed and nodded when I saw the size of the living room.
Exactly as I expected. Fucking huge. The gray and white couches matched the white walls and everything looked so damn pristine and expensive, I didn’t want to touch it.
“Your home is lovely,” I bit out and he shrugged while walking to the door.
“We’ll work in my study,” he explained, pushing the door open.
His study was almost a replica of his office. Almost, if not for a small cactus plant on a shelf hanging on the wall. I frowned, reaching for the plant when suddenly I was being flipped around and pressed against the shelf.