Page 40 of Dark Prince

?Chapter Twenty Two

?Axel

Ipull into the drivewayof the target's house and shut the car off. “We’re just gonna walk up and knock?” Cordelia asks.

“How else do you expect him to let us in?” I turn my head to look at her, wondering if the rush of her orgasm at ninety miles an hour has made her dumb.

“Listen, I don’t do this kind of shit, I find my victims in a very specific way, remember?” She crosses her arms over her chest, did I make her mad?

“Yes Cordelia, we’ll knock on his door and when he opens it, I’ll barge through knocking him back.”

“Oh, like in the movies?” She wiggles her shoulders and claps her hands. “Let’s go!”

“Slow down. We don’t want to set off any alarms before we knock. We’ll go to the door, holding hands and peacefully. It’s all about the appearance, we can’t look threatening.”

“Have you looked in a mirror?” She asks.

“You know what I mean.”

“Oh, better idea. I lure him with my sex appeal.”

“What?”

“If I walk up to his door alone, a meek lonely woman, he’ll open the door without hesitating, then boom, you kick the door in and hit him in the face before he can touch me!” She says with far too much excitement, but honestly it’s going to work far better than us going up together.

“Fine. But the second he tries to touch you.”

“Yeah he won’t. I don’t like when people touch me without permission, remember?”

“I do.” I reply with a smile.

“Yeah, well, fuck off. That’s not the point.” She pulls her shirt down, showing more cleavage than I approve of and messes with her hair. A growl leaves my chest as she turns to look at me, she rolls her eyes. “Oh hush you, they’re just tits.”

“Those are my tits.”

“Come on. Let’s get our guy.” She pops out of the car and heads up to his door quicker than I like. I stick to the front of the house, and make my way up the stairs through a blind spot of the front door as she raises her hand and knocks.

The door cracks open and I see a pair of eyes looking at Cordelia. “Can you help me?” Cordelia says with a crack in her voice.

“What do you need?” He says angrily.

“My phone died and I’m so lost. I got off the highway for some gas and I have no idea where I am.” She’s almost in tears. Damn, she’s good. I almost believe her story and I know it’s made up.

He moves to open the door and Cordelia steps to the side, giving me the space I’ll need. I rush the door, knocking it into him with my shoulder as he grunts and falls to the ground. I should probably tell her that this guy is a serial rapist with thick connections to her family, but I wanted to see what she could do. And she did the damn thing.

Bending down, I grab the douchebag by his shirt and pull him up off the ground and carry his bitch ass to the old recliner, throwing him down in it. “W-w-whatever you want. I c-c-can get it.” He says, stuttering just a little.

Cordelia comes in the door and shuts it behind her, humming as she places her hands behind her back, cocking her head to the side as she steps up next to me. “I don’t think he understands why we’re here.”

“Who are you?”

“Hello Branden Troy Baker, my name is Axel Mazitti, and I’ll be asking you the questions tonight.” I state as his eyes go wide.

“Fucking legendary introduction.” Cordelia holds up her hand like she’s an Italian talking about food. I’m watching her and when she looks at me the smile on her face is huge, “Sorry, continue.” She clears her throat and tucks her hand behind her back again.

“Do you two need a moment? I can go.” Branden says, trying to push up out of the chair.

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