Impatience is one of the things men do have in common. Donn Montequero was easy to read. Though I usually wouldn't even try anything like I did with him, I made him an exception.
He was, after all, one of the big fishes we needed to fry. Or, in my vocabulary, one of the big fishes I needed to chop the head off.
It wasn't something I tend to do quite often, but chopping the target's head off became a habit. It was my signature.
The idea thrilled me. Donn thought I was looking forward to being alone with him.
In a matter of seconds, I had him get on his feet, escorting me out just as the host was about to make some announcement.
He already had a room reserved. Hence, all he could do was get me upstairs, which was supposed to be where he would take the lady assassin with him.
With an arm around my waist, the man already treated me as his possession. When we passed by Ryan, he blew me an air kiss.
