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"Do I look like the type of person thats gonna put up with your bullshit Antonetti?" I spat, twirling a Marlboro cigarrete between my fingers. It being a habit of mine.

I take the pause in converstation to really look at him. Noticing how different he looks from when I last saw him. All his childish features gone, replaced with masculine features any normal hormonal teenage girl (or gay hormanal teenage boys) would swoon at.
Shamelessly, I sit and stare at him, taking in the tiny details. I see small cracks covering his lips, the way he constantly lets his eyes wonder round the room then back to me; making sure there arent any other threats, the grey flecks scattered around his deep blue eyes. How he runs his hands gently through his oak brown curls, the way he takes long breaths, and how he stares right back at my sinister gaze unfazed, as if …show more content…

" I growled. Anger again pulsing through my veins. My muscles tensing and my stare intensifying. My fists now bawled as I slammed them down on the dark, polished mahogany. I could kill him, right here, right now.

"Ooooo somebodys getting a little angry," He teases, lacing his voice in a seductive tone. I watched as his eyes shamelessly traveled up my body slowly. I could see him biting his lip, smirking as he once again met my gaze.

"But I don't mind, its such a turn on," He says, winking, knowing it would infuriate me further.

"Just tell me where he is Reid," I seethe through my gritted teeth, regaining my previous position in the chair I was sitting in.

"Before I tell you anything, I think we need to discuss the terms of my payment," He grins.

"What payment!?" I bark.

"I give you infomation on where he is and in return you give me something that I want," He says, smirking at me, mocking me. If he pushes me any further his blood is going to stain these magnolia walls.

"And what the fuck do you want then? Money? Drugs? Weapons?

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