Could this day get any more worse, Kite wondered as she was seated in the back of the posh Mercedez benz GL SUV being driven by that brute of a guy who’d bundled her into the car. With the way he was built and the strength in his hands she could tell he also doubled as the bodyguard. She glanced at her seat partner who had been on the phone since he’d come out of the restaurant, talking business jargon to whoever was on the other end of the line. She had no idea where they were taking her. She hated this, not being in control was killing her, what were the odds of running into the same person she’d swindled earlier that day? Fate could be such a bitch sometimes. Maybe the girls had been right, her con acting was going to land her in deep shit, if it hadn’t already
Kite didn’t know she was still staring at him until his eyes turned and held hers. She looked away in embarrassment, goodness! Not only would he think she was a thief, creepy staring freak had now been added to the list also. He finally ended his call and her eyes went down to the phone he dropped in the compartment between them. It was an iphone but not with it’s regular casing, this had a gold casing and what she suspected to be real diamonds decorating its edge. Didn’t these wealthy people get tired of diamonds? She should steal it just to show him he shouldn’t forcefully detain strangers who were thieves and con artists.
“Do you want to steal it too?” He asked her as if reading her mind and her gaze met his again.
“It was actually a gift from my younger sister and I can assure you, unlike myself who can let things go, my sister would hunt you down if you stole from her.” He smiled then, probably at some joke in his head because for her there was nothing amusing about the situation. Looking away from him, she realised she was starting to think those dark broody eyes were sexy, the way they crinkled at the sides when he smiled and then there were those damn pink lips of his. He wasn’t her usual type, so why this sudden feeling?
“Where are you taking me?” She needed to know.
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“Somewhere we can talk…. I would like to have a frank conversation with you and even though you’re a fraud…… dupe….. con artist or simply put, a thief, I’m willing to treat you like a lady by having a civilised conversation with you. It would be so much easier taking you to the police or better still back to the jewelry store but I’m too much of a gentle man to do that. I believe we can settle our differences in a civilised way over dinner which because of you, I had to skip.”
There was nothing to settle, she didnt plan on giving him back what she’d stolen from him, he was too much of a gentle man to harm her, she believed. She read people and she could tell he wasn’t that kind of person.
“I’ve eaten, so I’ll pass on dinner.”
“Fine, but we are still going to have that conversation. Besides, you should be thanking me for saving you from the police.” She raised a brow
“I didn’t beg for your help.” She spat, sounding as brave as she could.
“Oh really? Sal,” he called, still holding her gaze, his voice calm as he said
“Can you get us to the nearest police station in that case, or no better still, get us back to essenza, I guess they’ll be happy we found the lady who ran away with a million bucks worth of jewelry.”
“Yes Sir!” Sal clipped
“You’re bluffing.” She told him but even as she said it, Sal was turning the car in the direction of Aminu Kano street. Her abductor smiled
“Even if I bluff, Sal never does. The ball is in your court, you can either show appreciation for my help or face the consequences of your actions, of which I can assure you are grave.”
She narrowed her eyes, she knew she had to play his game, there was no choice at the moment. Even though she hated it, she would play for now until she had her chance at an escape.
“Thanks.” She muttered reluctantly, looking out her window.
“What? Did I hear something?” He asked
“I said, thanks. Okay?” She said managing a quick glance at him.
“Sal,” He said quietly and immediately Sal did a U-turn. Kite looked at Sal, although all she could see was the back of his head. Sal, the ever faithful servant, she thought wryly. So they were going to Cubana? She would make he and his boss wish they’d never forcefully detained her.