“You’re okay. It’s mine.” My wide eyes flick back to his top this time, and I see red blood seeping through his shirt at his shoulder.

“You’ve been shot?” I ask urgently, my hands leaving his neck and covering his wound without another thought. I have no idea what I am doing, but in all the movies I watch, they try to stop the blood flow by applying pressure. So that is what I do. I don’t miss the definition of muscle on his arm as I squeeze his shoulder firmly with my tiny hands.

He chuckles, bringing my attention back to his face. “I am alright, Little Red. Just a graze. I will live to see another day.” His eyes seem to sparkle in delight at my concern for him.

I don’t reply, slowly releasing my hands, becoming suddenly very aware of how I am sitting on him. I blush slightly at our position and go to move, but there is nowhere else to sit. All the other men are huge, not leaving a spare space. His hands travel up my thighs and grip onto my waist, and at the unexpected touch, a shiver runs through me, my eyes flicking to his. He leans his head back against the seat, openly admiring me as his hands rest on my hips.

“We are nearly there, Little Red. Stay put.” I nod mindlessly, amazed that he is so calm and in tune to how I am feeling, yet he doesn’t even know my name. Though, I haven’t missed the nickname he’s bestowed upon me.

The grip of his hands is warm, firm yet gentle, and I’m surprised by how easily my body relaxes into him. Looking out the window, I try to see if I can make out any landmarks or signs that would tell me where I am or where we are going, but as the buildings rush by, I come to accept that I have absolutely no idea. All I know is that I am in a car with four men I don’t know, all with guns at their sides and blood on their clothing. An air of danger lingers around me, and I know deep down I should be frightened, but I am simply not.

I came to New York for an adventure… and it looks like I found it.

3

Dante

I don’t know who this tiny redhead is, but she is nearly weightless as she sits on my lap. I can’t say I mind the vision I now have, of her perfect tiny body on top of mine, and if I didn’t just fuck shit up by shooting Dominic and killing all his men, I might actually be able to enjoy it. She walked straight into the line of fire, and I had little time to think about what I was doing. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.