Alexander grabs my hand with his other hand that wasn't on my waist and then he starts to move side to side.

"The best fucking one yet," Alexander whispers. "Think you can show me your tactics?" He raises his eyebrows.

I chuckle and lean closer to him so that my lips touch the bottom of his ear. "I think you know most of my tactics, Xander."

Alexander tightens his grip on my waist. "Careful, angel. You don't want to start something you can't finish."

I smirk. "I think I'll take my chances."

Alexander chuckles and he is about to say something but then I hear bullets go off making everyone bend down and take cover.

Thirty Nine

Alexander pulls me to an empty hallway as more bullets start to go off.

"What the fuck?" I look out from the hallway and see everyone in the ballroom running out and grabbing their guns. I look back at Alexander and see him grabbing a gun out from his trousers. "Of course, you have a gun with you."

"Don't judge because I know where you hide your knife, Thalia," Alexander whispers to me and I feel my cheeks turn red by him once again. He trails his hand to my thigh and makes his way up until I feel his fingers touch my underwear making me jolt. "Wrong time to be wet, angel," Alexander chuckles.

I roll my eyes.

As if I don't know that.

"Fuck off." I push him away from me even though it hurts to do that, and I grab my knife from my underwear. "Who do you think is shooting the gun?"

"Party crashers who were mad about not being invited to the party," Alexander says before walking past me but then he quickly turns around and places his lips on mine.

He dips his tongue inside my mouth and deepens the kiss. I moan and grip his arms.

Alexander removes his lips from mine when he hears other gunshots go off along with people screaming.

"What was that for?" I ask while sounding out of breath.

"I need my little angel to keep me safe while I kill some people," Alexander winks before walking out of the hallway.

I let out a sigh before walking out of the hallway, towards one of the guys who had a gun in his hand, shooting at random people.

I knock the gun out of his hand and put the knife up to his neck. "Who do you work for?" I ask in a demanding tone. He tries to get out of my hold so then I trip him onto the floor and straddle him so he can't move, and I put his hands above his head while holding a knife to his neck. "Tell me or I'll slit your throat right here."

"You guys really should find more efficient ways to kill off an entire mafia," the guy chuckles. "You should have thought about Vladimir having a fucking brother."

Shit.