"I will deal with him myself. You idiots can't even get a job done right," I huff out as I walk through the dark walls of the basement.

'Him' being the traitor that thought it would be perfectly fine to go behind our backs and get money out of the gang.

And as a leader, it is my job to deal with all this, so here I am, making my way to the dungeon he is placed in. Why dungeon? Because that is what traitors get treated like here.

I hear footsteps behind me and I know exactly who it is. My bodyguard. Arden James. He's been my bodyguard since not too long ago few months back when he joined.

There just seems to be this undeniable pull between me and him. And I have been ignoring it thinking it's just my hormones being all over the place. But just recently I found out that maybe it's not, maybe it's the fact that I have grown fond of him.

I won't say I have gotten feelings for him because there is no time for that. I haven't got time for that. There is too much danger lingering on me, a target placed on me, a bounty placed on me.

And I can't risk anything just because of my emotions.

So I have been trying to avoid him but how could I when he is freaking everywhere?

Soon enough we arrive in front of the door. I can hear his muffled groans from the other side of the door.

I turn to the guard standing outside of it and see him straighten up when he sees me look at him.

"What have you done so far?" I always, always speak with power to people. They need to know that I am not any weak woman. I am in charge for a reason. Having no empathy being at the top of the list.

"Just like you said, few punches to get him to say something but nothing major as you wanted to do it yourself," I nod and turn to the door.

I don't touch it. I don't touch anything in this filthy place.

So Arden steps right behind me, his warm body emitting the heat making me want curl up in him but no. I shouldn't be thinking any of this.

I don't look at him in the face or make any eye contact and I for sure know he might be mad that I am doing this.

The guard leans forward and opens the door making a weird stench hit my noise. I scrunch my face up in disgust and pull my mask up.

I walk in with each step making a sound. Each step I take, this man's death getting closer to him.

He glances up from the floor once he notices who has come. His eyes widen when he sees me. It isn't daily that I go to visit people in dungeons or even traitors. Just ones that are special. And looking at his fearful eyes, he knows he is one of those.

"Why hello there," I say as I crouch in front of him.

"Would you look at that. Is somebody scared?" I fake a pout as he breathes heavily.

"Is somebody surprised to meet the one and only queen?" I tilt my head slightly and he starts to stammer back in fear.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going?" I grit out as I take hold of his collar and drag him to me.

"I-I" I narrow my eyes at him.

"There is no need for you talk coz everything has been done already." I smirk before saying the next thing.

"Except your death," his eyes widen even more if that was possible and he gets off the floor backing in a wall.

I get up as well but stay standing in my place.

I make a motion with my hand and Arden steps forward holding him against him.

"Drop him to the floor. And say hello to Satan for me yeah?" I smile at him while batting my eyelashes.

Arden shoves him and walks back to me and we both watch him struggle to breath because Arden may have strangled him in the process too.

I am about to turn around to head back out but see a hand flashing. Instantly on instinct, my arm swings out, takes hold of this old man's hand and twists it behind his back while hearing a satisfying crunch of bones breaking.

"Big mistake old man," I say while I forcefully shove him in a wall making his face smash in it.

But I have no time today. So I shove him once more and back away.

Looking away from him, I turn to head out when I catch the blue eyes of a familiar person. One who has been on my mind since I have seen him. One who has made me lack in doing work due to distracting me with his presence.

Arden.

I look away just before my stomach started to get that feeling again. I walk out straight without looking back knowing fully well he will be following me.

I groan and flip my hair to the other side while walking out.

As soon as we are out of hearing range of other people and out of everyone's sight, I hear a grunt behind me.

Before I can turn around, I am pushed against the wall and look up to meet the dark blue eyes.

"What?" I spit out.

"Don't what me. Why the fuck have you been ignoring me?" I narrow my eyes at him in an almost accusing manner.

"What the hell do you mean? I have been doing my job-" a mocking laugh escapes him.

"Doing my job. Right. What is wrong with you?" He goes back to the topic.

"Nothing." I grit out. I look away from his calculating eyes.

"Then why did you speak to him more than you were supposed to? Why did you not kill him?" My eyes snap back at him at what he revealed.

He knows too much. He knows me too much and it could be dangerous.

"Arden mind your own-" he leans closer till his lips are grazing my ear making all my words get caught in my throat.

"But I admit, watching you be looking so innocent yet be such a devil in disguise is hot. A big turn on for me," a gasp escapes my lips when I feel him shove his knee between my legs parting them.

"Arden," I whisper out. Once again, at loss of words. I don't even know what we were talking about.

"And here you are saying you don't want me," he puts pressure with his knee in between my legs making my eyes roll to the back of my head while inhaling a sharp breath.

He can make me go weak so fast. With a mere touch. And it's so frustrating that I cannot control anything. I like being in power, in control but he just flips it around. And it pisses the hell out of me on why this happens.

Every. Damn. Time.

"Arden move I-" he bits my ear and presses a hot opened mouth kiss in the crook of my neck yet again, stopping me from uttering anything.

We have never been close with each other. Never have we gone done and did everything. Few glances, few touches, few lustful eyes but that was it because I wasn't letting it go any further.

But now, it's like all my willpower is blowing away with one touch of his. He is making me powerless and it's driving me insane.

Regaining some strength, I take hold of his arms and flip both of us making his eyes widen in surprise.

"Now what? Huh?" I smirk biting my lip. He arches an eyebrow.

"Fighting for dominance Lavia?" He says in such a voice that makes me want to close my legs.

"I always have been one in power Arden. Don't forge that," I lean closer to his face, one hand resting on his neck the other trailing down his chest, tracing every peck.

"But not with me," he growls back and flips us back around.

He grabs hold of my neck and ends our little fight by crushing his lips down on mine.

Ok I loved writing this.

It's like enemies to lovers and I always found it hard to write that.

If my next book is an enemies to lovers, would you read it?

Am I good at writing it?