Eleven

"What?" I broke into a short laughter.

She can't be for real serious.

But, why does her eyes give it all with the gloom yet fearful expression.

She took a deep breath as she lowered her gaze to her thighs, "My men were able to save you and a friend." She said and looked up at me.

I tilted my head a bit forward to her with my mouth in ajar, "Stella! Is this a joke to you?" I barked at her and gripped onto her shoulders, holding firmly the pads of her black leather jacket, her cigar dropped on the seat between her legs.

Her eyes widened in great shock, as she did not expect me to pull up at her like this, however, the minute she regained herself, she dusted my hands away like sand. 

There was no joke about her training up her body, it was so easy for her to push me back into my sitting position.

She sighed, picking up the cigar. "Seems like you are forgetting I am terrible at humor." She scoffed.