The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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At least she won't realise that I have left for long enough to let me leave.

Getting up from the bed, I wrapped the spare sheet around my waist, walking toward the wall in closet with a view to get dressed for the night.

A password on the panel at the back of Ariel's shoe rack turned that small portion of the closet inside out, spinning smoothly without a decibel of noise, displaying an array of my collectibles.

Taking a hold of my trusted Mark 23, I made sure the pistol was loaded before tucking it into the waistband of my slacks along with another gun before pressing the button that turned the closet corned back into my woman's shoe rack.

It was the most safest place to store a number of weapon that was not registered as personal protection or self defending fire arm in this house.

After all, why would a raising businessman, looking after his father's real estate companies at the mare age of twenty eight require so much gun power and a villa with number of arm bearing guards standing in attention?

This question does not have to be answered to any body who is not in this life.

Whose step doesn't fall with mine, has no business asking these questions and looking for an answer to satiate his need of unasked curiosity.

Usually they fall in steep with the dead, six feet under. Sometime just around the streets.

Often the message is sent loud and clear and expected to be obeyed.

Roman wasn't a person to be fucked with.

And neither was I.

Suiting up in a charcoal grey suit, I exited the closet, turning off the lights.

I take a moment to study Ariel's bare form on the bed, hidden by the silks only, her eyes closed, hand thrown over her soft toy, feet prodding out of the sheets.

As long as she's under protection. I think. As long as she is safe, nothing else matters.

The world could burn and turn to ice and melt again only to burn once more. As long as she was unscathed, everything was in order.

As long as she was safe, everything was in order.

Sighing, I dimmed the lights, walking out of the warm ambiance of our bed chambers.

"Capo Bestone." Alberto greets standing at the base of the stair case, hands behind his back as he offers me a saluting nod.

"Alberto." I nod back in recognition. "I need the security doubled tonight. Bring soldiers from the base if you have to."

"Sí, boss." The man replies falling into a step behind me. "Will you be gone for long?" He asks.

"I'll be back before sunrise." I reply impassively. "Make sure the gates are locked and gunners are in point incase-"

"Yes, boss." He says. "What if Signora-"

"If she is awake and looking for me, tell her Roman is having uses and I am over to the estate." I order.