Diavolo

prologue

SILVIO

        I was here again. For the second time in a month. I promised myself I wouldn't do it.

        I would go straight home after the fucked up trip I just came back from but instead as soon as the wheels touched down on the tarmac, I drove here. Goddamn it. Goddamn it all to hell. What the fuck was wrong with me?

To be fair, I knew I wouldn't stay away very long. At least when those big dark brown eyes flashed across my mind and the remnant of her smile lingered like an light kiss in the dark.

From the warmth of the back seat of the Audi, I remained still to my seat, watching as she was next in line for her coffee at the bakery shop.

She had dark brown tiny braids tied up into a high ponytail which swayed with every click of her heels. For some reason, the slight edge of my mouth curled and tightened like a smile was about to break through when I caught the little glimpse of her pink painted nails.

So girly in a way that seemed soft and pure yet relentless.

Perhaps that was what I recognized her as. The color pink. Warm, soft and filled with this pure soul which drew me from the moment I crossed eyes with her in the middle of the street.

From where I was sitting with black sunglasses covering my eyes, I could still keep an eye on the guy who was standing in the line behind her. Causally checking her out.

I would have been perhaps a bit more calm if he was admiring her knack of an outfit but no, he was watching her ass. Not even watching but in broad daylight drooling over it.

Those disgusting eyes filled with lust kept flickering from her ass to her thighs. I found myself almost wanting to step out of the car and do something I knew I would regret.

I watched her turn her head slightly. Slid a dark eye over the pitiful man and shot a dark glare which would have sent any man in a five mile radius running.

But me, I was amused. I couldn't really help it but huff a sigh of amusement. Fuck, she's got it.

My eyes raked over her outfit of the day which was colorful in her love of blazers and dresses; She wore a light blue flare jeans which accentuated her curvy lower body, with a white tee and paired with a bright pink blazer.

Pink was never my favorite color but somehow I grew accustomed to watching her outwear all the different shades of pink in her closet.

My phone rang and lit with with the name of my boss, a man I respected and trusted to a high degree. I was loyal to him and did anything he asked, well almost anything.

If he asked me to quit this little obsession I'd developed over her, I would have to decline. Even I had tried to talk myself out of it and it hadn't worked so far so why keep trying?

"Silvio," he answered the phone in the low, commanding voice of his which he always used whenever he demanded something from us. Somehow I managed to filter through and the soft voice of a woman rang through my ear.

It was quiet and a bit squeaky but when he responded to her and I picked it up, it was filled with softness.

Octavius Genovese was never soft to anybody.

Last I heard he went to scout out a club in search of a man he was looking for and ran into some trouble, and Beast had texted the group chat earlier claiming he had interesting news.

For him, anything concerning our boss was interesting if he wasn't threatening on killing someone or selling someone.

"La tua presenza è necessaria. Fabiano mi dice che non sei ancora tornato." He asked me. I had spared a minute to come check on the woman after the business trip Fabiano and I had but I knew it would seem suspicious and I also knew I couldn't come back here.

(Your presence is needed. Fabiano tells me you're not back yet.

At least not for a while. No, this couldn't be healthy especially for a man with a fear of touching women and physical touch.

What kind of a future was in store for me when I couldn't stand the touch of a woman?

Softly murmuring into the phone, I tore my eyes away the woman just as it was her turn to receive her coffee order. How eerily creepy that I knew how she liked her coffee.

"I'm on my way back."

I hung up the phone, exhaled a harsh sigh and adjusted the black gloves on my hand to hide the monstrosity beneath my handsome face.

It was the first thing people noticed whenever they slid a gaze over me which was which I fought to cover it up. Their gaze would be shining brilliantly with desire and then disgust would fill their eyes once they saw the burn marks on my hand.

Once I'd tried to tattoo over it but it proved too dangerous and I prioritized safety over comfort. And now I would be stuck wearing long sleeves and covering my existence until the day I would die.

        Hopefully not long till then.

        Just as I started the car, the woman in pink began walking towards my parked Audi and I caught a flash of her name on the coffee cup. Presley.

An unusual name I didn't hear often but I had already decided on a name for her. A name she would never hear if I played my cards right and stayed very far away.

author's note

hi, we're doing this again, yes. Another book and this time it's Presley and Silvio.

YES! they've met before! no, she doesn't remember him and won't because in her mind, she's never seen him before she met Finley.

also if anyone caught that this also happened the day octavius met Finley as well. awww :)