Bloody Hell

Chapter 51 - Hell is coming to earth

She eyed me as I loosened the towel around my waist, letting it fall and pool around my feet. I put on my boxers and quickly got dressed, strapping my rolex watch to my wrist. Threading my fingers through my hair to let it dry on its own, I sat on the edge of the bed and put on a pair of black boots.

"Nothing, baby. My mind is already made up." I told her but when she frowned and avoided eye contact with me, a sigh left my lips and I stood up to approach her, cradling her face between my hands. "Hey, don't worry about me okay? I'm going to be fine. I promise you that, baby."

Sienna doesn't answer. She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly whispered, "You better be 'cause I'm counting on that."

I chuckled and kissed her, sighing at the taste of her luscious lips. Her reply was instant. She grabbed onto the hands that was cradling her face and kissed me deeper, a breathy moan emanating from her. When I pulled away, she had a faint blush on both cheeks and I smirked.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you." She whispered back, a bit breathless from the short kiss. After several minutes of silently gazing into each other's eyes, I planted a firm kiss on her forehead and left.

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I couldn't fathom what to expect at all in this meeting but when I got to the said restaurant located in Rome, I immediately sighted my father seated at the far corner of the restaurant. Before I had the chance to take a few steps backwards and flee, his black soulless eyes met mine and my body went stiff.

Anytime I stared into his eyes that looked bottomless just as the sea, I couldn't help but feel a certain bit of fear. I knew it had to do with the pains he made me pass through during my childhood days.

He cracked a small wicked grin and waved me over. Everything about him was wicked. His eyes, his face, his smile, his actions, his whole damn appearance just screamed evil.

I ignored the stares that I knew was probably on me and made my way over to him, muttering curses under my breath. The Armani family was quite popular in Italy so it wasn't a surprise that I attracted attention in every place I stepped in.

"Glad for you to make it, bambino. Please take a seat." He gestured for me to sit down on the chair across from him, that goddamn smile plastered on his face that reminded me of so many painful memories that I hoped was buried deep down in my subconscious.

I hesitated for a while, standing before him with an expressionless face before finally deciding to sit down on the chair. Then a waiter sauntered over to us with a notepad in his hand and two menus, "Welcome to Trattoria Monti. What can I get you gentlemen today?"

I could feel the poor guy's fear as he kept his gaze glued to our table. People were terrified of my father than me because during the time of his reign, he was ruthless and merciless. He slaughtered the innocents and held many in captivity. He was the one who initiated the war many years ago, by that time, I was still a little kid.

"Nothing." I gave him a curt reply, keeping my glare fixated on the man across from me.

He pulled out a cigarette and lighter from the pocket of his blazer. Placing the cancerous stick between his lips, he turned on the light and brought it to the end of the cigar. He took a minute to inhale the debris, his cheeks hollowing before he responded to the waiter's earlier question, "Just get me a glass of tequila."