Love is Patience

Chapter fifteen

"Stop it, baby" A girl's voice fills the room and breaks our staring contest.
"Woah!!" Matteo and Isabelle standing their with wide eyes and mouth forming an o.
Standing to my full height, I fix my suit jacket and taking her hand with me to stand.
"Did we interrupted something?" Matteo smirks as he knows that either I take the girl on my desk or they don't come here at all.
"No."
"No." We both say simultaneously, but her flushed face says it all.
"Rose, this is my second brother Matteo and his girlfriend Isabelle. And she is Rose our finance manager."
"Hello." She waves her hand to them.
"Oh Rose! Tony did told me about you." Eyeing me with a smirk still on.
"Hi." Isabelle comes forward and hugs  taking her by surprise. She is not used to be around others.
Isa takes her to the couch and starts to talk about girly gossips and Rose being a good listener to her. I head to the bar,  need to clear my head. Matteo follows me with a permanent smirk plastered on his stupid face.

"Take her and leave." I say to him quietly as possible. He chuckles.
"Mm-hm the girls are getting to know each other. Let them brother."
I glare him,laughing he raises his hands in surrender.
"Come on baby, we're getting late." Isabelle pouts but gives in.
"Bye Rose, gimme a call anytime." Hugging her, waving at me, she leaves with Matteo.

The air becomes thick in the room, tapping of her feet is the only voice echoing in here.
"See you around, bye" She breaths out avoiding any type of eye contact. I stare right into her soul. She walks around the glass table, leaning on it for the pendrive and paper sticking out her ass. What a tease.
I have this overwhelming urge to turn her around, press her against the glass table and fuck her raw. She can feel my burning stare at her that is why she is squirming and in a fast pace she is out of the door in a second.

Lighting yet another cigarette I puff out the smoke in air, sigh and lean back on my chair. Scanning the camera footage, there she runs from the VIP section to her hallway and inside her cabin in a flash. I know I am an asshole to setup a hidden camera in her cabin. Its behind the vase in the farthest corner of the room. I have watching her from the very day she has joined, it's my guilty pleasure. Taking the seat she takes a moment to calm her breathing, leaning backwards on the head rest. Shaking her head to some of her thoughts with a huge a smile on her face she resumes her work.

It's been two weeks I saw her in person, but not even a single day I haven't watched her footage. The day she told me about her how her father and brother treated her in her childhood, I was livid. Just wanted to punch something or rather someone.

Anyway, I took it out on that motherfucker scum Viper's guy, Rizi. Usually I don't get my hands dirty, I have my boys to do the interogation and the dirty work but that day I had to let out some steam. Anthony had his hands on Viper's right hand and was bringing him to the basement that night. The fucker was not a bit loyal to his clan, just some broken fingers, gunshot at knees and broken shoulder which took to the brink and shared every single fucking information he knew about Vipers plan against my Mafia. His intel has made our doubts clear about a mole in the organisation and big support that Viper's leader, Michael, is getting. But the thing is Michael has been only on call with some guy who's instructing him to do the blow ups and steal our shipments.

So there can be only two possibilities, this mole is directly reporting to the big guy and then constructing a plan for the blow ups. Or it could be that  Vipers are just a pawn, someone else is behind all this and when the time hits, he'll take the front seat to attack in full force. A week in Boston for handling things after Rizi told us about blow up on one of our warehouse which was about to happen on the next day of his  abduction. Tony did a commendable job by setting up his best sniper and on ground team for the mission and killed every motherfucker of those Vipers. And another week flew by for making all the changes in routes and modes of transport for shipping and is now only discussed between the family for now on. The inner circle who delegates the work to their subordinates have a leak. About the transport, about the amount of the shipment of drugs or arms.

Signing off few of the contracts with Polish about the new arms deals and profit percentage and sharing, I again go back to the footage. There she is on the landline with someone with a deep frown and scribbling something on the paper. Putting the phone with a thud she rub her temples and pen between her lips she closes her eyes for a moment. On the way to Boston, Tony discussed about our new manager at the club to Matteo and how he has worked his charm on her. About her work, about the incident happened in Manhattan and about how she's a brilliant cook. Matteo even patted my back for helping her in difficult times and a subtle warning not to bring her in this world. Isabelle is a Mafia princess of England's drug lord, so knows everything about us and Tony, he doesn't share a bit even when he's fully drunk outta his mind so his night stands are not counted. My night stands are just a good fuck and leave, that's it.

But there is something for Rose, a corner that she has created unknowingly in my mind. Her innocence has taken me by surprise. I have realised she is very much lonely, always alone. I don't know I have this urge to fill this emptiness of her. Jenna is the far better girl from the all the dancers here, it took only one call from me to Alex to send Jenna to have her lunch with Rose. It's been four days she's doing that. She is about to leave as she is packing her things up. I even proposed an idea through Alex about pick and drop service for her but her stubborn self refused again and again, saying if no other employee is getting this privilege so why should she get some.

Closing my eyes I have only her picture in my mind in today's dress, fuck I want nothing but to rip those into shreds. I need a good fuck right now! Picking up  my phone, I call Alina, as she is good in handling my rage in sex.
"At Tentazione, my office in fifteen."

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