After what felt like the longest night of my life, I flung myself over the grey sheets of my bed.
The slippery bastard gave us a lovely surprise once we had entered his office, he held one of the children he had captured at gunpoint and insisted that we should give in and obey his demands. Unlucky for him I never miss, so before he could utter another word from his cruel mouth I shot him straight in the centre of his skull leaving him dead and the child safe.
"You know you never did tell me about how your 'undercover' mission was going," Zasha scoffs as she slumps on my bed beside me with a mouth full of what looked like popcorn.
"You know me, everything's working out perfectly." I answer helping myself to whatever she was eating.
"My dad told me you met a boy."
"Of course he told you that," I mutter under my breath rolling my eyes. "It's Giuseppe's son"
"Since when does Giuseppe have a son?" she questions, "God his poor wife must be miserable."
"You know Dante doesn't even seem that bad."
"So his name's Dante?" she splutters lifting her head off my pillow, "Since when do you actually like a boy."
"I don't like him," I curse angrily, taken back at the words that just left her mouth.
"Hmmm you keep telling yourself that but it's written all over your face," she says almost proudly. "Is he hot?"
I throw a pillow at her head and boisterously tackle her to the ground.
"No," I practically yell.
"Chat shit," she screams throwing me over her body, pinning me underneath her.
"He isn't," I shriek, "He's fucking ugly as fuck." I swiftly manoeuvre myself from underneath her catching her arms and forcefully placing them behind her back.
"You're no fun," she pouts into my wooden floor.
I fall back laughing.
I win bitch.
~~~
Mila.
She's constantly at the forefront of my mind. The way her ash blonde hair falls towards her lower back, stopping just before it reaches her round, plump ass. The way her compelling eyes captivated me, with just once glance. The way she nibbles her bottom lip - without even realising it.
No matter how hard I try to focus on the papers lying in front of me on my desk, Mila still finds a way to creep into my thoughts.
Fucking hell I only saw her the other night and yet I crave nothing more than to be in her alluring presence.
I carry on replaying the events of that night in my head, reminiscing the way her body wrapped gracefully around the pole.
I swing my head back in anger remembering the way those horny ass men watched her with their lustful eyes - awaiting to pounce and catch her as their prey. To have their way with her only to fulfill their desires.
Fucking sick bastards.
They aren't fucking tigers Dante relax.
"Dante."
That fucking voice.
"DANTE!"
Immediately, pulling me out of my trance I quickly turn my attention towards the unwanted visitor.
"Who the fuck pissed on you?" he questioned turning his focus onto my now white knuckles that subconsciously gripped onto my papers tightly.
"What are you doing here?" I snap whilst releasing my grip.
Shaking his head he chuckles lightly stepping further into my office, "That's no way to speak to your father."
Ignoring him completely, I stand and make my way towards him, "I said what the fuck are you doing here Giuseppe?"
Due to his old age and my 6'4 height, I tower over my father. His jet black curls sit neatly on the top of his head as he lifts his head slightly, he glares at me with his amber eyes that reflect speckles of black and deep brown. The scar that is engraved just above his right eye gives him an aura of darkness and corruption. For as long as I can remember, his eyes have held a sense of malice and a sinful nature which he lives up to through his actions.
Giuseppe is a fucking monster, but you don't need me to tell you that.
"Devo iniziare ad addestrarti a prendere in consegna il figlio" he responds, whilst taking a step back. (I need to start training you son)
"How many fucking times have I told you that I am not taking over your shit show," I yell back at him.
"You are my only heir," he hisses back, "If you don't get your shit together and take responsibility then our whole empire I've worked so fucking hard for will deteriorate, and that will be on YOU NOT ME!"
"I don't want to be part of your fucking world" lowering my voice I set my gaze towards the floor, "Guarda che fine ha fatto Arabella." (Look what happened to Arabella)
"Questo è solo più o un motivo per subentrare" Giuseppe's voice booms throughout my office, "Vendica la sua morte." (That's only more reason to take over - Avenge her death)
Silence engulfs the room.
Memories of that night come flashing back. Torturing me with the past. I thought I could keep them hidden, I thought I could keep my pain locked away - I guess another lock just broke away.
Giuseppe finally speaks up, "Sarebbe delusa da te se fosse qui" (She would be disappointed in you if she was here)
Instantly, the switch inside of me is flipped, anger seething out of me, "Get out."
He makes no move.
"I said GET THE FUCK OUT."
Suddenly, I have my hand tightly wrapped around his throat and I slam his back violently against the wall.
"You ever utter those words again I won't hesitate to put a bullet right between your eyes" I spit with my face inches away from his, "Now I won't say it again...get the fuck out."
With one final shove against the wall, he gathers himself together before stumbling out of my office with a devious smirk taking over his face.
Fucking prick.
~~~
I reached the club an hour after Matteo had screamed my ear off about being on time, it really is a shame that I always turn up fashionably late.
I was wearing a deep red lace up body suit with black ripped jeans and chunky heels to match, apparently these really are my colours. I had thrown my silvery blonde hair into a sleek ponytail with hoop earrings dangling on either side of my ears.
"You're late," Matteo stood impatiently in the door frame of the club.
"I'm glad to see you missed me," I said biting my lip as I dusted off his black blazer. "I assume you liked the show I put on for you the other night."
"And you'd think this because?" he asks as he crosses his muscular arms across his toned chest.
"You wouldn't have told me to meet you here otherwise...or am I mistaken," I say taking a step back.
He rolls his eyes, "Shall we?" he insists pointing to one of the tables that sat at the edge of the bar.
We sit in a tension filled silence until Matteo finally caves in and breaks it stating how he loved my performance and will gladly accept me for the job.
Too easy Matteo.
We carry on chatting into the night, which to be honest wasn't as bad as I would have imagined. Matteo is actually quite sweet once you've gotten past his intimidating demeanour...
Which by the way, didn't work on me.
...he's actually quite good company, Zasha would love him.
***
Not so long after, I watch Matteo leave the table to get us some drinks.
Quite the gentleman if you ask me ;)
My eyes wonder across the bar he was now stood at taking in the scenery around me. Darkness covers the now empty club, with only the bright bar lights keeping the club a light.
However, my gaze is abruptly broken by the continuous yelling that now fills the club.
My curiosity builds as I begin to stand and make my way over to the office where the sounds are coming from.
As if hearing my footsteps, the door suddenly slams open...
My hands now trembling and my heart rate now quickening by the second...
I stand face to face with him...
...my target...
Giuseppe.
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