Chapter 31: Chapter 31
A white sunny hat sat on my head, a black shade shielding my eyes as I sat on a round table setting outdoor of the restaurant which outlooks the blue sea water of Lake Como aka Lario. A part of Italy dominated by mostly rich and famous celebrities. Where extravagant parties are being held on land or expensive yacht. A place I could get my supplies from if I am ever going to kill the bastard trying to ruin the last days of my life. Like they say, if it's worth fighting for then fight with everything you have got. Sooner or later, news will fly round that a Vatore entered the country and she has come to take over her father's empire. I hope to reach out to my godfather and late father's best friend seeing that I lost contact with him when the chaos happened that fateful day. News reach to me, he is the one overseeing the affairs of the Italian mafia after the death of my family. Words won't be enough to show him my gratitude for keeping my family's name standing proud.
Taking a sip of my lemonade, I could only reminisce wishing momma, father and Lucien are here with me enjoying the tan. My long curly hair dance along with the wind. I catch a glimpse of a man eyeing my breasts just as I swipe off the cool liquid that fell on my cleavage. With an eyeroll, I look away. My very cute Versace two piece leggings with a matching bikini top completed my ensemble.
"They say they beautiful ones are not yet born but yet my eyes beholds an angel." Snapping
my head to my long time friend, I chuckle taking off my hat as I flip my hair looking at him picture me naked with his eyes. Men. I groan internally.
"Flatters. That is all you know Santiago." Clearing his throat, I notice the way he adjusts himself on his seat.
"I know guns, fire powers and heavy duties. Best of all I know how much you love those." Shrugging looking at the vast lake and people beneath us. "What do you say about hanging out with me?" He propose.
"Is that a date Santiago?" I muse playfully letting out a slight giggle.
"And what if it is?" Giving a smart comeback. I stare at him with a teasing smile on my face watching him watch me in a hooded expression.
Assessing his profile, he has what it takes to make a girl fawn over him. To drop their panties at one go, to beg for his touch. As a little kid, I knew that he will be a lady magnet as they call it. Yes, I did have a crush on him. Yes, I did dream of momma's words saying we could be the perfect match if I permit it. To rule and take over the mafia. His dad was my father's arms dealer and he was my trainer, same age as Lucien. They were friends, best of friends and at a certain time I will give my virginity to him when I grow older. But, we all know there is always a 'but' to any story. So I am quite sure you know-who the 'but' is to me.
Elijah
I fell for the worst person on earth. And I fell hard. I can't stop thinking about him, itching to hack into his security system and know what he is on about; but that will give my location away. Hating the feel of missing his bossy ass. Comparing him with every guy I come across, even this one sitting right in front of me. His stoic dauntless face, his rugged look, his dangerous aura, his possessiveness, the love; and the sex. Fuck! The sex is the epic of it all.
I wonder if he quickly forgot about me. Probably mad, very mad at me that he will kill me if he gets the chance to do it. Maybe fuck me into oblivion. Yep, that's it. Who am I kidding? I ran away from that man to protect him; yet I cannot stop thinking about him, wishing I am in
his arms. Though I look fierce and strong on the outside, deep inside I confess I am the weakest of them all. I don't know how to end up not dying on a death race.
"Well, I will say no." Fixing my Fedora hat back on my head dismissing his proposal.
"Sonia. You have to not say no. Eight years, eight years since I thought you died on me. Let's make it up for the past. Think about what Ma and Pa will feel right this minute." groaning, I gave him a 'really' look which he grins roguishly.
"Fine. I will think about it." I deadpanned.
"And I take that as a yes baby girl." He winks watching me intently. Whatever. I roll my eyes again switching to the main course of me meeting him.
"Now let’s get down to business." I ended up telling the filtered details of why I went into hiding and now I am back. Placing orders for my favorite guns and juicy news of what have been going on for about eight years now. Done and settled, he left just as he came. A simple passerby admiring to have a chat with a beautiful tourist. Couple of minutes later, I wore back my sheer kimono walking away in the opposite direction of where he left.
Fishing out my tablet to contact my IT guy in Afghanistan, I fail to see the speed walking woman bumping into her. Both of us muttering a sorry to each other as she squats to pick up her phone, I catch onto what she whispered an evident frown on her face.
"Stupid horny Italians. Got me walking bowlegged." Once she raises her head up to meet me she exclaims loud. "Fuck my balls."
"Ella? What are you doing here?" I exclaimed in shock watching her face twist into a guilty look. My throat clog tight blocking means of air as my heart sped up.
"Shit! I can explain." My heart literally exploded.