welcome back again!

Looking at the huge building make my claws want to come out and rush towards my prey and slice him but I can't , not until I cut off every limbs of his and make him beg to me for forgiving him. I chuckle darkly at the million of ways of making him submit to me.

Today I made it sure to seduce him. Well the weakest point of men where they beg for mercy is I wanna fuck you harder, type. I roll my eyes knowing that before anything happens his face will be facing downwards hanging and his dick inside his mouth.

My dress is a strapless low cut solid baby pink slim bag hip long-sleeved dress. I left my hair open and wrap a golden chain locket with 'G' entitled in it around my neck. I wear sparkling diamond round top earrings and nude pink ankle-strap heels but I can't enter enjoying the eyes on my chest for which I welcome a long copper coat and inject my hands in my pockets and sling my crossbody messanger shoulder bag and head inside.

∞

"Fine, and find that idiot." With that the voice pauses and I think he gets to know it's me so I enter peeping inside looking at the Devil who is looking at me, I give him a sly smile and enter tugging a few strand of blonde hair behind my ear and sling the coat over my hand and say, "Good Morning Sir."

He grey eyes were now provoke to be much darker indicating that he is fighting against his resistance. Last night I changed my plan and took another risk to be near to him by making him fall for me but not me submitting my sacredness to him.

And if these shits don't work, I am fucking going to kill that teacher who taught me seduction is the key to destruction.

"What are you wearing?" He asks me while I roll my eyes.

"Dress, I see, sir." I purr next to him but when I saw no climax I sigh and walked towards the chair and take a seat and say, "I came here to receive my routine and the task given to me."

Suddenly my eyes fell on a man's face. I saw him. I saw him but where? Where did I see him? I close my eyes and thought for a while and then remember.

"Hello ma'am, can you give me a hot dog?" I ask sweetly to the person. She gives me smile and brings the food with a paper wrapped around it.

"I am so sorry dear our shop ran short of napkins, kindly don't feel bad." She tells me and I shake my head smiling at her. I take the hot dog and give her the amount. "Thank you, ma'am."

With that I walk out munching the food and moaning out loudly, swiftly making me close my eyes for a brief period to meet heaven and open them smiling but then my eyes rake over a man on the paper.

I shrug and look around but as there are no dustbin I prefer to keep it inside my pocket and throw it away when I will reach my office.

"Holy damn! Who is this man?" I ask him immediately and turn back holding the photo close to my eyes.

"Why? Do you know him?" He asks with his brows furrowed.

I nod my head and quickly shove my hand inside my pocket and pull out the paper and showed to him and say, "His name is Christopher Garrick. He has three sons and they live in England not Italy. It's two years ago newspaper you can see the date above."

He looks properly and nods his head. "Then why was he here?" In almost whisper that it made me unbearable to form any words.

"Human trafficking." I say and shrug after forming the sentence through his words.

"25th September 2018 he was found to be walking towards his house. At 10:49pm, instead of reaching home he got kidnapped and I think due to that he was here." I ask him.

"Hmm. But how come you know so much?" He asks me. Idiot doesn't watch news.

"Then promise me to accompany you in this case." I say and it can be a good thrive to look into the matter.

He looks at me skeptically but sighs rubbing his temple and tells, "But you will be in danger."

I walk to him. "Do you think they can touch me?"

"And why they can't touch you?" He asks folding his arms.

"Cause you will be there to save me, right Stephano?" I whisper to him.

"Stephano? Hey cut the o from the back." He asks.

I laugh at his childish behaviour. "It's my nickname so only I will say you. Only. I. Stephano. " With that I kiss his cheek and say, "Answering to your previous question I know it cause I watch news idiot."

"Oh, but do remember who is the boss here. You can't go anywhere and kiss me ." He orders and then his phone rings interrupting our conversation and I fold my arms and look at his facial features.

"Yes. Yeah. Ok. Is it?. Good. Ok. I will be there. Ok. Bye." He says and cut his call and rest it in his pocket. "I have to go. Your task and routine is on the desk so go and grab it and start off your work."

I narrow my eyes and pout. "You are going to solve the matter without me even though you promise me you will involve me. "

He sighs. "I can't risk your life, Bambina."

I smile looking at him and say, "Let me explore this big bad boy's world. Please."

I know I am totally playing with the fire but now is the only chance of getting inside his world and its totally of worth it. His eyes pierce through mine and after examining my determination he sighs and nods his head and my happiness explode making me quickly lift up my toes and peck his cheek and reply, "Thank you. Thank you so much."

∞

"Promise me to stay by my side and keep your sharp tongue within their's reach or else next day you will wake up without them. Do you understand?" He asks me and I nod laughing inside knowing that before they do something their hands will be cut off.

"I myself don't know why did I bring you here." He murmurs to himself and I act like I didn't hear. Reaching to the dark side of his made a part of me curious as to how he is to his traitors or his people.

Suddenly Diego's body appears as we arrive close to his way and a sudden part of me is little scared of him but I have to act like a cool down lady cause I know he didn't see me yet I don't want to take any risk with my stupid intellectual mouth.

We hop off the Mercedes black car and walk to him. I push my glasses a little at the edge of my nose and look up at Diego and give him a small smile.

He looked at me and then at Stephan and asked him "I think I ask you to come alone not to drag your whores along with you."

I look up at him and give out a bitter laugh. "Mr. Whatever, I think judging me by wearing something exposive doesn't mean that I am a prostitute and if I comment about your hands and tell that you are fit to be without your fingers cause you are not worth of them, then?"

The absence of fingers on his hands give me a certain pleasure to know that I was the cause of it. "When. You. Don't. Know. Anything. Don't. Say." He hisses through his gritted teeth which surely will grind into pieces if a little more pressure is use. I roll my eyes at his stupid expression.

"Then don't say the same to me." I comment wrapping my hands in Stephan' s forearm and walk inside along with Diego and others.

We reach to a big room making me know that it's a place where meetings are held. My eyes rake around to grasp every hook and corner of the room to find anything dismantle but nothing caught my eyes.

"I told you not to open you pretty mouth. Why can't you listen huh?" Stephan grits glaring at me.

I shrug. "What can I really do? Tell me. You can't stand on behalf me so I think I shall stand for myself then. After all, you are worthless."

His grey eyes expresses sadness which he quickly cover with his cold ones and a smirk plasters on his face. "Hmm. I am worthless and I know."

I shake my head and sigh, "I didn't mean like that."

He shrugs satying. "Who cares? I don't think you care for me. You are the bare soul that I think is enough capable of crushing your predator underneath your giant feet."

I was about to respond as to what his statement indicate, but was soon cut off by the welcome of the other people. "Who are they?"

"Partners in my business." He shrugs and I got to know that it's all the connection of his mafia world. I examine each and everyone whose eyes, lips, ears, hands and the clothing proves to be the people of Mafia kingdom. I look back to see Stephan who is busy chatting with the people and introducing me as his PA.

"Who is this beautiful lady beside you?" Simon says. I try to control myself before doing something rash when he looks at me with those lustful eyes. I proceed to wrap my hands underneath my chest and speak softly. "His P.A."

He looks at me and then at him while Stephan eyes me with a small smile playing on his lips while I blush. Oh God! What is with this blush recently?

I shake my head trying to remove any confusion creeping inside my brain. "So, why did you bring her here?"

I, of course again roll my eyes and snatch the pen drive from Stephan where I stored information regarding Christopher and walk towards the laptop and insert it while pointing Simon to switch off the light. The projector illuminates the light at the white digital board and then the board reflects the bald man's face.

" Christopher Garrick, 49 years old living in England working as a bartender in South Cruise. Let's have a quick glance at his privacy, he has three sons and his wife died in an accident. They were a good quite happy life until on 25 Sep 2018 at 10:49pm he was being kidnapped and thrown in human trafficking and what my dear boss told me he was found as a leach in your business so there's a brief information I gather about him. But after a little more search history I found out that he had been working for Robert Russo, a powerful business tool but I fear that he might have use this freak toy for gathering information so that their stupid building gains economic growth."

"Why do you think we will believe you?" I want to launch myself at them and bark cause I am a part like you.

I slam my hands on the desk and smile as sweetly as I can and look at him flipping my hair and say, "Dimwit, look I work my freaking butt off so let me tell you straight, search in the whole Google website you can't get a gutter of it. So let me tell you staright butthole, I am a genius in search engine so when you expect answers from me they will be straight and accurate."

His eyes widen and I laugh inside while externally I act as bored as possible. I snap my fingers trying to jerk him from his trance of stupid thoughts. "So tell me any more queries? If you need more then I have to hack the server to get more information about this person."

I look at Stephan with his hand rest on his cheek and elbow on the table looking at me as if penetrating the inside out of the real person behind. I tuck a few strands behind by ear and peep at him.

He is about to say something but a person pop his head out and says which literally shook my core. "Two years ago Robert Russo kidnapped a bunch of young ladies and used them to gather information about Sicily so that he could destroy this city with his big fat ass weapons. Some of them were severely injured while some were found in the river bed wrapped in polythene."

Violet too was found wrapped in polythene and found beside the river bed.

"But the information isn't on any websites or anywhere."

He shakes his head replying to my doubt. "Not every information can be gathered in search engine. Few of them are found through digging the core. You may not know who we are but we can tell you one single thing, whatever we work is more dangerous than the work of search engine so we have more information than yours." Okay fine but I too am a mafia's family. How come I search everywhere but couldn't get him?

"Where did he go after throwing the females out?"

He sighs looking at me. "For hiding himself he went back to his own chamber because most of the women couldn't give what he needed and to hide from the malicious crime he walked away but-"

I look up to him urging him to complete his sentence. "But?"

"He-" Stephan cuts his statement by standing up allowing the entire chamber to shut their mouths. "The discussions are over. Thanks Georgia for you pretty information now we can find our traitor easily."

He is a dick. Who the freak told him to say something? Cavone.

I pick up my files and the pen drive from the laptop and turn around. "Ahh." I fell back to the nearest chair to rest my butt twisting my ankle during the process.

Stephan turns back and rushes towards me. "What happen?"

"Sprain." He pulls the nearby desk chair and sits down. He lift up my right leg and examines it.

"It's swelling that's why you women shouldn't wear these six inches shoes. Let me gather some ice packs and yeah everyone please go out." I lift up my eyes and find the crowd to pause and looked at us, some with slight smile, few with wide eyes, while others with confusion gathering and walk away.

"Stay here and wait for me." He orders and I nod my head.

As soon as he walks out I deliberately check my surrounding and then pull back a device recorder from my locket. I stand up flinching at the pain on my ankle. I pull out the nearest drawer and inject the device and push it again back. I sit down like nothing happen within fifteen seconds.

He walks towards me with an ice pack and places it on my ankle jerking me at the sudden coldness on my skin. He sits on his earlier chair and puts the pack slowly and tenderly. How can someone who has heart made of love can associate with mafia? Yet his works prove his brutality. One man, two faces.

I didn't know when he wrapped the elastic bandage around my ankle and snap me out from my empty thoughts by saying. "It's done but the swelling is too much so I will let you take rest and let me take you home."

I nod my head and try to stand up but the amount of pain accelerating in my lower part made me again to sit down.

"Let me carry you."

"No it's okay."

"Oh you stupid lady, how will you go then, flying?"

I shake my head and he sighs lifting me up in a bridal style. His strong masculine cologne fill my nostrils making me bend at the crook of his neck.

"Do that more and I swear Ms. Holland I will take you right here and now without thinking about your swell." This made me stop yet I rest my head on his shoulder blade while we make an exit.

∞

"This is your flat?" He again asks me. I turn back and reply, "Yes why?"

He shakes his head with a small smile playing on his lips. I narrow my eyes at him.

"Let me carry you to your room." I nodded my head.

∞

"If this is a joke then please tell me it is." Now I am fucking confuse as to what he was speaking about. During the whole journey I was planning how to take down that Robert Russo and this stupid prick makes my plan go in mess with his phasal words.

"What joke?"

He turns to look at me and smirks, "Ciao vicino."

(Translation:- Hello neighbour.)

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"𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚘-𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 '𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎."

~ 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘.

This chap has >2800 words.

Ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｔｏ ｖｏｔｅ ａｎｄ ｃｏｍｍｅｎｔ.