“I wonder what it feels like to die,” I blurted out, not wanting to go to sleep just yet.
“I’m not sure how it feels like dying; now go to sleep,” He demanded in an annoyed tone, clearly irritated by my words.
“Have you ever been close to dying?” I asked him curiously, staring at the ceiling mirror and watching him huff in annoyance.
“Yes, actually, I’ve been shot and stabbed more times than I can count,” He replied.
“I wonder if my dad is looking down at me,” I wondered, then faced Alessandro, who I could barely see in the dark, but I saw a slight glint in his eye from the light of the alarm clock beside me.
“He’s proud of you, love,” He whispered in a sleepy voice.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how did your father die?”
I sighed.
“He was shot by Russians, apparently some dude named Ivan Petrov.
I’ve been trying to locate him for some time now but he kept moving from place to place so I gave up and just dealt with it, I guess”
“Gave up?” He retorted.
“You don’t just give up; I’ll help you find him.
I have some men in Russia as we speak, who can help.
Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” He asked with anger in his voice.
“It doesn’t matter, don’t waste your time on him, I’m not one for revenge”
I huffed out turning on my back so I wasn’t facing him anymore.
“Ivan is a ruthless man. He’s killed children, Cassandra; I’m finding him whether you like it or not.” I sighed and nodded, hoping he could see my nod.
It’s true, I wasn’t one for revenge. I did want to find him at first, but it get too difficult, and I may have gotten a little too frustrated and slammed my fist into the wall a couple of times.
“Goodnight my wife”
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The next morning…
-Entonces, donde cono esta? Debes saber algo sobre el! Tengo que despedirte? O peor aun, matarte? -grito Alessandro en italiano, despertandome de mi letargo.
(Italian translation: So where the fuck is he? You must have something on him. Do I have to fire your ass? Or worse, kill you hm?)
What a wonderful way to wake up.
I rose from the bed, stretching my legs out and letting out a loud yawn.
Alessandro was probably in his office, clearly dealing with something important, so what a great opportunity to go and see him.
I knocked on Alessandro’s office door half asleep, my eyes still adjusting to the morning sunlight.
Come in” He shouted.
I opened the door to find him man spreading on his office chair and a cigarette in between his two fingers, he wore his usual attire, a black shirt with black slacks but this time he wore a
matching black blazer, which made him look even more intimidating.
He opened his mouth to say something but I beat him to it.
“What was all that shouting about?” I asked, walking slowly towards him and looking at the pictures spread across the office walls.
One picture showed a painting of a nude woman breasts full but with no face.
“Work,” He replied bluntly, putting the cigarettes out and then turning his chair to face his laptop.
I took this as an opportunity to sit on his desk, my feet dangling towards him, and his eyes moved towards my slightly spread legs, revealing my panties.
“What kind of work?” I teased, biting my lip; his gaze was still fixed on my panties, soon reaching up toward my lust-filled orbs.
“I’m trying to find the man who killed your father.
The man has also killed a lot of women and children too.” I looked down at his words, feeling a slight pain in my chest.
“Have you found anything so far?” I questioned nervously in the hope we could catch this sick bastard and make him suffer.
“There’s a ball he’s going to attend tonight in New York, we can go but only if you-”
I cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips knowing what he was about to say.
“I’ll go,” I spoke softly, placing my hand on his cheek, his stub pricking my palm.
“What color dress should I wear, sir…” I said in a teasing tone testing his limits.
“You’d look sexy in red,” He remarked stroking my thigh still on his desk.
“Maybe some matching panties… or no panties.” He smirked, standing up from his seat and looking down at me.
The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction.
“Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won’t because I’m the best”
He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk.
“You look so pretty” He admitted.
“Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?” I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said ‘sedurre e distruggere’ Written in cursive.
“What does that one mean?” I asked pointing to the strange words clearly in Italian.
“It means to seduce and destroy,” He simply stated, grabbing the hand that was tracing his tattoos and placing a kiss on my knuckle, awarding me a genuine smile.
He then leaned in, plunging into a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His hands cupped my breast, squeezing my hardened nipple through my shirt. I tugged at his hair with desire.
“Alessandro!” I heard a voice boom, and the owner of the voice burst in, watching the scene in front of him unfold.
“Whoops, I didn’t know you were busy,” Ian giggled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
I hopped off the desk, blushing while Alessandro sat back in his seat with an annoyed, clearly wanting to go further with me.
“What do you want?” He gritted his teeth.
“I was wondering if I could bring a date with me to the ball tonight; if it’s no trouble, that is,” Ian beamed, playing with the rings on his fingers.