Matteo walked into his office as thoughts of Leonardo filled his head; Leonardo has been acting strangely ever since he returned from the hotel yesterday. Leonardo had even refused to show up in the office today after giving out excuses to him.
Leonardo had never acted this way before, and it felt dubious even when he’d lock himself in a private room and strange noises comes out of the room each time he pass-by. He would have assumed that Leonardo was masturbating, but Leonardo never masturbates; not when he could get any woman at once to fulfil his sexual desires.
As he approached the table, he shoved the thought out of his mind and tried to think of something else.
He placed his suit case on the desk and sat on the swivel chair, drawing the chair closer to the table before turning on the computer in front of him. When the computer switched on, he stared blankly at the screen, recalling what had happened yesterday morning.
Ever since Isabella escaped from his mansion, he had become restless just thinking of her daily.
He had told Leonardo to be in charge of the company yesterday just so he could search around for Isabella without Leonardo’s notice.
Sending Leonardo to work was a distraction to keep his mind off Isabella and keep him from tracking her down just so he would find her first and have her all to himself, and then dump her for him. He knew if Leonardo finds out he was lusting after that woman, he might still want to have her, which he doesn’t want. Although he had made all effort to find her, but to no avail.
He had always loved sharing everything with his brother, but since he came across Isabella, everything changed. He felt as if he wanted Isabella all to himself. He hadn’t been like this before, and he wondered why; ‘could it be, after everything that happened to Lucia, he was just scared Isabella was going to pass through it?’
He had quit being a serial killer and using guns ever since the incident happened. He never wants that to happen again, and seeing Leonardo still going out with his daily illegal activity just pissed him off since it was the main reason why all that happened to Lucia.
Matteo leaned back on his swivel chair and ruffed his hair out of frustration. He remembered the kiss from the night he took Isabella home. He could remember the color of her dark-brown eyes when he had caught her staring at him while he was asleep and how he had felt her inner thigh when he extended his hand further to her hip; it felt so soft, smooth and warming in his rough palm.
He chuckled slightly, recalling how she had rushed out of the bed because she was scared while he just relaxed back on the headboard, enjoying seeing her struggle with the door when it wasn’t even locked. He had grown too tired of watching her panic over the door, so he stood up and walk towards her in an attempt to assist her with the door by opening it, but it was too late. Before he could reach her, she had opened the door and ran away.
At that moment, he just went into the bathroom to watch his face, and when he overheard Leonardo’s voice, he had to rush out to save her and stop Leonardo from touching her, just like he almost did last night. He doesn’t wants Leonardo to touch her because he wants to be the first person to touch her. Previously, Leonardo did took Lisa’s first kiss and sex, so it would be fair if he was to be the first to touch Isabella.
Matteo would have stopped Isabella from leaving, but he was certain Leonardo might force them both to have sex with her, while his only plan was for him to have a taste of her first because he found her first.
“Shit,” he cussed, suddenly feeling annoyed for not fucking her the night before when she had begged him to. He felt like hitting himself in the face every time he remembered that. Maybe if he had fucked her, he wouldn’t have a bulge in his pants and a nagging memory of her still lingered in his head.
He licked his lips, then sighed and ran his finger through his hair. Leonardo is an expert at tracking down anyone’s location when it came to searching, and asking him for help could complicate issues between them because Leonardo might think he had something to do with her.
Matteo ruffs the two strand of his hair back and was relieved he had all his hair tied to the back of his head, otherwise it would have added to his annoyance if his full hair has to fall over his face like they usually do.
He gritted his teeth as he swore in his mind that if he could see her again, he wouldn’t let her go. Never! He would have his way with her immediately and then dump her since all he wanted from her was just sex.
He downloaded the live CCTV security camera footage onto his computer to ensure that everything in his hotel was working in order. He wouldn’t want anything to go wrong in either direction that could result to police investigation, which would likely close down the hotel that his father has spent years and million to build.
While reviewing the CCTV footage, he came across a video clip and he clicked on it to see it clearly; a full view of a luxurious sitting room appeared. Even if he can’t figure out what’s going on, it appears to be strange and suspicious. He noticed a lady; she was trying to get away from something, and a man was attempting to impose himself on her.
He sat up and looked closer as he recognized the woman on the laptop screen. His brain was trying to recall where he’d met this woman, and on the other hand, he saw she was slamming her hand against the door and screaming out for help.
In a hurry, he did some research on his computer; He scanned the lady’s face in the computer screen to be sure it wasn’t a whore who was just trying to run away after stealing something from them.
Matteo was stunned for a second when the result appeared and the identity of the woman appeared: Isabella Laurenza and the picture of the woman who had escaped from his mansion.
He reached beneath the table and imprinted his fingerprint on the drawer below him before he drew out the drawer below the table and brought out a small handgun. He had sworn never to use a gun in his life, but this is important; now is the time he needs to make good use of it after so many months.
He took the handgun in his hand, stood up, and cracked the revolver with so many thoughts swirling in his head: “What is she doing here?” How did she get here?
He swiftly typed on the computer with one hand, checking her files on the laptop. He realized she works here for Leonardo; Leonardo hired her! The hell?! In a flash of wrath, his eyes dilated. How the fuck is that possible? Did he search for her or what?
Fuck, he should have shown up at work yesterday before Leonardo could do anything to her. So that explains why he hadn’t been himself ever since yesterday. He had been drinking more than before; it must be the thought of Isabella bothering him. He knew Leonardo always drinks whenever he wants to free his mind from unwanted thought so he assumes that must be that the reason.
He gritted his teeth, thinking of what Leonardo must have done to her during his absence. Who knows if he had dared to have his way with her in the office?
He will find out when he gets back, but first he has an unfinished business. He quickly exited the office and raced into the elevator in a haste. He swore he wouldn’t mind pulling the trigger if anyone of them got their hands on her. Only he has the right to touch her, not them. He pressed the button that leads down to the room, and the elevator beeped open at its stop.
He dashed out of the elevator and quickly made his way to the apartment door in the hotel and yelled out of frustration, “Fuck!” clenching his fist as he swiped the door open with the card and kicked the tightly shut door open with his legs.
Matteo pointed the gun at their direction. He clinched his fist in fury as he felt his heart throb with an unexpected grief upon seeing Isabella seated intimately on the laps of those old-men as they forced themselves upon her while she fought hesitantly for them to let her go. He wondered why this was affecting him, why couldn’t he bear to see another man touch her apart from himself.
He let out an angry growl, causing them to stop what they were doing in order to notice his presence. His face frowned in displeasure, seeing the men half-naked, laying their flirty hands on her, and attempting to ram their disgusting old cock inside her mouth.
The entire room fell silent, as everyone turned their attention to him.
Matteo gave them a brief moment of frigid stares before his face abruptly became expressionless since he didn’t want to convey any signs of worry in his face.
He stood motionless; cold and calm with the gun still pointed at them. He just want to shoot every fucking old-man down to death just to erase the memory of this day from their brains and shoot off their cocks so they won’t remember the sensation of her lips against their sinful flesh.