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"Sienna, language. Artemis is here," Mrs. Ricci warned.
"Ohhh..." I put my hand over my mouth. "...I'm so sorry." I was about finishing breakfast when I caught sight of the demon from hell walking across the dining room to someplace else. Without hesitation, I stood up and started after him.
"Please, my child. Have mercy on him, alright?" Mrs. Ricci pleaded with a hinted smile on her face. What was she always thinking?
"I'm not making any promises," I seemed to joke, but in reality, he was lucky I didn't have a knife. I had to run to catch up with the closing door and used my foot to block its path, making him open it again and stare at me in confusion. It had been more than three weeks since I stared directly into those beautiful silver orbs, and they were still as lovely as they were devilish.
"Well?" he prompted me to speak. Instead of doing so immediately, I squeezed myself around his huge body blocking the door and into what I now realized was his office. From what I saw in movies and descriptions from books, I had expected a mafia office to be plain, dark with a single light bulb in the center of the ceiling with an array of some of the most gruesome looking melee weapons and handguns. What I saw now looked as if I just walked into the office of a chief accountant. The paperwork was stacked feet high in places and the room was well lit and modern.
Then, hold on.
I turned and looked at him, wide eyed.
"Think nothing of it. They'll have it cleaned up in the next few minutes."
"Who is he?" I asked with a gulp. There was a dead man on his floor. I almost tripped on the body. How did I know he wasdead? The coin sized hole on his head along with the blood that seeped out.
"Lapo Colombo. Third son of the Colombo Mafia."
I gulped.
"You're making enemies, Alessandro."
"We've been enemies since the very start. Now, I assume my killings are not what brought you here, unless you want to question me about the one I did earlier."
So that was real.
"He's the fifth son. Emilio. There's three more to go."
But, in all sincerity, no matter how disturbing it was, that wasn't what I was here for.
Turning back my gaze to his stupidly handsome face, I scowled, "You sent Ricardo away."
"Good morning to you too," he answered sarcastically.
I just repeated my statement that demanded an answer. One I wanted immediately.
"So?" he cocked his brows.
"Why?"
"I'm not under any obligation to explain myself to you." He disregarded my angry look.
"He was my closest friend. My only friend." My voice threatened to break but I didn't allow it... wouldn't allow it.
"I needed him for a job in Manhattan. I don't care whether or not he's your friend. He's the only person I know that can handle the job.
"We both know that's a lie, Alessandro. I saw you yesterday; you were watching both of us," I deadpanned.
He hesitated for a while, looking around like there was something in the air, then back at me in the same dull scorn. "Okay?"
"That's okay? Really?" I scoffed. "This is how you want to play it? We'll play." I made a trip for the door, but he stopped me.
"Listen. You know you can just say what you have in mind quickly when you're still in a conversation, rather than waiting for the person to start moving away only for you to pull the person back. It won't make me fall in love with you. It's just really annoying," I seethed when I wriggled free from his grip. I've had enough of this.
He ignored my rant and went ahead to say, "Listen, it's for your own good that you don't form any deep bonds."
"What the fuck are you even saying?" I squinted my eyes so much you'd think they were closed. I could hardly see in that mode, but I was expressing confusion. What did that even mean?
