Torta Piccante !

Chapter 25: Piccante, Dolcezza, Amor!

(Mature Language 18 +)

"Boss!"

"Vse gotovo?" (Is everything ready?) Viktor asked looking at Dima, his current underboss. As he sipped on his drink, Dima shot him a smile and nodded his head replying, "Da nachal'nik! Zolotyye drakony gotovy." (Yes boss! The Golden Dragons are ready.)

Viktor stood up and made his way towards the window. With an evil smirk playing on his lips he ran the tip of his index finger over the rim of the glass saying, "Khoroshiy! Yesli Chernyye I'vy dumayut, chto ya prishel syuda tol'ko s dyuzhinoy chelovek, oni uzhasno oshiblis'." (Good! If the Black Lions think that I came here with only a dozen men then they have mistaken me terribly.)

Looking at Dima, he raised his index finger and spoke in a stern tone, "Derzhite ikh v kurse nashego mestonakhozhdeniya. My dolzhny byt' ochen' ostorozhny. My ub'yem ves' klan i zaberem Rikardo s soboy." (Keep them posted about our whereabouts. We have to be very careful. We will kill the entire clan and take Ricardo with us.)

As Dima nodded his head and moved out of the room, Viktor broke into an evil laughter saying, "Mne ne terpitsya zakhvatit' Chornykh I'vov I prevratit' ikh v krasnykh gadyuk!" (I can't wait to take over Black Lions and turn it into Red Vipers!)

And even before he could say something Anastasia's throwing up noises reverberated all over.

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"Piccante, pass me the hair gel."

He asked combing his hair and looking at his reflection in the mirror. He only had a white towel wrapped around his hips and she stood next to him, of course her short frame was wrapped by a fluffy towel too. Yes, they were just done with the shower and were getting ready for the party where they would be executing their final step of the plan.

"Piccante, Hair Gel!"

When he neither got the hair gel can nor her response; he asked again.

She looked as if she was lost in her thoughts. However, this time she turned her head in his direction for a moment and passed him a bottle.

As she gave him a 'lost' smile and looked back at the mirror in front of her fidgeting her fingers, his eyebrows shot up in confusion looking at her strange behaviour.

Well, that wasn't the only thing that confused him. Instead of passing him the hair gel can, she had passed him the shaving cream can.

Knowing what must be going through her mind, he gripped the shaving cream can tightly and threw his head back heaving a deep sigh.

Hazel, who was oblivious to the fact that her sweetheart understood everything, still kept playing with her fingers completely lost in her own thoughts.

Setting the can on the counter, he stood behind her and wrapped his strong arms around her short frame whispering, "Hazel!"

As her revere of thoughts broke and she shot him a soft smile looking at him through the mirror, he rested his forehead on her bare shoulder and asked, "What's wrong piccante? Where are you lost?"

"Nothing! I am fine."

Well, he wasn't someone who would buy her lies!

Resting his chin over her shoulder, he looked at her pretty face and she passed him a small smile trying to mask off her worries. As his chocolaty brown orbs met with her dark brown ones through the mirror, he tightened his grip over her frame saying, "You are a very bad liar piccante!"

As she lowered her gaze on being caught, he moved back a little and turned her around to face him. Raising her head by her chin he looked into her beautiful eyes and promised, "Baby girl, I promise to give your father the justice he deserves. I promise to ease off every ounce of your pain. I promise to make the Red Vipers pay for every trouble they have caused you and many other innocent people."