TROUBLE

three

Miles' POV

That girl.

I don't know what compelled me to follow her, I wanted to see her sweet little self one more time before she disappeared.

Cecilia.

Even her name is beautiful.

Her long blonde wavy hair, her chocolate brown eyes that dare me to look away.

She is fucking gorgeous and I hate it. 

Her petite frame, she stands almost a foot beneath me, even in heels she was still tiny. When I first met her I couldn't see her body as she was fully covered in a pair of cargo pants and an oversized shirt. But seeing her tonight, in that tight skirt and the top.

Damn. It was something otherworldly. The tight abs on her stomach, her body was toned and taut in that hyper feminine way.

Watching her walk away from me, my eyes betrayed me and my eyes roamed her body. The way she moved through the sweaty people

I'm not one for a relationship, I don't see myself being in love. Being with someone intimately romantically is intimidating. It requires being vulnerable. it means putting someone who you are completely in love with at risk. 

Being with someone physically doesn't require the much attention. I just do my thing and leave. No commitment, no attachment.

"So what is going on with you and Cecilia?" I look at Matteo, my best friend. His ass is annoying to deal with, but somehow I tolerate it. I can't deny the rush of jealousy that coursed through my veins when she hugged him. I wanted to know the feeling of her wrapped around.

In every sense of the phrase

Matteo has been my best friend for a long fucking time, since freshman year of high school. He is also my second in command. He is one of the very few people I could trust with my life, and vice versa. He has the sweetest little girl I have ever seen, Dove, the only girl I needed in my life until now. Her mother was Mexican, and Matteo was half Mexican/ American.

"What about it?" I finish my whiskey to see him smirking.

"Your eyes didn't leave her the entire time she was stood there."

"I was admiring." He shakes his head with a small smile. "What do you know about her anyway?" He laughed.

Dickhead.

"Well her name is Cecilia, I'm pretty sure her last name is Saldaro? She's gorgeous wouldn't you say?"

"I know what you are doing."

"What's that?" He smirks.

I'm gonna knock this motherfucker out in a minute.

I know she can speak another language because she has sworn at me a few time in whatever language it is.

Whatever it was it was hot as fuck.

"Fuck! You said Saldaro?"

"Yeah why?"

"She might be Vincenzo Saldaro's kid."

"Fuck dude, you don't want to get involved with that. He would rip you to shreds if you went in 2ft of her." He laughs, while I push his shoulder.

It'll be quite the fucking challenge staying away

I wave down the bartender and he walks down, I gesture for another refill and he does it immediately. People are terrified of me, people know who I am what it means to cross me. I feed off the fear I instil in others.