Bound to you

09: Stitches

" are we too frozen inside to feel the flame? "

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| Diana La Rossi |

I adjust the bangs over my eyes before grabbing my eyeliner and drawing a thick black like over my eyes, which arched upwards. I connect it with the bottom like and nod satisfied.

As usual, I had to change my appearance. Today I felt like a brunette with curly hair and bangs, with a bubbly personality, and she can't stop rambling. Her eyes are hazel - which I had contacts for - and her nose is crooked. Her lips are roughed, her eyelashes fake, curled and long, her jaw prominent and she is a fan of black dresses that are short and expose a lot of skin.

Her name was Alisa, and currently the person I was playing for today.

Ever since we knew about the gala they decided to analyse the area and make sure it's secure. After I woke up, men hurried around the house like ants, and I was oblivious to what was going on. Till I bumped into Stefano, which was surprisingly the guard that kept tabs on Matteo for me, and had my number. Had.

He updated me, and since he's one of Alessandro's most trusted men, I warmed up to him. He told me that Sofia went shopping with a friend of hers, Alessandro was busy with the gala and Lorenzo was well... Lorenzo. They all were doing something, and I had no idea what to do, perhaps wait it out? Till of course, I asked Stefano if anybody needs help - because I was not about to spend my whole day in the penthouse all alone bing watching sad tv shows - and of course he told me something very interesting.

Matteo was having a meeting, which meant women. And I would be right there, in the meeting, recording their information. Without anybody looking twice at me, because as usual, Matteo liked a girl that was silent, pretty, and young.

I had them all.

I couldn't go alone, too much of a risk, so Stefano was kind enough to let me know where he is, which was of course, his room. Lorenzo was splayed across his couch, watching a cheese movie and laughing at the horrible jokes they made. Clearly, he had no interest in the gala or his brother, which is why I forced him to come with.

And here I was, standing in front of the mirror in a short black dress with a V line that reached my stomach and left my back bare. I smiled, and made my way out and towards the hall, where Lorenzo walked out and began following me.

"Diana, slow down will you?" He asked behind me, and I shook my head.

"Can I drive?"

"If you want to have an accident before the gala and ruin your pretty face, sure," he shrugged, and walked in front of me, leading me towards their garage.

"Your kindness makes me so joyful," I bought my hand to my heart and talked in awe, at which he laughed.

He grabbed the keys out his pockets and unlocked a car, which turned out to be a black Porches. I hurried to the driver's door and leaned against it, tilting my head at him.

"Please?"

"Whatever," he mumbled and threw me the keys.

I caught them with ease and with a smirk on my lips, then opened the door and turned the engine on. He watched me carefully as I pulled out of the garage and began driving out, towards the gates. I changed gears and quickly set up the GPS to the club Matteo he would attend.

I had no idea why he would choose a club for a meeting, but it wasn't my place to ask.

I turned on the radio and watched how Lorenzo's foot began tapping to the beat. I grinned and turned it louder. It was a song in Italian from one of his CD's, and we both knew it. I grew up with if, and perhaps he did too.