Emi Petrov is the daughter of a Russian mafia leader and a Japanese Mafia leader. She's well known as the She Devil, most fear her while others take her as a joke, the ones who take her as a joke are the fools who don't make it out alive. Emi works...
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I lean against the wall watching as the men in the room communicated, I didn't understand a single word they spoke, but I'm sure whatever they were saying was important. Maybe I should try learning Italian, that would make things much easier, but then again I don't feel like learning another language, English was already complicated enough.
Fuck how long has it been?
I look towards the clock on the wall, we're only 20 minutes into this meeting, fuck me, why the hell do I even have to be here? He doesn't need me here, but he does need to keep an eye on me, if that's the case though he could've just got one of his guards to keep an eye on me.
I look at Lorenzo and see he looked totally uninterested in what these men were saying, he was slumped back in his chair with his arms crossed and his face held a boring look, I grin a bit, and he called me unprofessional.
Without thinking my eyes travel from his face to his slumped posture, he had his suit jacket off revealing the white button-up underneath, his sleeves were rolled up showing off the many tattoos on his forearms, and let's not forget his muscles that were showing even though he had on a shirt.
Damn, I wonder what he looks like without a shirt.
No! Bad Emi, stop being fucking horny,
I shake the dirty thoughts from my head and listen to them bicker back and forth, after a while, I zoned out again. I don't know how long I was zoned out for but I only zoned back in when I hear a loud bang. I jump slightly and look in the direction of the men, one of the men was standing up and anger was written all over his face.
"cosa intendi con no?!" The man shouts.
[Italian for: What do you mean no]
The other men had terrified expressions on their faces, Lorenzo's face changed from boredom to entertained. He calmly leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. Elijah and Alexei also had entertained looks on their faces, I stand there oblivious to what's going on.
"voglio dire no, la tua idea è una merda quindi non eccetto" Lorenzo spoke
[Italian for: I mean no, your idea is shit so I don't accept]
Whatever Lorenzo said sent the man over the edge, he reached for his gun and aimed it at Lorenzo, the men that sat next to him stood up backing up. Without hesitation, I grab my gun and fire I warning shot past his head, it was only a few inches away but it was close enough the man freeze and look my way, I held a blank expression as I stare back at him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I said.
I don't know if he understood me or not but he slowly took his hand away from his gun and placed it on the table. He looks at Lorenzo, I still had my gun pointed at him not looking away from him.
