Bound to you

19: Regret?

" your touch ignites fires that i thought were long turned to ash "

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| Notes |

mentions of blood and scenes including violence. will be marked with *.

| Diana La Rossi |

The blue dress coils around my curves and body, bringing out my blue eyes and dark hair. It stops around mid thigh, with a slit that goes dangerously high. The low neckline adds to the whole look, along with the strings that bind the dress around my bare back.

I tie my hair up and fix my make-up, a look which I'm quite proud of. Dark smoky eyes with a thick eyeliner, eyebrows arched high and lips covered in a dark red rouge, layering my dangerous outfit, which I paired with some black heels.

Around my dress daggers and small blades and stashed, along with a gun hidden in my bag by some identical fabric I bought, and my make-up.

I walk out of my room into the hall, where Alessandro's men wait for me. I attach the mic and small earpiece they handed me, switching to the channel where everybody can hear me.

"Is everybody ready?"

A series of yes chant in my ear, from his men, Sofia, I even heard Stefano and Lorenzo in the background. I smirk as I walk out of the mansion, towards the black sleek car awaiting for me outside.

I open the door and sit in the backseat. Alessandro smirks at me through the rear mirror, and I laugh as I watch him drive me to the club, making sure we got there in time.

"You are beautiful, Diana," he murmured.

Are. Not look. Are.

I remained silent, and his eyes flickered to my reflection in the mirror before back on the road. "Are you ready to do this?"

"Will I ever be ready to leave with a man that could kill me if he ever finds out who I am?"

"No."

"Then I'm not ready. But I have to be, because otherwise who can do this? I was sent to do this, my parents put their faith into me that I will be able to do this, and that means that I must be," I murmur, and the car slows as we stop in front of the club.

My fingers latch around the door handle, but Alessandro grips my wrist and his fingers trail down to my hand, where he squeezes it. Gentle touches, that may be the last ones I will ever recieve.

"Be careful," he murmurs, and I nod, opening the door and leaving.

I watch as he drives away, the sound of his engine distant. Without another word I turn, and make my way into the club.

The loud music rings in my ear, and the reek of alcohol and sweat makes me wrinkle my nose. Sweaty body collided with my own, some of them grinding against me, some just offering light brushes and touches as they pass by. Cups and drinks are spilled on the floor, and I find myself wishing I was back into that freezing pool.

I sigh and adjust my earpiece, acting like I was pinning a strand of my hair back.

"Where is he?" I hiss into the mic, and Sofia sighs on the other end.