"The necklace alone around my neck is worth a million dollars, what makes you think I'd ever fuck you for a thousand?" She shot back as he let out a deep sensual chuckle.
"Smart girl" his finger pulled out from between her legs and he leaned agains...
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Lorenzo Russo- POV
(screaming because I love this chapter)
I hadn't known she was going to be here tonight, at the club.
Santino had said he needed to discuss some business matters tonight. As we will be working together, we had to also form a business relationship. I liked his work ethic. When he needed something to be done, he made sure it was done as soon as possible and done right.
As much as I hated to admit it, the older Zanetti was a lot like me.
Both the next Dons after our fathers, same mentality we shared, only I would say I was already Don even with my father alive. My father had given me the reigns while he stepped back. Marco wasn't planning to give over his position to his son any time soon.
I could see Santino still didn't trust me entirely, one reason being because I was marrying his fucking sister in a couple of weeks. His sister who also happened to be a goddamn vixen. He was pissed with his fathers decision but it's not like I had any say in it. My father had forced it onto me too.
Me and my father never worked well. He did something while I wanted another. That was until I turned 23 and he decided to step back and watch me take the reigns of the family. Some would complain I was too young, which was true but my father knew I could handle it. And so far everything was all under my control.
Sure he was still there in the background watching my every move but i was now the man in charge of the Russo Familia.
But when he had told me about this alliance and marriage with Sofia Zanetti, I was not having it. He gave me an earful how it was time I settled down and how it was best for the family especially with the Russians on a rise and now the fucking Armenians who were working with them. Our families never had bloodshed or enmity like that so it made sense. We'd both gain power and become stronger, only difference was I was getting their little princess.
I was out on the mezzanine with Benito, my right hand also my cousin. We were discussing some of the things to be discussed at the meeting when I noticed her.
I don't know why but whenever I saw her, it angered me. My grip on the crystal glass tightened.
I had only met her twice yet she infuriated me. The second she put that fucking black knife which was strapped to her thigh to my neck I wanted to kill her, have her screaming my name begging me to stop. So I pointed a fucking gun at her, right in between those full breasts of hers and she didn't fucking flinch in the slightest way. If that was any other woman, they would've simply passed out at the mere sight of the gun.
But I was the one who had to wake up everyday looking at that fucking scar on my neck. Big or small, it fucking pissed me off.
I watched her from the top, as she pulled out the crowd with the short blonde who wore the brightest pink dress, so bright even with the club lighting it burned my eyes. Seriously.
