Blade

Chapter 31: Don't drink and Drive

Blade

We walk pass the shooting range, the sound of bullets hitting their targets resounds through the steel walls as we come to a stop right in front of a group of men, within the age of twenty-one and twenty-six.

Dante tells me about each and everyone of them, their names, age, where they came from, and their reason to join the Armani empire but my mind seem to be occupied with a certain Blonde girl.

I haven't been able to get the damn kiss out of my head. Her soft plump lips molding against mine, her fingers buried deep in my hair, her body's instant reaction to the way I pinched her hardened nipples did unexplainable things to me. It fucking drives me crazy.

I've never wanted a girl this much the way I want Sienna. It feels so foreign, yet so terrifying. I want her. All of her. She amazes the fuck out of me.

Running my fingers through my hair, Dante dismisses the group of men, their eyes scanning the surroundings with sharp focus and fierce determination.

"When do you want their training to commence?" Dante asks, his voice steady but cautious.

"Next month," I reply, my tone gruff as I slip on my dark sunglasses. "In the meantime, just teach them the basics. I expect nothing less than perfection, Dante."

He trembles under my stare but answers without hesitation. "You got it, boss."

I give a curt nod, surveying the room to make sure everything is in order before I stride out of the building.

"Any news on Matteo?" I ask Nico as I slide into the driver's seat, watching him reply to texts on his phone.

"None yet," he mumbles, eyes flicking up to the road for a moment. "Word got back to him that we kidnapped Bianca and killed her. Obviously, the guy is a fucking pussy. He went into hiding to make sure he didn't end up like that bitch."

I chuckle at the sharp edge in Nico's voice. Bianca clearly means something to them, but too bad I already ended her life. Their carefully laid plans are starting to crumble. Killing Bianca was just the beginning. Once I track down the bastard plotting against me, hell will rain down.

Judging by Matteo's stubbornness, I can tell he is the type of person who will not give up easily, chasing his goal relentlessly even if it means executing his plan from the shadows.

Someone is clearly pulling the strings, but who could it be?

I squeeze my eyelids shut, then return my gaze to the road, a sigh escaping my lips.

"Tell a few of our men to keep tabs on Marcello. I want to know his whereabouts at all times."

Nico nods and quickly types out a message to send to them.

With one hand gripping the steering wheel, I reach for the bottle of beer in the backseat. I twist the cap off and tilt the bottle to my lips, letting the liquid slide down my throat, leaving a burning trail as it hits my stomach, which growls in protest.

"You know it's bad to drink and drive, right?" Nico's lips twitch into a smirk. I drum my fingers on the wheel and take another long sip.

"You know it's bad to stick your nose in other people's business. Besides, that's stupid, Nico. Who even made up that rule?" I lift an unimpressed eyebrow at him as he stares out the window.

"It's kind of the law, Blade," Nico says, giving me a sharp stare as he twirls the ring on his finger.

"I am the law, Niccolò. I get to do whatever I want." I toss the empty beer bottle into the backseat and lift both hands off the steering wheel to light a cigarette, then return one hand to the wheel, drawing in a slow drag with the other.