-Alia Romano-
"You're actually getting on my nerves." I rolled my eyes at Evret who was sitting next to me in a barstool.
He scoffed before taking another sip of his whiskey, "You, my friend, just have no taste in adventure."
"Can you two stop bickering and get back to work." I overheard Matteo in the coms. His accent really pushing through.
I smirked as my eyes landed on him across the room. He adjusted to the multiple women trying to touch and/or whisper in his ear.
"Enjoying yourself Matty?" I said.
He glared at me from the distance, "This is anything but enjoyable."
"Meglio abituarsi. Sei se" I said, letting my accent push through as far as it wanted. Better get used to it. You're hot.
"Una bocca così sporca." He smirked. Such a dirty mouth.
"So we all just magically don't know how to speak Italian anymore, right?" Evret said. I looked over to find him no longer next to me.
"Vantaggi di essere bilingue. Affrontalo." I scoffed as I turned back to the bar and sipped my martini. Benefits of being bilingual. Deal with it.
"I don't know if it's a benefit to know what you said or not." Evret spoke.
"Enough. Focus."
For minute, I sat in silence because of Matteo's order. I enjoyed the slight tube of the orchestra playing and my drink.
That was until a hand layer on the small of my back. It wasn't Matteo, that I knew.
I looked up to see a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair. His beard was long and looked rather—itchy.
"Is there someone I should be worried about?" He says.
"Is there someone you want to worry about?"
"You. For a night or two." His smirk made me uncomfortable. "What's your name beautiful?"
"È questo lo stronzo?" I sipped my drink. Is this the asshole?
"Spanish? I know a little bit, 'Hola Señora!" He attempted.
"That's him. Remember the objective. Seduce, drug, kill." Matteo said.
"Facile." Easy. "What's your name?" I touched his chest.
His smile was... ugly.
"Tyler. But you can call me daddy." He inched closer, "what's yours?"
I plastered my smile, "Irene Davidson."
His hand travelled the slightest inch further down.
"Alia if you're uncomfortable, you tell me and I'll shoot him right here." Matteo said lowly.
I shook my head, "Io sto bene." I'm fine.
"Do I need to buy you another drink to get you to tell me what your saying?" He laughed.
"I said, you're very handsome."
"Sounded a little different sweetheart."
"I'm being pg for the sake of the hosts guests." I picked up my drink.
"So there's no Mr. Davidson. Or soon to be? If there is, I should question his choice of whereabouts. Very dangerous to leave such a beauty alone here."
"I should question why you care so much for if I have a partner when you're practically throwing yourself at me." I tugged his tie.
"Because you haven't given me a reason why I shouldn't be."
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His Sweetest Delight
RomanceIn the setting two years before Elana was introduced, the infamous life of miss Alia Romano made her the star of the show. Her interests were set anywhere she wanted, from innocent doctors to her brothers best friend. Of course, in some cases, it...