"Well than, who are you Amelia Lane." Alessio asks in a low voice. Little does he fucking know.
Amelia has had one thing on her mind for the last year and a half. Killing the Moretti family bloodline. But Will she succeed in her suicide mission whe...
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Amelia Lane
His next three words come flying out without caution.
"What the fuck."
Clothes are flying and awkwardness lingers in the air between the three of us. My eyes glint in amusement as I lean against the previously unlocked door that I just had to push open to get it to unlatch. Alessio and the flight attendant are still scrambling to find their clothes and cover themselves up.
Now don't get me wrong, this would've been awkward for me but my anger fuels any means of me being any type of awkward towards this situation. I look down at my hand, pretending to assess my nails with a smirk resting on my face. I look back up seeing Alessio half decent with his black suit pants on, but is still shirtless, displaying his obnoxiously shredded torso and chest. He gives a glare to the half-dressed flight attendant, and she scrambles out of the room, shoving my shoulder on the way out but before I let her walk past, I grasp a hold on the inside of her elbow.
"Touch me again and you will wish you had the chance to see day light again." I whisper with a glare. She rolls her eyes and walks past me with a salty attitude.
Turning around I strut towards Alessio with nothing but murder on my mind.
He sits down on the small bed on the corner of the tiny back room with a glare on his face.
"Call me Crazy, but in what sense do you think it's okay to drug me and put me on a plane to Italy?" I ask folding my arms across my chest. He gives me a once over and continues putting on the rest of his clothes. Except for his shirt.
"In the sense where I need you at my disposal." He says with a nonchalant tone leaking from his voice. Is this man fucking with me because in no sense am I going to be at anyone's disposal let alone a man. A woman was one to bring man into this world, and a woman, me, shall be the one to take this obnoxiously tall man out of it, him. I obviously cannot do that here, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Stand up." I order this stupid male in front of me to do as I say. Obviously, I didn't say it in my 'bossy' voice, because well enough, the lazy bitch of a man stays sitting, man spread across the bed that, what I assume was at first very neat, is now a quivery, heated mess. He stares up at me through long and dark lashes with a look that could easily make anyone call it quits on life and end it by jumping in front of train tracks with a train rushing by the train station. But does that scare me? Please bitch. I'm Amelia fucking Lane.
Or Campbell...
Don't judge me, I'm still trynna figure this shit out.
"I said," I say, almost as a whisper, "Stand the fuck up, before I use your balls as piranha bait and your hands as my ring stand." I state with dominance and impatience leaking from every word.
I really do need a new ring stand; I think I have a problem with buying too many rings.
Allessio smirks, but soon covers it with a hand over his mouth, and as if attempting to wipe off any signs of the sinister movement, he pulls a glare back onto his face when his hand comes down from his face. He pulls himself to his feet, extending... upwards? If that is possible, whether it is or not, this man is a fucking giant.
As I break my neck looking up towards him, he takes a, what seemingly to me, a big step but, to him was probably the world's smallest step towards me. He looks straight ahead, not once sparing me even the tiniest glance and tenses his bare shoulders and what I assume his back too. My anger lingers but slowly disappears into the ibis of the back of my head as I watch the sight in front of me with a strange feeling settling in the pits of my stomach. My anger soon returns as Allessio's words come booming from his throat, deep and careful.
"no one tells me what to do, especially in that tone, and gets away with it without consequence," he pauses for a second, but before I can even open my mouth he stares down into my eyes, but it felt like he was looking at my bare, naked body. He flashes another look back above my head, but he catches me off guard when he looks back down into my eyes making me feel naked and insecure once again. He continues.
"But you are now an important ally, so I won't touch a hair on your pretty little head." He finishes, lifting a hand to thread the tips of his fingers through the ends of my long, dark hair.
My anger rises to a high.
I slap his hand off me and let a glare form onto my face, letting what the stupid human in front of me said sink in. His hand falls to his side as I reach up and let the sweet echo of a slap sore through the room as the palm of my hand collides across his jaw. Allessio's face turns red in place of my slap as a glare rises onto his face and a smirk rises upon mine.
I take a step towards Alessio, closing the space between us and step up on my toes, only now realizing I am now barefoot. I let my whisper come out sweet and lethal, my favorite combo.
"Toccami ancora e uccideo cio che ami di fronte a te." I fall back onto my heels. {Touch me again and I will kill what you love in front of you.}
It's his turn to whisper when he leans down to speak his next words, "et i guarderiei con ammirazione." I feel his smirk in the surrounding air, wanting to do nothing but slap it off his face for the second time. {And I would watch you in admiration.}
Instead, I push him away from me, using nearly all my force due to the weight difference. He stumbles back a few inches before his glare settles, YET AGAIN, and he composes himself. I scoff at the idea at how ridiculously cocky this man is.
I roll my tongue across my top teeth and then poke the inside of my mouth in thought for a few seconds. You know what? Fuck this.
"The alliance." I speak. Alessio gives me a small acknowledging nod.
"If I agree to this, things go my way, understood?" I finish. I see thoughts twitching and flickering around in his head.
"Deal." he says quietly, as if still thinking about this decision. "What are the conditions, your highness." He chuckles to himself as if he got an award for greatest dad joke of the year.
I ignore the slight childness and leave a few moments lingering through the room for me to think.
I continue onto my conditions; "I won't be treated like a lap dog. I will have the freedom I desire, and will be allowed out for air whenever I like once we land in Italy." He nods signaling for me to continue.
"Once we find my sister, I go back to New York, but our alliance will still stand with the same conditions, and I will be the one to produce the paperwork and contract." Alessio gives me a small glance.
"You done?" He says with a smirk.
"No." He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth in response.
"My Friends will all be flown out to Sicily effective immediately, that's all." I let a sweet smile settle on my face as I turn to walk out of the hideously small room.
Now, normally for other potential allies, I don't even entertain the idea of alliances forming, I hate them. But if you want to kill someone, you have to become one of them, know their behaviors, know them until they are predictable, and you know them like the back of your hand.
