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Alessio hesitantly guides me to where Mr. Di Mauro is, thank god it took a lot of convincing. We finally reach one of the largest parts of the house, with two double doors standing tall and an name that I recognized oh too much.
————Don. Di Mauro ——
The name itself brought an different kind of heat to me that I needed to subside, hopefully wear off soon enough. Allesio knocks on the door as we hear grumbles from behind it before we finally hear a lock.
His hair was disheveled, his dress shirt unbuttoned and he reeked of sex. My eyes widened even before I knew as the girl walks out of his office with mascara running down her face and her shirt half unbuttoned also. She definitely works for him based on her attire.
Alessio excuses himself as if it was awkward or something, because it's definitely not. "So that is why you were going to be an hour late?" I ask keeping the harsh tone i had in mind to myself. I am his therapist not his mother.
"Yes and?" He says harshly, yet I liked how this conversation was going. An new found emotion yet he was bringing out mine. Rage. Rage because I came here to do my job and it has never been so difficult on the first day.
"I've came here to help you, thousands of fucking miles away! Overseas to help you-" I almost hiss, it was now that these emotions were coming in. How much I miss being at home even with my cheating boyfriend, I mean at least his cuddles were great.
"Then get the fuck out." He says stepping up to me fiercely almost daring me to do something. I step closer to him repeating the same thing he did staring into his piercing eyes as they seem to hold an different emotion other than anger.
"You. Heard. Me. Get.The.Fuck.Out. Now!" He yelled, and I just swear that something clicked inside of my tortured little soul because my hand raised back on its own and came right in contact with his face.
"Do not read me wrong Ezio, I am Not an damsel in distress, think twice about the words, and the tone you use when you speak to me!" I shout, as he steps back once reaching for something on his desk. I see the shiny metal right in his hand and I cannot help but laugh.
"Do you know What you just did?" He whispers angrily walking up to me with the gun in his hand. This wouldn't be the first time I've been involved with an dangerous man. I used to find this terrifying, but yet now I find it all blood racing, fascinating, astonishing.
