Protecting The Principessa (Complete)

~ Chapter 13 ~

Adriano stalked out of the house, after grabbing a long jacket, his gaze narrowing on the woman as she climbed out of her own car that had parked in front of his house. Inside the house, he could hear the chuckle of Ignazia as she recognized the woman and he wanted to scream at her. Not that it was her fault, because it wasn't, at least not in a way he could blame her. He pinched his nose as he leaned against the side of his house while the woman walked over.

"What the fuck are you doing, Sara?"

"Well, I had to see what's been keeping you all this time. I wasn't aware you were fucking the help." Adriano rolled his eyes.

"I'm not fucking her. Since when did you become a jealous bitch?" Sara lifted her chin slightly and then glared at the woman through the window.

"Why are you leaving your club so late these last few days?"

"I thought there was a car following us since then, but I wasn't sure. She works for me, Sara."

"Ew, why would you want her to? She can't possibly be good for your bar." Adriano let out a breath and shook his head.

"She is, actually. She's smart, funny, sexy in her attire, and is a really good fucking bartender, which is why I hired her. Now, what is the concern here because you really don't care if I fuck someone else or not."

"Not her," she said, crossing her arms. Ignazia was a lot of things that Adriano admired; however, she was also a woman he wouldn't touch. Not just the looks issues, but a couple of others; like she was a favorite of the boss's and he also worried that she would break him in two if he tried anything stupid. But that still didn't explain why Sara was so out to make such a statement.

"Why?"

"I don't like her." Adriano laughed at how crazy of a statement that was. One would think that as Sara was his fiancé, she wouldn't like any woman he fucked. But seeing as it was the furthest thing from some love relationship, there were no worries on either side.

"Yeah, that's rich. Look, I don't have time for this shit. I had a long night at the club and want to get to bed. So, why don't you fuck off with this nonsense? And where did you even tell your dad you were going?" With that, he looked up and around. "And where the fuck are your guards?"

"I ditched them."

"Fucking hell, Sara! You can't be doing that dumb shit." She smirked and slid up to him, catching his jacket and pulling him close.

"I can go into your house, and you can protect me there?" Yeah, that wasn't happening. One female in his domain was enough for him; he sure didn't need another.

"Think again. I'm following you back to your house, now. And I will make it a point to talk to your guards, and your father, who will be fucking pissed you left the house without proper supervision, especially with what's going on. Fuck, you know better than that, Sara!" She pouted but he just shook his head. She couldn't get over on him, not with shit like that when she knew better. He took her arm and escorted her back to the car, and helped her in. "I'll be right behind you, so don't try some dumb shit."

"What the fuck ever," she said as she rolled her eyes and started the car. With that, he stormed back into his house, barely tossing a glance Izzy's way.

"Get dressed. I'm not leaving you alone and I need to take care of this." He watched as she nodded, obviously getting the hint that he wasn't in the mood, and he wasn't. Sara's stunt was going to cost her guards and he wasn't sure he could defend them. Not that she cared, but she didn't. He growled at how fucking spoiled she was as he went into his room and quickly pulled on some jeans and a top. Not his usual attire when he went to see the boss, but it couldn't be helped. Not now, not after this. He slipped some shoes on and walked out of his room at the same time that Izzy did.