𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

11.

Thief, perverse, hateful - Michael Evans, the man who stole two million dollars from me and who was one of my father's best friends.

The meeting started 30 minutes ago and he hasn't stopped talking about the benefits we both would have in creating a new hospital in London. 

But that will not happen. 

We're all just waiting for the annoying journalist's message and we'll start blackmailing him to return my money.

I just want to shoot him in the middle of his skull, shoot him and his son, maiales. (pigs) When my eyes saw Serena crashing against Edward a giant fury filled my body and for seconds I wanted to get her off the mission and get her away from the perverse he is. 

I noticed how her body tensed when Edward touched her and I just wish I could cut his hand off right then. I've always had a temper, but with her my anger issues are on high alert in my body. She has an effect on me that I hate, an effect that even I can't explain. 

What the hell Nico? Why are you worried about her? Fucking worried about a journalist that was trying to ruin your damn name? 

She's family now, a fucking stubborn family member, but she is. And that's why I'm worried. I can't forgive myself since the events of this last year and maybe that's why I'm worried about her, plus it's her first mission.

When I was about to ask Michael to shut the fuck up Romeo, who was on my right side interrupts my thoughts, "Nico" he said pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at him and his jaw was clenched so hard that I thought it might break, his eyes were black and in his hand his cell phone showed 2 notifications in the group that Ítalo created.

"2 floors below the ballroom, inside the only door, come now"

"Help!!!!!"

Serena. 

What the hell? 

My eyes turned to anger and my body wanted to explode with heat and fury. If that fucking Edward hurt her I will fucking break every bone in his body.

"Is everything all right Mr. Ricci?" Michael said with a worried look.

Romeo put his cell phone in his pocket and got up, Alessandro followed his brother's movements and I'm sure he also read the message because he had a deadly face. To them, Serena is like a little sister. And I understand why - after everything that happened this year.

"I think it's time to end this meeti-" I tried to say until a knock at the door interrupted my speech. I fucking hate being fucking interrupted. 

Without waiting for someone to give permission to enter, Edward enters the meeting room. Blood dripping from his nose and an ear to ear smile was on his face, he had the body of a girl on his shoulder. Her bare legs protruded from a large split in the back of her wine purple dress.

Serena. 

The fucker was carrying Serena around like a sack of potatoes.

"Son, what the he-" Michael tried to say, embarrassed for his son. If I had a son like him I would kill myself after killing him for failing in such an easy task. That's why I killed my father.

"This bitch claimed to be Beatrice Williams" Edward said throwing with hard force Serena's body,  to the ground. If I was angry a few seconds ago? Right now I'm a volcano about to erupt. Why am I like this with her? Why she has this effect on me? She's family and he's messing with it and that's why.