His Guilty Pleasure

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⁘ Valentina ⁘

 " So, this is where you work?" I asked mr big bad wolf as we entered a tall building. " Yeah love but, the offices are just for cover.  Actually, the first eight floors are completely useless for me. I don't even now what's happening in them." Vincent stated as he nodded his head to a boy at the door that quickly widened his eyes and opened it.

We walked through the lobby where everyone that looked at Vince lowered their head and entered the elevator. Vincent pressed the button for the twelfth floor and we silently waited to reach our floor. After we passed the sixth floor, I got bored so I took a glance at myself in the mirror. Due to the fact that I slept in Vincent's cabin, I still had my dress from our date on, but now, my upper half body was covered with mommy's blazer.

 I fixed my high ponytail and looked at my face in the mirror. Black circles, tired eyes...

" You're beautiful." I felt Vincent's hands circle around my waist and a hint of red started to erupt in my cheeks. I looked at him from the mirror but found him already staring at me. " Thank you," I smiled at him, " You're not so bad yourself either." 

And indeed, he was nowhere near bad. He was tremendous.

 No, who am I kidding.

He looked like he was vomited by a greek god. In the good concept. If there is any.

 His dark hair were slicked back and his freshly shaved jaw looked like it could cut like a knife. His black suit was unbuttoned, as well as the first few buttons of his shirt. His muscles were visible and his dark eyes were as beautiful as ever with a little hint of mystery in them.

" Are you done staring?" he asked me and moved his hands on my waist, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. I opened my mouth to answer him but I got rudely interrupted by the ding of the elevator, signaling that we arrived. 

Vincent let go of me and confidently walked in the room. I quickly followed behind him but he suddenly stopped, causing me to end up hitting myself on his back.

He turned around and looked at me confused and I awkwardly smiled at him as I rubbed my head to soothe the pain. " Are you okay?" he asked me and I gave him a thumbs up in response.

I looked around to scan the place and realized that we were  in some kind of training room or something. Countless of men were throwing punches on a punching bag or another man's face. In the other side of the room, they were shooting on targets, and some were even fighting with knives. 

" This is our training room. One of the three." Vincent informed me. " In this one, we teach our new men how to fight. We show them the important stuff. How to punch, how to shoot, fight and stuff. See that guy over there?" he pointed at a blonde haired boy that was now beating a guy up. " That's Jack. He is here for only a month but I can already see that he has potential. I really believe that soon, he will join my mafia and become one of our greatest men." I nodded my head and he continued.

"See that guy on the floor that Jack has knocked out? That's Christopher. He is one of my best men. He is supposed to train Jack but apparently, Jack knocked him out."

I looked at the unconscious guy on the floor and tried not to laugh as Jack looked at him worriedly. I looked around the place in search for something that could help Christopher, and as soon as I saw a mini fridge, I walked to it's direction. I opened the refrigerator and found a bag of ice that I then, gave to Jack.