The Ruthless Mafia King's Posession|18+|

51. Ramos F*cking Ashton.

★LUCIANO★

Clutching my pistol with the tip of my finger pressing down on the trigger, I aimed at my nemesis's face.

The only person who could rile up my moods in seconds without even trying. Just seeing his face was enough to stir up my urge to kill. And perhaps, that might be him tonight.

"This isn't the way to greet your friend, Pavarotti. Put that gun down and give me the warm smile you had on your face some seconds back." He sneered as he strutted towards us.

Ramos fucking Ashton.

Every day, I lived and breathed for the moment I'd finally snuff the living breath out of his guts. I couldn't wait to watch his pupils dilate until he has eventually given up the ghost.

"What do you want, Ashton?" I spat distastefully.

Issuing a quick glimpse at Janie, who had a confused look on her face, I squeezed her hand in mine, hoping that was enough to comfort her for the moment.

I'd make sure nothing happened to her. Even if it required my last breath.

Ashton got to our table. A smug smile was visible on his face, but I didn't lower my gun. Not even for a moment.

Placing his hand on the table, he leaned towards Janie and asked. "What's your name, Bella Signora?"

"Don't an-"

"Janie." She answered shakily and I cussed beneath my breath. Dammit!

Without wasting another second, I cocked the gun, ready to pull the trigger this time. "I'm going to fucking blow your head off this minute if you don't state your business here and back away from my woman!" I seethed.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Ashton raised his empty hands. "As you can see, I mean no harm. Can't you chill for one minute, Luciano? This is just a peaceful meet and greet." He commented with that same smug smile.

No moment has ever been peaceful between Ashton and me. Whenever the two of us were in such proximity, chaos ensued. But I hoped this once, that wouldn't be the case. At least because of Janie.

I wouldn't want her to see blood or sustain any bruises on our first date. This moment was special for both of us.

"We are not in that position!" I growled back. "State your fucking business here, Ramos!"

My voice was stern and direct.

Ashton shrugged. "Well, if you so...." He picked up a berry from the ones on the table and munched it. "Anyway, I made a reservation in this restaurant, only for it to be canceled at the last minute. I decided to see who dared to cross me and voila! It's you." He chuckled wryly before adding. "Tell me, Luciano, since when do you do love?"

I made no effort to respond. All I wanted at this minute was to put a bullet through Ashton's skull, however, I knew he wouldn't be so dumb to walk into the restaurant without anyone looking out for him. So I kept my cool.

Ramos Ashton clicked his tongue after I didn't respond. "Ah! I see why you like this one. She's so fucking beautiful. Just take a look at her b-"

Before he could touch her, I jolted to my feet swiftly and smacked his hands away with the butt of my pistol and he let out a loud grunt. "Don't. Touch. My. Woman!" I warned between gritted teeth.

My chest rose and fell in seething rage.

By now, I stood in front of Ashton. Standing face to face with him. He was a bit shorter than I was, so my height towered above his. Ashton raised his fist, his eyes glared into mine and his lips curved into a menacing smirk.