Proclivity #2

𓆩7𓆪: 𝘏𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥

A day ago:

I glanced beside me to find her passed out carelessly, with her hair sprawled over my expensive car seats, her mouth opened as she snored and her red lipstick smeared.

Her tattooed arms hung over my seats nonchalantly.

My blood boiled and my hands fisted upon the sight of her.

"Capo." I took a calming breath before turning around and getting out of the car, looking at the man before me.

"Aldo."

"We searched around the area but found nothing, the men with her must have fled by now, their boat is also nowhere in sight."

As if nothing could worsen my anger. My jaw clenched and I spat out with gritted teeth. "What about my order of following them?"

"We tried. But they were too fast for us." Aldo looked unfazed.

"Aldo, find me those people." He must have took notice of my deadly expression, for he bowed, giving me a positive answer and went away.

Antonio glanced at Aldo after walking up to me, his feet against the sand. "What about Marco?"

I looked up at him, my eyes drifting to his prosthetic ear.

"I'm meeting him now." I threw my gun to him and he caught it despite being caught off guard.

"I'll be back by tomorrow, don't take her to the basement, have her in the manor." I spoke slowly taking my weapons off me.

"Woah, dude, are you su-"

"A hundred percent." He knew better than to question me further and his eyes darted away.

"What are we going to do with her?"

"Antonio." My exasperated tone followed.

"I'm just asking because the way she beat up Carlo is no where sitting right with me, she's a firecracker and will cause a scene once she wakes up."

"You can't handle a girl, Toni?"

"Maldetto inferno (fucking hell) , of course I can, just not her." I rolled my eyes at his curse and continued taking off any strapped weapons off me.

Marco despises meeting me with them strapped on, if he finds me with any weapons near me, who knows what that man would do.

Had I not hated cursing, I surely would curse him more than a sailor.

"Take this", I threw my pocket knifes, tasers, guns and lighter at him and he caught them all, effortlessly.

"One thing opened or touched and I'll skin you alive." He raised his hand in surrender and my knife in his hand reflected the moon light.

"I'm off." He nodded and looked inside the car before sitting beside the girl who raised even more hatred in me the longer I kept looking at her.

I watched her drowsily swat away Antonio's hand, her mole twitching upwards with her lips as she tsked at him for making her wear the seatbelt.

Hernine Acetta, I have finally caught you.

And in no way are you getting out.