A few days later when Stella was fully recovered, they decided to go to Tax Law and find the blondie that held Jake at gun point. Stella had told Dante, that he can be the muscle but she wanted to do the questioning herself. Dante just nodded. Making sure he had knives and his concealed carry on him.
Tif went into the classroom, and was going to let them know if he was already inside. Stella and Dante hid in a corner of the atrium, looking like two lovey dovey college kids. Stella would look over Dante's shoulder at anyone who came through the front doors.
"I never got to thank you." Stella said, her eyes darting around the atrium.
"Miss Bruni, it's my job to protect you. Though I must apologize, I didn't think about anyone trying to drug you." Dante huffed in a self-loathing way.
Stella put her hand on his chest. "Look, I wouldn't have thought Antonio would try and drug me either. Especially since he's tried to marry me. It doesn't make sense." Stella's eyebrows pinched together.
Antonio asking for her hand was news to Dante. "What?"
"There!" Stella said, ignoring his question. Dante turned his head in time to see bleach blondie turn down the hallway to the bathrooms. They raced over to the edge of the hallway, Dante peaked around the corner and saw him go into the men's room.
"Stay out here." He said.
Stella cleared her throat, "I'll wait until I hear commotion." She crossed her arms.
Dante went into the men's room, yelled at a few other guys to beat it, who stumbled out of the bathroom. Then a few stall doors slammed, and that was Stella's que.
She locked the door behind her, and Dante had the man in a choke hold. His hands clawing at Dante's large tan, tatted, forearm. Blondie's eyes were wide. Choking on Dante's hold.
"Release him." She said in an even tone, arms crossed. Dante threw him to the floor. Blondie coughing on air, entering his lungs again.
Stella squatted to be level with his face. "Tried to drug me? Through my own drug lord? Pathetic. You don't seem very scary." Stella stood. Blondie looked up at her with a devilish smile. The man wasn't small, but he wasn't the size of Dante. She could tell he was muscular underneath his tight black t-shirt, and black sweatpants. His white sneakers though, were the only contrast to his outfit.
"Who knew the princess wasn't delicate afterall." He sneered.
Stella slapped him hard across the face. His nose started to bleed at the impact. Dante picked him up off the floor and held him upright, 9 mm pressed to his back.
"Who are you working for?" Stella yelled.
Blondie just smiled, blood on his teeth. Stella's rage now overtaking her. If he didn't want to talk here, he'd talk at her will. She swong her right hook straight to his temple. Knocked Blondie out cold.
"Jesus." Dante huffed, holding up the uncocuious body. "What now?" He scoled.
"We take him home. Interrogate him, where he doesn't know where he's at. Make him think, he won't make it back to whatever mafia lord he works for."
"How do you know this isn't Antionio?" Dante asked, slinging the man over his sholder.
Stella went to unlock the mens room door, "Look at his neck."
A small red tatoo with an A and crossed arrows stuck out from his collar. The bottom half of the tatto though, was either burned off or branded off. It had chared skin and looked like it healed terribly
Fuck. Dante thought. A rouge henchmen.
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Stella's Own
Romantizm*MATURE* Being the heiress of a decades-old mafia was hard work. The only way that Stella liked to relax was to have her own set of men at her disposal. Now finishing her senior year at college her father assigns her a body guard, who's tall, tatted...
