Valentina Rossetti

Chapter 08

The neon lights of the club shone brightly, casting a vibrant glow over the crowd. Pulsing to the rhythm of the music, the lights created a mesmerizing dance of colours that matched the energy of the room. People moved in sync with the beat. The air was thick with the sound of laughter, conversation, and the thump of the bass, creating an atmosphere charged with excitement and possibility.

I watched the crowd drunkenly dance, people grinding on each other, and some couples eating faces of each other at the far corner of the bar. I sipped my drink, feeling the music vibrate through the floor and up into my chest, a steady heartbeat that connected everyone in the room.

As I surveyed the crowd, my gaze landed on a pair of blue eyes looking at me as if I were its prey. I held eye contact for a minute with Alfred Wright, my victim for tonight, and smiled. A trap I use to lure in victims. His eyes flickered with a mixture of curiosity and desire, exactly the reaction I anticipated. Slowly, I averted my gaze from him and continued skimming the crowd. Moments later, I felt someone near me before a voice said,

“What a beautiful girl like you is doing sitting here all alone?” The cliche line, again. I smiled and looked up to see Alfred standing way too fucking close. His breath smelled of alcohol and his eyes held a mix of lust and eagerness in them.

I finished my drink and licked my lips, and answered in a low, sultry voice enough for him to hear,

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“Just enjoying the atmosphere, but I suppose I could use some company,” I replied, looking at him up and down. Alfred smiled, walking into my trap like the fool he was.

He moved closer, his cologne wafting through the air, as his eyes, a shade too eager, met mine as he leaned against the bar, signalling the bartender for another round.

“Care for a drink?” he asked, his voice steady, almost as if reading a script.

I nodded, keeping my expression neutral. “Why not? What are we having?”

Alfred glanced at the bartender. “Two martinis. Extra dry.”

I watched the bartender expertly mix our drinks, feeling the weight of Alfred's gaze on me the entire time. He believed he was in control, exactly as I intended. When the bartender served our drinks and moved on to the other customers, he gave me a discreet nod, signaling that his job was done.

“So,” Alfred began, taking a sip of his martini, “what brings you here tonight?”

I shrugged casually, taking a sip of my own drink. “Just needed a change of scenery. And you?”

He laughed, a sound that was almost robotic if it weren’t so practiced. “The same, I suppose. It’s good to break the routine every now and then.”

I leaned in slightly, just enough to make him think I was interested. “Absolutely. It keeps life... interesting.”

Alfred’s eyes sparkled with what he thought was mutual attraction. He had no idea he was playing right into my hands. I just needed to keep him close, keep him talking, until the moment was right.

“You seem like someone who enjoys a bit of excitement,” he said, his tone suggestive.

I smiled, a slow, small curve of my lips. “You could say that. But excitement is often a matter of perspective.”

He chuckled again, leaning in closer. “Well, I’d love to see things from your perspective.”

I glanced around the bar, making sure we were still unnoticed. The night was young, and I had all the time I needed. This was just the beginning, and by the end of the night, he’d regret ever thinking he could outsmart me.

"Well, I believe in practicality over theory. How about I show you?" I suggested, my tone eager and voice seductive. Internally cringing, I smiled as he nodded like an obedient puppy. But I knew it was all an act, just like mine. Except he had no idea about the dangerous trap he was about to step into if he walked out of this club with me.

As we exited the club, I discreetly scanned the crowd to ensure no one was observing us. You can never fully trust people like him. Once I was confident we were unnoticed, I led him towards my car, parked in the darker, more secluded part of the lot. I frequently glanced back to make sure he was following, but his steps were unsteady as the alcohol and drugs that were mixed in his martini began to take effect.

I quickened my pace, eager to get out of sight before anyone could notice us. His stumbling grew more pronounced, and I worried he might collapse before we reached the car.

“Oh come on, are you fucking kidding me," I muttered under my breath, as he almost lost his footing. I turned around grabbed his arm and practically dragged him to my car swiftly unlocking it and shoving him in the backseat. I could hear his incoherent mumbling as I slammed the door shut and rounded all the way to the drivers seat.

I glanced around one last time to ensure we were still alone, then got in and started the engine.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. But I knew I had to keep moving, get as far away from here as possible before anyone could piece together what had happened.

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Switching off the engine, I got out of the car and headed into the mansion. I had just returned from dropping Alfred at my warehouse, and it was already 2 a.m. My limbs screamed for rest. As I entered the lounge, I felt the stares of my family burning holes in me. They were all seated, clearly waiting for me. So much for my plan to let my body rest.

I glanced around trying to study their expressions but never mind. I saw Christina smirking at me. I sighed, knowing another drama awaited me. I looked around again to catch any clue about what the fuck is of has happened but no luck. Enough of the silence, I decided to get whatever it was over with because I was exhausted as hell.

“Hello famiglia, were you waiting for me?” I taunted in an overly sweet voice with a sickly sweet smile, batting my eyelashes at them. Christina's expression faltered for a mere second before going back to that ugly smirk that she thinks makes her look like villain, but in my opinion it makes her look ugly.

Everyone shifted in their places, clearly not expecting this. My father dearest cleared his throat before looking me in the eyes, and spoke in a cold voice that sent shivers through the spines of many but not mine.

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Eighth chapter done!!!!

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