The Vipers Temptation | Completed

Chapter 8 - Dinner and A Show

"Where are we?" I ask.

After dragging me around all day, we finally stop outside a beautiful Italian restaurant. As we stand there for almost ten minutes, I'm teased by the delicious scents of foods wafting out onto the streets.

Instead of answering me, Nico drags me through the door, past the dining area, and toward the back of the restaurant. We approach a small hallway guarded by two nasty, bulldog-looking men. He 'places' me in a chair beside the men and gives me a stern look.

"Do not move from this spot. I believe I have proven that I can quickly hunt you down." After lecturing me, he turns towards the men, who were quickly reduced to looking like harmless puppy dogs. "You don't let her out of your site. If you do, you'll have to answer to me. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." They both respond simultaneously. Creepy.

Nico disappears behind a door labeled staff only. He says he's attending to some 'business,' but if you ask me, I'd say he does a little too much 'business.' Maybe that isn't what he is doing at all. I mean, I wouldn't put it past him to have me sit here while he's off screwing some blonde bimbo. He's a scumbag like that.

"Hey, you guys don't have to watch me, I'll be fine." No answer. "I'm just gonna go stretch my legs and go to the bathroom quickly." As I move to stand up, the guy on the right speaks up.

"Don't move." I wait for him to elaborate or make eye contact, but nada.

"That's all? Well, hello, Mr. Cryptic." I mutter while I sit back down in a huff and cross my arms. I notice the corner of the left guy's mouth twitch briefly before it becomes neutral again.

"I'm just expected to sit here?" I complain.

"Yes." Again, the right guy will not even look at me.

"Well, thank you for defining that so clearly for me. I mean, you should invest in making a dictionary." I snap sarcastically. He continues looking ahead while the left guy tries to hold back a smile.

"Got any names at least?" No answer. "No? Okay then. Who's in charge between the two of you? Is it Mr. Cryptic or Mr. Smiley?" Still no answer. "I bet it's Mr. Smiley; he seems like the take charge kind of guy."

Mr. Smiley finally smiles a full smile while Mr. Cryptic scoffs like it was the most obscure thing he's ever heard.

"You don't agree?" I ask Mr. Cryptic.

"The boss is the one in charge," is all he says; this guy needs to learn how to elaborate.

"That's really descriptive. Should I keep calling you guys your nicknames, or do you plan on filling me in on your real identities anytime soon?" I ask while staring them down. Mr. Smiley is the first to break.

"I'm Luigi, he's Monte. What's yours?"

Luigi was cute, I'd give him that, and he looks to be in his late twenties with brown hair and a nicely fit body, but nowhere close to Nico. On the other hand, Monte looked older than him, maybe in his mid-thirties, with dark hair and sunglasses covering his eyes. I mean, who wears sunglasses inside at night? I hesitate for a moment before answering his question.

"Callie, it's so nice to meet you two fine gentlemen on this lovely evening," I say sarcastically, then give a fake smile.

"I'm sure," Monte mutters. "Now, why don't you just shut up, sit your pretty little ass on that seat and don't move." He makes brief eye contact with me before looking away.

"Listen here, bucko, I don't take orders from the likes of you or anybody for that matter, especially when used in such a derogatory tone. How about you come march your pretty little ass over here and sit in this seat while shutting up?" I mock.