Rischio (BWWM)

18. Night italya (it - ta - lay)

I hated everything about this party except maybe Liam.

Maybe, Liam.

It's been like five minutes and he is running that ducking mouth. Going on and on, about nonsense. I would rather drink myself to death at this rate. I had to restrain my hands from strangling the German. Hot as He was, I was plotting his death. He let out a little laugh and took a sip of his drink. And kept talking. I'll shove my foot down his throat.

"Liam... if you don't stop-" I started snap before a heavy set man with a rugged scar that ran down the side his face stepped up to us. He was a small, round man nevertheless threating. He smelt of rolled tobacco mixed with the scent of death. There scar on his face, was more of a cutout than just a rugged scar. It was like somebody tried to carve out his eyeball. Down over his eyebrow and around the soft tissue of his eyes. It was giving me the creeps.

Glancing over at Liam, his face was rigged and stiff, giving no clue if this was a threat or someone high up the food chain. It frighten me that this Liam was in total contrast with the smiley, giggly and tipsy man that was before me a second ago. His back was now straight and the glossy look that was in his eyes a moment ago vanished. Like he never even drank one sip of the bubbly champagne.

"Is this her?" The man said pointing a rather thick finger at me. Frowning I glanced at the man before me, who was a couple inches taller than me.

"And who am I supposed to be?" I questioned trying to sound as neutral as possible. I looked back and forth between the two men. Liam looked as if he wanted to strangle this man.

"A distraction." Scarface said before wrapping his cold meaty hand around my arm. Swiftly his hand was ripped from my skin and a more warm and familiar hand pulled me a back from the repulsive man.

"I will tell her why she is here."

Though I had lost track of where Mariano had been, I could tell he had freshen up. His hair was no longer carelessly messy, it was up, all coming together with one piece curled lightly against his forehead. His skin was bronze in the soft orange and yellow light, from the setting sun. And a slight blush rose on his cheeks from the cold, clear air. And the top button on his white shirt was undone. His toned body could be outlined under all the layers of suit. His face stood out in a stoic, unrevealing look.

In all he was breathtakingly beautiful. This made jealously coil around my ugly heart because if the whore that was in my room was his replacement, they could fuçking have each other.

Tugging on my arm, Mariano pulled me away from the men. Alarmed and irritated I turned my head to look at Mar. (I flipping lost my thought here because, this guy in my class made eye contact with me while I was thinking. Rrrr darn you Chris with the nice eyes and spiffy glasses)

"What distraction am I?" I hissed out from between my clenched teeth as we weaved through the large crowd. Suddenly my shoulders clashed with someone. Looking down at me the man smiled lightly. His face seemed familiar but foreign.

"Oh dear... I'm sorry Ms." He said grabbing my hand and laying a light kiss on it. Being pulled once more I flashed a soft smile his way and mumbled that it was fine. Mariano brought me to a light clearing and stopped.

Turning to me, he pressed his warm hand on my exposed back. Within seconds I was pressed up against him. Confused I tried to put some space between our bodies but failed.

"Dance with me." He whispered as he began to move slowly to the music around us. I took in the scene around us and noticed that many more couples danced lovingly around us. Glad his cold heart thought this was the time door a romantic dance.