Chapter 4
(Cristiano's p.o.v)
I stare at the beauty in front of me, saying goodbye to her brother, and yet again reassuring him in a tone so loving and caring. That's the same way my mother speaks to me, but thinking about it, she sees him and her sister as her children. I think back to the meeting earlier, seeing her for the first time, it took my breath away. It's scary to think she might be more cold hearted than me, and I'm a mob boss. But her beautiful dark blonde hair was cascading down her back, almost reaching her ąss. When her beautiful, vibrant green eyes looked at me. When I saw her in the club, the crooked smile she had on her face was breath taking. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard two duffel bags hit the floor. I looked at Matthew and Vinny, seeing them start to look at the guns she had. I then look to her again and notice just how tiny she is without her heels. Those heels must have been pretty high. She looks to be around 5 feet tall, about 100 pounds, maybe even smaller, but damņ, she sure had a great body. Her ąss is nice and round, her tits have to be at least a c cup. God, no i can't think of her like that. She's now almost my equal in this team, and i explained that to the men while she was consoling her brother.
"Are we ready to go now? He fell asleep. He shouldn't have shown up where I was, hell, for all he knew they could have been following him!" Rosalia exclaims in her rich, Italian accent. God, this woman is definitely going to be the death of me. Im supposed to be a cold hearted killer, but somehow she has already poked holes in the ice that surrounds my heart. If only I could do the same for her. I nod, signifying that we should leave. As we walk out of the club, an suv pulls up and a few men get out with smirks on their lips, i automatically reach for my weapon. Rosalia was quicker than me, though.
"Hello, again. It does wonders every time I run into you boys. One of these days, I will enjoy watching your pretty brains splatter all over the pavement." She threatens the men, I see the fear flash in their eyes. God this woman is perfect.
"You see, little Rose, we are here to negotaite." As he speaks to Rosalia, she steps forward, getting closer to the man, lowering her gun slightly.
She steps in front of me and and my men, making me worry.
"What are you offering, Lorenzo?" Her rich Italian accent sending chills through me, and i see a shiver run down his spine. I smirk, loving the fact that she strikes fear in men.
"We will give you the location of your sister, if you agree to be one of ours. Mario would be very pleased to have you as one of his." He speaks in a nervous voice.
She smiles a wide, crooked smile that makes my heart skip a beat. God dammit! She's going to be a distraction. She leans in real close, making him and the two other men freeze in their place. She whispers in his ear, just loud enough for everyone standing around to hear, "Little Enzo, you have underestimated me." She reaches her arm around him, the arm with the gun. The three men are like statues, obviously knowing what she's capable of. "I already know where she is. Now, it's time for our negotiation to come to an end. I'm tired of your games, and I'm certainly tired of seeing your face everywhere I go." That's the last thing I hear her say before she puts the gun to the side of his head, i see him go pale before she pulls the trigger and like she said, watches his "pretty" brains splatter on the pavement. I shoot one of the other men, and Vinny gets the other.
"Damn. That was sexy as all hell. Him nor his men even pulled their guns." Matthew says. He then leans in to me, whispering so only I can hear, "we need to look into this girl. She's obviously dangerous, we need to know if she's ever been caught for anything." I simply nod and pull out my phone, calling John for a cleanup right outside the club. We wait for him to get there, then leave. I look up Marcys tracking number and start driving.
"Its a 4 hour drive to where she is. So, if you're tired, take a nap." I say to every one in the vehicle, but mostly to Rosalia. I want to see her asleep, just to see her with her guard down. As I drive, Rosalia falls asleep in the back seat. She looked troubled, even in her sleep. I continue driving for about an hour, we're 2 and a half hours into the drive, when I pick up on heavy breathing. That's when Rosalia wakes with a scream escaping her beautiful, naturally pouty lips. It makes Matthew and Vinny wake up with a start, looking around. It sounded tortured, and the far off look in her eyes makes me realize that something turned her into the person she is today. I pull off the highway at a rest stop, parking the car quickly. I turned around and looked straight at Rosalia. "What was the nightmare about? Obviously something you've been through. Explain what made you into this person, or I will not continue this drive." I state matter of factly. She gives me a look that almost sends a shiver down my spine. It's a look a murderer gives a cop. The look that says if they could, they'd kill you.
"When I was 13, two years after my father was murdered, I found out exactly why my father had been teaching me how to kill a man with my bare hands since I was 6 and had me in gun ranges by the time i was 8. A man grabbed me up on my way to school. He held me hostage for 3 months. I was tied to a chair, not allowed to move unless there was someone to take me to the restroom. There was a set schedule for my fucking bladder! About two and a half months in, they decided I wasn't dangerous. They untied me. I walked around, planning. I was designated to that one same, cold, empty room. After two more weeks, I had had enough. The last day I was there, I literally went insane. They came in, put me on my knees, but before they killed me, they decided to have a little more fun like they had in the months before..." Her voice trailed off, remembering every detail. I could see her reliving it.
"They decided to rape me for the hundredth time. I was used to it, I didn't beg for them to stop like before. I had a plan. Just as the last man in the room was almost done with me, I very slyly grabbed his gun from the side of his pants. He was the first man I ever killed. I stayed on the ground, under the man's dead body, his dìck still inside me, using him as a sheild from the bullets that were flying at me. I aimed and shot every single man in that room. There were ten of them. After they were dead, I pushed the men off of me, I grabbed the tattered clothes of mine from the ground. I took guns and ammo from the other men. I was hours from home. Days if I walked. I killed at least 20 more men while I was leaving the place I was in. They ruined me. They ruined who i was, I wasn't always a cold hearted person. Before those 3 months, I was good at smiling without hurting anyone. The only way I smile now, is if I'm pulling the trigger or drinking..." Her soft, hurt voice trailed off again, thinking about what she was going to say next, but what came out of her mouth obviously wasn't for anyone else to hear. "I've never been able to love anyone since... I can't let a man touch me without wanting to break every bone in the arm touching me..."
We set there for a few minutes, before I realized she wasn't going to speak again. So, I pulled out of the rest stop. I was sitting up front alone and Rosalia noticed that. I hear her climb from the complete back of my suv, and end up in the passenger seat next to me. I start to reach over to stroke her hand, and about 3/4 of the way to her hand, she moves her hand towards mine slightly. When my fingers brush against her hand, she freezes, but only for a second.
Maybe if I slowly work her to grow accustomed to my touch, she'll fall for me.
