Chapter Eighteen

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Rossana's POV

We stared at each other for a while until i raised an eyebrow trying not to smile. I was curious, "How dangerous?" He stared at me and smirked, "Very." I rolled my eyes at his reply. His answer didn't give details but i wanted to know more.

I heard about him having a short temper but i couldn't help it. I knew i had to stay away, for his safety but i was becoming attracted to him. This feeling was new to me so i don't really know how I'm suppose to act. If he knew my past what would he say? Would he be afraid?

The waiter came back and set our food down. We started to eat. It was quiet until he spoke up, "Why do you have tattoos?" I looked at him suprised. I thought i hid them but then i remembered that when i went to the interview, my hands showed some tattoos on them that led up my arms. My tattoos were something personal, "Why do YOU have tattoos?"

I guess he got the picture because he just smirked and kept eating. After the food we went back to the office. On the way there we didn't speak. He got a phone call which he quickly picked up. His voice held anger as he spoke to the person on the other side, "I told you to get it done?!" He glanced at me then back to the road, "I'll deal with it when i get there." He slammed the phone shut and tightened his hand on the steering wheel making his knuckles turn white.

I looked out the window. I could hear him breathing hard. He parked the car but didn't get out so i thanked him and was about to get out until he spoke again, "I'm sorry." I looked at him confused. What was he sorry about? He saw my puzzled expression  but he just shook his head and smiled, "Thank you for coming to lunch with me. I appreciate your company."

I smiled, "Your welcome. Mr. Milano." I got out not letting him say anything else and walked back to my office. The rest of the day i didn't see Mr. Milano. I finished my work and said goodbye to Rina. Mr. Milano must have allready left. As i got in my car i got a text from Mason: "Your fight is tonight at 9." I replied ok and went home to get dressed and ready for my fight.

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