Danger Prone

Yours, Truly

Hello, lovely people!! Above is Matthew Noszka who is an American model :) I chose him to play Tony :) So now Cristiano and Ava are stuck in the safe house together.... so you think they can take the heat?😏

I followed Cristiano into the kitchen to find him sipping his espresso calmly.

"Why do you need me?" I asked breaking the silence.

He peered up at me through dark eyes.

"Jack told me that I was useful to you, what does that mean?"

He looked back down at his steaming cup.

"Did he now?" He asked coolly.

I nodded.

"And you believe everything that Jack says, don't you?"

He challenged my eyes but I just stared back.

"I do," I replied.

"You seem to forget that he is a coldblooded killer just like the rest of us," he muttered.

"But then again, you're so in love with him," he said turning away.

"Well so what if I am?!"

He stood up abruptly and pointed at me.

"Because you don't belong to him!" He bellowed at me.

I clenched my fists in anger at his words.

"Well then who do I belong to? Do I belong to you?!"

"No, I don't want you!" he breathed heavily.

"Well then you can't tell me what to do!" I fired back.

He came closer as I backed away and finally hit the wall.

"You're pretty sexy when you're angry," he breathed huskily. He placed his hands against the wall above my head.

"I'm gonna kill you!" I seethed and he laughed.

"You don't even know how work a gun!"

I pushed my chest against his and snapped my fingers in his face.

"Oh yeah? Because I shot a guy in the face on my way here,"

His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head in confusion.

"Care to clarify that, rossa bella?"

"While Jack and I were driving here some bastards were following us and so I took Jack's gun, and shot one guy in the face."

He raised his eyebrows and looked away.

"I'll kill Jack for putting you in danger," he said.

"Then I'll kill you!" I spat back.

"And how would you do that?"

"I'm not telling you my plan you Italian sausage!"

"You couldn't kill me even if you wanted to, principessa, you like me too much," he said smugly.

Anger flared inside me.

"And nice try with that little show you put on earlier, almost had me believing for a second."

My eyes went wide and I began to speak when his hand closed tightly around my throat.

It wasn't tight enough to cut off my breathing, but I still was struggling to breath.

"Put.... me.... down...." I rasped.

"You were trying to make me jealous, weren't you my little gattina? You thought that I'd get all red in the face with jealousy? You thought that I'd want to slice Jack's throat for having his hands all over you? Well you're wrong, no one wants to fuck a trash bag,"