Clandestine Desire

Chapter 1 : The beginning

I was destined to live a life that my parents thought I should. Being an only child and wanting no more than to do whatever i wanted when I wanted.
      My parents are well known, my dad has a few gun shops around Florida in which he manufacturers guns. He goes on about how I am just like him in the way we come together and think. Honestly, they don't have a clue as to what my real life is about away from that made up home and made up life that they like to live.

I was dark definitely different, that I can say. I really didn't care about the company or my family. They were hardly around and bought me things just to make up for it.
I really didnt want to take over the family business.

   Today was the day the deal was going to go down. I wasn't nervous. Why should I? I had all the best snipers watching out..

      Even though I know I am the best at what I do, I needed someone to have my back and he sure was here. I trusted Blaze. He was my best friend and I knew I can count on him to make sure I was ok. When I got into this life, I had to toughen up; I couldn't let myself be my own weakness. I trained so hard that I also could self destruct. I was fearless. A lot of people feared me and that's why I was In Charge of the baddest Mafia, The Italian Mafia.

  This indenture is going to set most of my men up and well for the business to keep flowing. Any gun, ammo, explosive, knife we had it. Anything that you could think of; I can get. My expertise is laundering money. What can I say I knew some people that showed me and that was it I created a big ass Mafia with it and it was over. At least for everyone in my way. Like I said I was bad, well known and well connected.

   We pulled up to a ship yard about one in the afternoon and I noticed a boat house to the right. We parked next to the boat house. This boat house is located at key west. The sun was scorching through my black top, red capris and black stilettos .  "It was hot " but this had to be done today.
      I can see 3 black suvs pulling up to were we waited in the scorching sun, sand blowing everywhere. The deal was they get what they wanted which was grenades and semi automatics extra clips and it delivered across seas. People would think this is risky but I used my dads ships to transport the weapons and money. It is a very easy task since my dad also had guns and other crazy shit going around in shipments.
In return we would get thirteen million. It was a lot of stuff and a lot for the risk. This was a great deal. For me at least. I didn't know why this much weaponry and money was needed but then again I really didn't care either.

   The cars came to a stop as I tossed my cigarette and stomped on it with my black stilettos. I waited for this guy to come out. I can definitely say I was kind of nervous. He was such a flirt on the phone. What can I say I have a soft spot for Italian men!

    When he stepped out I was finally graced with his presence. I never seen him before just spoken to him on the phone...  "Lord Jesus this man is sexy" I thought or did I say that out loud?
        He brushed his dark black hair back and I knew I was in trouble. This sexy beast was well dressed from his black tuxedo all the way down to his Gucci dress shoes.. I immediately realized I just sized up this stranger so I adverted my eyes towards his.
   As I caught his crystal blue eyes I could see him smirking.
"Fuck " he caught me gawking. I stepped forward still linked with his eyes damn he was pulling me in.  Those eyes seemed a little familiar to me yet I brushed it off.
"Bitch get it together you can't get caught up, you run things."

I had to break away, do something, his gaze was strong and I can feel every glance of his eyes up and down my body. He was like a lion searching for his prey.

    "Bella, posso finalmente dare una cifra a quella bella voce!" He stated as he got closer.

"quella stessa faccia cerco di non dimenticare"
I had no idea what he said to me I just smiled at him.
I know I'm Italian but my parents never taught me and well I never wanted to learn either. I hope he didn't think he was going to do all this Italian charm talking the whole time. At this moment I really wanted to know Italian.