My Surrogate, My Love... (Mafia Romance, 18+)

Chapter twenty five

The pic above is of Lenia...

"You sure you want me to come with you, Leandro? I mean, I could stay behind, and wait for you to come back," I try to reason, folding arms and gazing up at him.
He stares me down, brows furrowing, and tongue gliding over lower lip, a habit of his, when deep in contemplation.

He is fully clad in a pair of black jeans, white, tight-fitting polo-neck shirt tucked neatly, black trench coat, finely-polished Italian loafers, and a golden watch to complement the look. Yes, he is quite the sight.
"That's not gonna happen, love, so you better get dressed, because we are running late. Do you still have the bracelet I gave you?"
"Yeah, here it is. Took it off when I was going to take a shower."

"Good. Wear it at all times and don't take it off, okay?"
"I won't take it off, you have my word."
Smiling up at him, I stand on the tip of my toes, pressing a short, sensual kiss against his lips. His palms glide down my sides and hold my waist in position, just as I'm about to pull away.

"What happened to us running late for the meeting?"
"This is a valid reason, àmôrè," he teases, raining light kisses against the skin on my neck.
"No, Leo. We finish up with the meeting first, then the rest will follow. It's that simple," I reason, trying to free myself from his hold.

He sighs, nods, then finally releases my waist, and exits the room. I reach out for my suitcase, retrieve a decent outfit, slap it on briskly, then eye my reflection in the mirror. Scarlet-red, tight-fitting cropped top, matching silk, fitting skirt with a slit at the front, silver three-inch stilletos strapped all the way to slightly beneath my kneecaps, hair tied in a tight bun, and minimal makeup to complete the look. Yes, this ought to do the job.

"I'm ready, Leandro," I announce, making my way into the living room where he is sat, with eyes trained on the screen of his phone. See, I've never had anyone have an effect on me, simply by gazing in my direction. But this man, this man's glances have my thoughts disoriented every single time. He rises in silence, makes light, deliberate steps in my direction, slithers an arm around me, then draws me closer to him.

"See, àmórè, you genuinely lack understanding of just how bad you affect me, don't you?"
His voice is low, taunting, teasing, caressing my skin.
I push him away gently, walk towards the front doors, then turn to face him.
"Are you coming, baby?"
"I was going to, trust me, until you decided to push me away," he coos, smile curving, as he leans against wall, pockets his hands casually.

I roll my eyes, acting oblivious to the innuendo, and step out of our suite, only to find Giovanni and Costello awaiting our presence on the other side.
"Gèsû Chrîstó, Eva. Why are you always insistent on trying to murder me with your dressing and gorgeous body?" Costello dramatically questions, eyes unashamedly raking my outfit.

"Costello, do well to keep your mouth shut, and your eyes to yourself," Leandro's voice is tranquil, but anyone that knows him well enough, knows that his promises are anything but empty.
He locks the doors, leaves the keys at the receptionist's desk, and we exit the building, mounting the Bentley parked outside.

We finally make it to the casino, a place built for the wealthy, those who carry bags upon bags of money, the filthy rich, high-class society individuals, and right next to the fancy building, stands a night club booming and bursting with music. It's not even nine, but the number of teens and youth queuing outside, speaks volumes of the quality services offered within the vicinity

Costello receives a phone call, and once he's done speaking to whomever, his gaze travels in Leandro's direction.
"Matteo requests that we meet him in the V.I.P section of the club, instead of in the casino, càpó."
"I am not in the mood to bicker with one of my employees this evening, so let's get going."

Alighting the vehicle, we make our way into the building via a back door. The atmosphere is thick, coated and laced with the pungent smells of cigarette smoke and liquor, and from my aerial view, I observe sweaty bodies grinding against each other, strippers moving perfectly and in sync with the beats of the R and B song playing in the background, waiters and waitresses gliding amidst the throng, serving drinks, and not forgetting the neon rays flashing in various hues.

We tread past thick, lilac curtains, and into a secluded, more quiet section of the club, where we find a man sat on one of the dark-as-night leather seats, awaiting Leandro's presence. He is tall, looks to be in his early twenties, his ears thoroughly pierced, with different tattoo patterns and designs intermingling on the flesh on each side of his face.

"It is a pleasure finally meeting you, especially after such a long time, càpó," the guy is quick to greet, bowing his head whilst he speaks.
"Shall we commence then, Matteo?"
I do not miss Leandro's clenching jaws, neither can I ignore the chills that come with his tone. For some reason, he is a sulking mess.

He pulls me with him, sits me next to him on the seat, and once Costello and Giovanni take their respective positions, the meeting begins. After an hour or so of me sitting there, comprehending nada, since the meeting is being held in fluent Italiano, the fatigue creeps in, and my legs gradually begin to cramp.

"Matteo, do you find Eva's presence slightly distracting?"
"S...sir?"
"For a fact, I know you never stutter, so don't piss me off any further. Back to my inquiry. Do you find her presence distracting? Your eyes have been drinking her in for minutes now, and I don't take kindly to your actions."
"Forgive me, càpó."
"Now, where were we?"

And with that small exchange of words, Leandro has successfully managed to wreck the nerves of those present within the room, especially the Matteo guy's.
"Leo, I need to use the restroom?"
"Walk down the halls, then make a right turn. Two doors down, and you're there."

It takes me only a couple of minutes to get to my destination, glad that my feet can stretch to their full length. Padding over to the sinks, I press the waters against my forehead and cheeks, dry my face shortly after, then stare at myself in the mirror. Yes, I need this night to be over and done with. Oh, the chocking, toxic masculinity up in that room!

The doors creak open, and in, walks him.
"What are you doing here? This is the ladies bathroom, in case you missed the sign outside!" I snap, turning to face him, folding arms, and knitting brows in both confusion and suspicion.

"I just needed to find you. You look so fucking hot in that outfit, bèllà, even with the baby bump," he compliments, making gradual, deliberate steps in my direction, before proceeding to kiss my lips.
It takes me by complete surprise, but once I regain my composure, I knee him twice in the balls, pushing him away from me, then sprint towards the doors, taking advantage of his weak state.

Just as I'm reaching for the nob, about to unlock the doors, a sudden, piercing pain rips through the back of my head, compelling me to fall on my knees, wincing and grimacing in raw agony. I reach out for the broken flesh, only to feel warm liquid trickling against my finger tips.

Blood, a lot of blood on my fingers. He grabs me by my bun, and yanks on the strands hard, causing my neck to crane upwards and face him. I refute to reveal emotions of fear or weakness, because that would only fuel his ego. So instead, I glare daggers at him, whilst he stares me down.

"You are a spirited little thing. I like you already," he taunts, reveals an American Colt Pistol from the waistband of his denim trousers, and rests the muzzle between my eyes.
"Sleep now," he whispers gruffly in my ear, before the muzzle of the gun slams harshly against my temple, effectively knocking me out...

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