Deadly Pleasure

Chapter 5

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I stayed silent and let Mr. Dark and Dangerous take me wherever he was leading me to. My shock at watching the second murder live in my whole life didn't last long. And I knew the man beside me was very much surprised that I had such a high tolerance after witnessing shocking crimes. Even I was alarmed at this behaviour of mine.

We walked briskly out of the café after locking up. I texted Lucia carefully that the café was going to be closed the coming day without giving away many details for instance the dead body inside this time. I was walking behind the huge man with my eyes on the phone when suddenly I bumped into him hard and hurt my nose.

I frowned up at him and found him glaring at me dangerously. I softly rubbed my nose and retorted, "Why did you stop right in the middle? Doofus."

The cold exterior broke down for a split second and I thought I saw him smirk before he snapped back, "Who are you texting?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "None of your business."

He stepped closer to me and it was at that moment I noticed the difference in our heights. I was always proud of my 5 feet 9 inches but this man was well over 6 feet. I saw his hands circle around me and just as I was about to assume that he was trying to hug me, he wrenched out my phone swiftly.

"You," I began to sprout out as many Italian curses I knew and he started laughing while still scrolling through my phone.

"Vai a farti fottere," I bit out in anger and his eyes widened.

"Sai parlare italiano?" he said and I stared at him blankly.

"You know Italian, my dear? Clearly not," he scoffed.

Hearing my 'my dear' from his mouth did some very weird things to my body which I successfully ignored.

"I learnt a few phrases last night in case you turned up in my café today to gain the upper hand," I begrudgingly said and he grinned returning me my phone.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically and we started walking again. This time, he had a steel grip on my elbow. I didn't try to fight because somehow his hand offered me a kind of protection which I never had in my life before.

"What is your name?" I asked as we passed another busy block. He stared down at me as if deliberating and then said, "Francesco."

Sexy.

I blushed and focused on walking straight.

Just as I was about to cross the road, Francesco pulled me beside me. I looked up at him quizzically and he explained, "The car will be here."

I jeered and said, "We could have just taken my car. It's parked there all alone."

"Luca will take your car and drive it back to your house."

Wait.

I whirled around and said, "I thought you were driving me back to my house?"

"You are not safe at the present time as you saw today. Your house isn't a safe place as well. So you're coming with me. Don't worry, I made a mess and once I clean it up, I'll put you back in your canile."

"Canile?" I asked him not knowing the word.

He smirked but didn't answer. I squeezed his arm hard intending to hurt him but instead got more focused on feeling his triceps. After realizing that I had been squeezing his arm for more than the required and 'socially not awkward' few seconds, I blushed and told, "Tell me what you meant by that."