His Light, Her Darkness

Chapter 5: First Glance

Matteo Giovanni POV:

1 Day before the interview...

"The last time you brought a girl in, they could hardly speak English, what makes you think i'm going to trust your judgement with this girl?" I yell fuming at Dante.

Despite having been best friends since we were in primary school, I still want to strangle him senseless. He doesn't understand that time is money, and he is constantly throwing all these girls at me, claiming they have talent, but I know he just wants to get in their pants, and I am just a means to that.

All these sluts and whores hardly even notice Dante when they see me, and i think he needs to wake up and see that his plan clearly isn't working, just making me angrier with every single poor attempt he makes.

"Matteo, I am aware that I have not been the best in my judgements prior to now, but this girl, she is special. She speaks Swedish with ease, and her Italian is almost better then mine. Plus, she is hot, and i mean hotter than any of the previous girls, hotter than any of the celebrities you've ever dated."

I scoff, i never 'date' those women, i mean sure, there's a fling for a week at most, but that's it. I fuck them, and then i leave, its just how the world works. "Are you insinuating that your not interested in her by sending her to me?" I ask, a hint of humour lining my voice.

"No, no, I want this one, but I genuinely believe she would do well on your team. I have already made up a report of her, just have a look." Dante hands me a folder and I open it glancing at a very beautiful young woman. "She's perfect." He says.

My eyes roam her innocent, pure face. She's untainted by the world's cruelties, as if she's been blinded and unaware of it. Her milk chocolate curls hang over her shoulders like a waterfall and those bright blue eyes are like the beaches in Italy. I understand why Dante wants her.

I quickly scan the top of her file.

Mia Sofia Jones
Age: Nineteen (Born October 16th 2000)
Previous Residence: Sydney, Australia
Previous Education: Higher School Certificate; 95.4 ATAR (Authors note: This means that she has achieved extremely well in all her subjects, 99.5 is the highest ATAR a student can receive.)

I nod. "Alright, i'll let you have this one. But I swear I will come for you if she turns out to be like those other girls you send me." I warn, with a devious smile across my face.

"Thank you Matteo, you won't regret this." Dante says cooly, fixing his tux as he rises from his chair.

Before he leaves my office, he pauses. "By the way, i told her to come at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." He says before promptly leaving the room.

I'm going to kill him, I hate early mornings.

Day of the interview...

"Uccidi il bastardo, non mi importa più dei soldi, lo voglio solo morto. Riporta immediatamente la sua testa nel mio ufficio." (Kill the bastard, I don't care about the money anymore, I just want him dead. Immediately return his head to my office.) I yell into my phone. When Fredric took my money and ran after I so generously lent it to him, he knew I would be coming to kill him.

I'm only upset i wont be there to see it happen, all because of this stupid interview with this stupid girl.

"Signore, sei sicuro di non volerlo fare?" (Sir, are you sure you don't want to do this?) Alistair asks, one of my best assassins. I crack a smile, he knows how much I've wanted to kill Fredric over the past month. My men and I have been searching for him.

"No, ho un'intervista tra un minuto con una ragazza stupida che Dante pensava fosse sexy." (No, I have an interview in a minute with a stupid girl Dante thought was sexy.) I reply.

Through the phone I can hear Fredrics cries for mercy. Its music to my ears.

"Qualche richiesta speciale, signore?" (Any special requests sir?) Alistair asks. This is why he is one of my favourite men.

"Tagliagli la testa mentre è ancora vivo, voglio che soffra." (Cut off his head while he's still alive, I want him to suffer.) I can hear the dark chuckle from Alistair before the line cuts dead. I cannot wait to receive Fredric's head. I may even use it as a decoration.

I wonder what the time is, the girl must be close to arriving now.

As if on cue, through my office door falls a small girl. She hits the ground with a thud, releasing a small groan as she tries to collect herself.

Instantly I feel myself begin to fume with anger. Was she listening in on my conversation? I have no doubt that she was, she must've been leaning on the door to get a better listen. Taking a few steps forward, I stood right in front of her, looking down upon her tiny frame.

I wasn't planning on killing anyone today, but...

My heart instantly stops when the girl slowly averts her gaze up towards me.

Her bright blue eyes seem to penetrate every wall I have built up. It is like she is looking directly into me, like she is reading my every thought. Her hair is pulled back into a low bun, with loose strands framing her perfect youthful face. Freckles line her pale skin, and her cheeks are flushed a rosy red.

Mia is much more than the picture in the file Dante had collated. This girl is beautiful, she is beyond words, everything my girl should be...

She stares up at me in fear, intimidated by my presence. I smile. She is a submissive and she doesn't even know it.

"Did you hear anything?" I ask her.

Her lips tremble in fear, as she still stares up at me from the ground, too scared to stand.

She shakes her head and the hairs around her face move along with her. "No, I didn't hear anything." Her sweet angelic voice whispers. Even the words that come from her mouth are perfect, tainted by a hint of an Australian accent, but also Italian.

She is everything I need. Everything I want.

I'm sorry Dante, but this girl is mine.

-------------------------------------------------------Oop, things do be getting spicy my dudes. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!