Intentions | Jason McCann |

Chapter 45 - His Teacher

| Savanna |

It was Lorenzo.

I don't think they realised I understood or could speak Italian because they hadn't spoken a word of English. Either that or they themselves couldn't speak English but fortunately, I knew exactly what they were saying and the use of 'my girl' sent shivers down my spine, and not the good kind.

"Mi dispiace che sia dovuto venire da questa principessa, sei difficile da trovare (I'm sorry it had to come to this Princess, you're hard to get)" I looked up at him with disgust yet fear, as much as I wanted to fight, I was still the only girl amongst what looked like 10 men, I was yet again powerless.

I hated it.

"Perché così silenzioso? Parli davvero bene? (Why so quiet? You do talk right?)" He asked, making the men around him laugh along with himself as he looked down at me. "Oh può parlare capo, aspettare che urli (Oh she can talk Boss, just wait for her to scream.)" The same man who clawed my legs and dragged me to the ground, spoke.

Lorenzo slowly turned around to face the man, "Hai gli occhi da wandering, Marcelo? Capisci che è la mia signora, vero? (Do you have wandering eyes, Marcelo? You do understand this is my lady, right?)" He asked, his voice sounding a lot more mean now that he was talking to Marcelo.

"Certo che capo, è tutta tua! (Of course boss, she's all yours!)" As soon as he said that, Lorenzo chuckled deeply before he looked over at one of the men stood in the distance, nodding his head. Suddenly, the man drew his gun and pointed it at Marcelo instantly making my eyes widen and heart race like crazy. "Non voglio che tu mi dica cos'è mio, lo so già. (I don't need you to tell me what's mine, I already know)" He ended and with that, the man fired shots at Marcelo sending his body to the ground.

My hand flew to my mouth as I watched the mans body fall to the ground. My body shook from fear and I looked down at his body as if I were lost in a trance; it's not everyday you saw a body that was one alive, to then being dead in front of you.

"Non aver paura bella. È esattamente quello che succede a coloro che mi attraversano e soprattutto parlano di te, amore mio. (Don't be afraid beautiful. This is exactly what happens to those who cross me, and most importantly, talk about you, my love.)" He said, slowly approaching me before he crouched down in front of me.

He caressed my face with his hand, smiling at me as if he had just achieved something.

I quickly pushed his hand away from me, "Non mi toccare. Non sono il tuo amore. (Don't touch me. I'm not your love.)" I said, anger in my voice as I look in to his beady eyes that reminded me so much of his father, his pathetic excuse of a father.

"So you are fluent in both languages?" He grinned, his accent was heavily Italian, more than his fathers and in fact, if you didn't know Italian you probably wouldn't have been able to understand his English because his accent was so thick.

"Ho sicuramente vinto il premio più grande con lei, sig.na Montano. (I definitely have won the greatest prize with you Miss Montano)" He raised his brows before he stood up straight.

"Legala e mettila nella mia macchina. Lasciamo questo posto, per sempre. È ora che la sig.na Montano ripeta le sue rotte. (Tie her up and put her in my car. We are leaving this place, for good. It's time Miss Montano experiences her routes again.)" He turned around to walk away but the sound of engines revving and nearing us made all of us look over. Along the dirt road arrived the loudest of sports cars, it was hard to figure out exactly who was driving but I took this as my chance to run as the men ahead of me were no longer watching me.

"Prendila! (Catch her!)" I heard from behind me as I ran behind the SUV. I had no weapon and I also had nowhere to run but the sound of gunshots gave me time to hide behind the car without being hit. As the men ran across the lot to grab me, they were gunned down as Jason's friends emerged from their cars, ducking behind their doors for cover.