I walk into the living room and four other men are there. Jesus, are we all going? Just fucking great. Every conversation stops and they stare as I walk in the room. I feel even more confident.

"Good evening." I greet everyone. Lorenzo walks to me and whistles.

"Damn Davina, you know how to clean up." I smile at his actions and observe his appearance. He wore a regular tux and his hair was slicked back.

"Not so bad yourself." I hate that Lorenzo made me laugh. If he keeps this shit up, I might even be a little happy and not angry all the time. I look around I see the man that stabbed my thigh, and totured me. I feel anger take over me. The pain I had to endure from him. I had to stitch myself up for for godsakes. That fucking prick. I can cause a scene and kill him or I can kill him secretly so no one has to know. His eyes look at me now and we glare at each other.

"Who is that?" I ask Lorenzo. That fucker winks at me and looks to another man, engaging in a conversation. I huffed in annoyance.

"Oh that's my other brother, Adrian. He's the middle child, Alessandro is the oldest and I'm after him." Okay I didn't see that coming. Alessandro has two brothers, wow. My anger takes over my shock and I don't even realize my feet were moving until I come face to face with Adrian.

He looks at me up and down and smirks. "You look familiar. How's the leg?" He smiles. I grab a dagger from my thigh and hold it up to his neck. Men instantly surround us and guns are pointed at me. I ignore them and continue to what I was doing. Adrian tenses and an ugly, angry expression is on his face.

"My leg is perfectly fine. How's the face?" Before he could respond I punch him with all of my strength making him fall to the floor. Then, I hear the safety's of guns click off.

"Enough." Alessandro was here. Adrian gets up and tries to rush me but Alessandro stands in the middle stopping him. I stand prepared in case Adrian wants his ass beat. It felt so good to punch him.

"I'm going to fucking kill that bitch!" Adrian screams over his brother.

"Adrian." Alessandro says in a stern voice. He stops and huffs in response. Alessandro turns to me.

"Get in the car. Now." He seemed a bit mad. I walked outside and towards his car.

Minutes later, Alessandro walks out and let me just tell you guys. He looks absolutely pissed. Fuck me.

"What the fuck was that?" He stormed towards me. He was in my face now. I was pressed against his car as he yelled at me.

"I've only known consequences my whole life Alessandro, save the fucking lecture." I crossed my arms over my chest. "He stabbed me in my leg, that's his consequence." Alessandro's expression changed from angry too confused. He takes a step back.

"What do you mean he stabbed you? They told me that Mia did that." Now I'm confused.

"Who the fuck is Mia?" I nearly shouted. His brows furrowed and then he pulled his phone out and started talking Italian. "Alessandro-" He raised a finger to shut me up. I sighed.

"Mi hai mentito? Mia non è stata quella che l'ha torturata eh. Che cazzo ho detto sul mettere le mani su una donna eh. Quella è una merda di fica. Ho a che fare con te dopo." (You lied to me? Mia wasn't the one who stabbed her huh. What the fuck did I say about putting your hands on a woman huh. That's some pussy ass shit Adrian. I'm dealing with you later.) He harshly hung up the phone. He looks at me with, sympathy?

"So? Mia?" Who the fuck was this Mia girl, and who is she to the mafia. And who is she to him. I don't care of course, just curious.

"Mia is an assassin that works for us. She tortures the women. In my mafia, I don't let my men torture the women, my mother raised me better than that."

He climbed into the car and I followed in the passenger seat. "Who is she to the mafia?" Why do I even care. God, I need to get a grip.

"Just an assassin." He responds plainly.

"How do you know her" I'm trying to subtly find out who she is to him. I'm not jealous, just curious right?

"She's Adrian's wife." Wow, what the fuck. Thank the lords. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. His eyes flicker to me.

"What was that?" Alessandro starts to drive to the ball.

"What was what?" Shit. Shit, shit shit. I think he noticed.

"You just let out a breath like you were relieved."

"What no I didn't. Why would I care who she is to you." Fuck.

His lips turned into a smile. " Someone seems a little jealous." I turned my body to the window.

"Whatever helps your ego Alessandro." He starts to chuckle. I'm not jealous, I don't even know the man. Right?

"Alright, amore. Whatever you say." I don't like this. Alessandro makes me lose control and like feel things. I internally gagged at the thought. I barely know the man but he just makes me feel different.

The rest of the car ride was silent and I was ambushed with my horrible mind and her thoughts.

As we arrived and stepped out of the car, Alessandro instantly grabs my hip and glues me to his side. I look up and glare at him, earning a smirk from his insanely hot but stupid face.

"There are dangerous men here, be alert." His hand trails down my thigh, feeling my gun. "Good." I gulped at his contact. We walk in and there's chandeliers and champagne everywhere. This is a mafia ball. The fanciest one I've been to, if we're being honest. Mafia leaders and others fill the mansion and light music plays.

"What was the point of me coming if I was just going to be next to you all night?"

"I needed some arm candy." He playfully says. Did he just make a joke? I stifle a laughter.

"I'm flattered." Alessandro focuses his gaze on me and his expression softens. I meet his gaze and press my lips together. Alessandro started to say something.

"You look-" A man interrupted him. He had dark brown hair and his eyes look black. There was a scar on his left eye and tattoos on his neck.

"Alessandro, what a pleasure." His voice had an Italian accent. He had a suspicious smile on his face and I can tell they have some history.

Alessandro's whole attitude changed back to his cold and angry self.

"Luciano." He nodded his head at him. Luciano's eyes land on me, observing my figure up and down.

"E chi è questa bella troia." (And who's this pretty slut?) I'm assuming he thinks I can't speak Italian. Alessandro body's tenses up and his hand on my waist tightens. Who the fuck does he think he is? Rage takes over my body and I tilt my chin up slightly and glare at this man.

Alessandro opens his mouth to speak. "Luciano, I could easily snap your fucking neck-"

"Dovrei ucciderti, cazzo, proprio qui di fronte a tutti eh." (I should fucking kill you right here in front of everyone huh) My voice is laced with venom.

As I speak in Italian, his eyes widen and he was definitely caught off guard. I raise my dress a little to reveal my pistol strapped to my thigh. Alessandro grips my hand and attempts to pull my dress down, but instead I lift it higher to reveal my red lace thong. My underwear and my gun was now showed to this weak man and he was speechless.

"Il gatto ti ha preso la lingua? Fottuta figa." (Cat got your tounge? Fucking pussy.) Luciano opens his mouth to talk but then closes it and walks away like the bitch he is.

"I fucking hate men." I look up at Alessandro and he has dark eyes. "What?"

He leans down to my neck and his lips brush past as he whispers in my ear. "I'm insanely turned on right now." I get goosebumps and I clench my thighs under my dress. "Pressing your thighs together won't relieve the pain, amore." My eyes flutter and Alessandro pulls away.

He has a smirk on his face.

Oh god.

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And if it feels right, promise I don't mind.

And if it feels right, promise I'll stay here all night