Chapter 2 DRUNK

MASSIMO'S POV

'Amelia Gianni!

Amelia Gianni!'

She pleases me in different ways without even trying.

Light blue doe-y eyes, jet black hair, freckled face...all had me enthralled.

Especially the fact that these features were present in my deceased sister whom I have only loved but was brutally killed before me by my rivals.

Amelia's light blue eyes had attracted and drawn me when our eyes met that day in the Marciano Manor and I was beyond happy when she had been offered.

My expressions remained the same and unfazed though my insides were squishy.

It took a lot for me not to change the deal...order for her to go with me that instant.

Especially that one time...

Two years ago

Those I told to keep an eye on her, told me that Amelia turned eighteen that day and she made plans with her friend to go to a club to celebrate her arrival into adulthood.

That day was also a very stressful day for me - dealing with blood, money and new deals, I needed something that could take my mind off the buzz.

I decided to go to the club she was in, just to watch her from afar.

'But is that ever possible?'

She had grown into a freaking magnet that was pulling in men...pulling me in.

I drove in an hour after she had arrived because I needed to have a good shower. I couldn't afford to reek of sweat and dried blood.

I chose the VVIP room above where I could monitor all that was going on and I spotted her...

"Amelia..." I said as I took a sip of the Ex Claritas wine from my cup. Her name felt like candy on my tongue.

She was in a navy blue backless gown that stopped mid thigh and black boots that rose above her ankles a little.

Her hair was let down and she had glitters around her eyes.

She looked stunning.

I watched different men try to flirt with her and her attempt to flirt back. She needed no words to trap any man.

Her friend soon pulled her to the dance floor and they giggled as they spoke in each other's ears.

A song I have been hearing in almost every nook and cranny in the world began to play...'Gasolina'

Amelia's eyes lit up despite her tipsy gaze and so did her friend's.

They stood side by side and began to dance in the same manner. They clearly knew the song and have danced to it a lot because they synced and choreographed in the same way.

The crowd noticed them and formed a circle around them as everyone watched them dance.

They were cheered through claps and praises.

'So she is a good dancer also?' I thought to myself.

When the song was over, people cheered for them as the circle was closed and everyone danced on.

During the closing of the circle, someone who isn't a waiter handed Amelia and her friend glasses of vodka.

Her friend went to one of the seats by the side of the room after the dance while Amelia remained on the dance floor.

Her hands roamed caressingly from her hair to her body as she giggled carefreely.

She was clearly drunk...

I wanted her hands to be mine because I wanted to feel what that tiny body of hers is made of.

I took another swig of the wine as I turned my back on the transparent glass I have been watching her from. I ran a hand through my hair because the thoughts that were going through my head weren't normal at all.

She just turned eighteen and here I was lusting after her.

Not to mention the fact that she is nothing special...just a payment for business that went bad.

I was turning into a mess because of some girl. I definitely need to f**k a girl tonight as that could be the reason for my scattered thoughts.

I turned around to take one last look at Amelia but the view I was met with turned my vision red.

She was in the arms of a strange man and he was leading her out of the club.

It clicked to me at that moment.

That drink she had collected was spiked and the person with her was either the one who had done it or has relations to whoever did.

At that time, three men also exited the two exit routes after taking glances at the man who was with Amelia.

'I thought I was done with blood for the day but it seems not'

Angelo - my right hand man - was by my side the next moment. He always knows how to observe my mood.

"Should I go after them

Sire?" Angelo asked.

"I'll go after the girl. You take care of her friend" I said as I pointed to her friend who was passed out on a table with two men by her side.

'Can't these fools see that they are little girls?' I thought to myself as I picked my coat and threw it over me.

As I took the elevator downstairs with Thomas and Elijah by my side, I ascertained if my guns were safely tucked behind my pants.

These type of men are so easily predictable because I could tell that they would be in the garage...and yes, they were.

Our footsteps that approached halted their movements and they looked at our direction.

As we kept coming their way, they understood that we were coming at them and the three others left the side of the one that was holding Amelia.

Thomas and Elijah each took a man and they began to squabble. The last unopposed man chose me and I smiled - that maniac lop sided smile that those I torture say makes me look like the devil.

If only they knew the devil was more merciful.

Before he could throw a punch at me, I wrapped my hands around his neck like a slithering snake and snapped his neck before he could struggle.

I dropped his body without a care as my eyes stayed on the man that was putting Amelia into the back seat of the car.

Her legs were still out when I got to him and I gave him a striking punch on his face. His head whipped to the side and small blood from his mouth spurted to the floor.

He was the one who was graced enough to have his hands on her. His hands definitely have no more use to him.

He was on his knees when I brought out one of my guns and I shot at his arms.

The sound of the shots being fired filled the garage and a follow up scream of pain ensued.

Thomas and Elijah had the two other men on their knees, their hands behind them.

"Take them to the warehouse," I commanded.

"Yes Sire!" They said simultaneously.

I threw Amelia over my shoulder and led her to my car.

"I don't know who you are...but...but you smell nice" Amelia said with a chuckle and I shook my head.