Chapter 8 A slap

Salvatore's p.o.v

My gaze flickered to Nono's, beside him stood Rafael whose eyes swept the room like he was looking for a prey to feast on tonight. I strutted over to them, since Candela had excused herself.

"My boy," Nono smirked mischievously as his hand collided with my back approvingly. I flinched, irritated by his choice of words.

I was no boy.

"Where's Adriano," I asked, cocking my brow at Rafael whose distraction was increasing by the second.

"Umm...he said something of him unable to show up," Rafael said, finally giving me his attention.

"Why? Nono made sure all duty was moved," I snapped, the situation seeming suspicious. Adriano was a family oriented person. He never bails out of event, that role was mine.

"Well, I'm actually starting to wonder if you react like this when I'm not present or am I the least favorite brother," He said, staring me down as a laugh threatened to escape off his lips.

I glared at him. Not in the mood for his silly remarks.

"I'll be in my room," I said, as I made to leave.

"But the party isn't over," It was Nono this time.

"I've had enough of socializing for the day."

"You can't go Salvatore," Nono said, as he picked up a champagne flute and handed it over to me. I looked at it, grabbed it and dropped it at a nearby table.

I walked closer to him, bottling up the rage bubbling within me. Then I leaned in and whispered. "I'd rather go in or risk killing Moretti's daughter who has been taking secret pictures of me," I said, slowly guiding his face to the teen who was giggling with her friend, her phone tucked against her bag as she tried to secretly take a few shots of me.

"Or Alessio's daughter who's fingers are currently deep in her cunt,just by staring at me," I added, guiding his face once again to the dark end of my living room where a green eyed lady was getting herself off, while her eyes were locked shamelessly on my midriff. "I'm sure you are not ready for a war," I said, then straightened up.

"Can I go now?" I asked, my tone laced with a hint of mockery and anger. Nono nodded and without sparing either of them a glance, I walked off.

I was used to female attention. Hell, a girl once threw herself off a building because I rejected her. But among all the stares and whispers, there was one woman who actually tried to control herself around me.

Tried.

Candela.

I'd seen cracks in her restraint like when I demanded she peel my shirt off, just to watch her squirm. The part that bothered me was how my body reacted when her hand brushed my chest.

I couldn't blame myself for the reaction my cock had.

She was hot. Her full breasts were impossible to ignore, and don't even get me started on that ass round, firm, the kind of ass that begged to be grabbed. I recalled how she stared at me, all pretense stripped away for just a moment.

Even in the club, the first time our eyes met, I caught that look of admiration she threw my way for just a moment.She might have been good at hiding it, but I noticed.

And now, I could not wait to see how long she could hold on trying to resist my charm. Oh how much I love to rile her up. My reason, still a get back at what happened at the club.

I pushed open my bedroom door and froze.

There, lying on my bed, was a girl in a blue gown. She sat upright the moment she saw me, dragging her gown upwards and pressing a hand to her chest. I had seen her earlier beside Brown downstairs.

"I have been waiting for you, Daddy," she said. The word sounded like a punch to my gut.

She began walking toward me slowly, eyes supposed to be seductive,steps was slow. I stood still, emotionless, watching the madness unfold.

"I was supposed to be your wife," she blabbed as she got close.

I prayed quietly, firmly that her hand wouldn't touch me.

But it did.

Her palm landed on my chest...a mistake.

My body reacted before my mind could even process the insult. I pulled out my gun and fired a shot into the air.

The bang echoed like a thunderclap through the hallways as I gripped her wrist, hard.

"Don't you ever fucking touch me," I growled, my voice low and lethal.

Rafael was the first to appear at the doorway, eyes wild, but not surprised.

I shoved the girl toward him.

He caught her awkwardly as she stumbled into his arms, half-hysterical.

"Get this bitch out of my room," I ordered coldly.

She scrambled to cover herself, shame finally catching up to her. Behind Rafael, others appeared. Nono. A few of Candela's friends. Then...

"Dad! Dad!" she cried out suddenly, latching onto a tall man who'd just appeared behind the others.

Brown. He was her father.

Without a word, he peeled off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her trembling frame. Hatred burned in his eyes as he stared at me down, lips twitching with restraint.

"Teach your daughter morality," I said icily, staring straight at him. "She shouldn't try to seduce a man who doesn't give a damn about her."

The silence was a deafening ready to snap.

Then Candela entered.

Her eyes swept the scene of her friends, Brown holding his daughter, Rafael with a hand on his gun, Nono looking both amused and irritated. And me. Still calm. Still deadly.

She didn't ask a single question.

Instead, she marched right up to me and slapped me hard across the face.

I didn't flinch.

Her finger jabbed into my chest. "Don't you ever point a fucking gun at my family," she hissed.

Then she leaned in, her voice sounded cold.

"Stay the fuck away."

With that, she turned sharply and followed Brown out of the room, catching up with him and his daughter,who was her sister as well. Rafael stepped aside to let them pass, and with one final glare at him, he led everyone out and the door closed with a final click.

I stood alone in the aftermath.

Unshaken. Rigid with Rage

She will pay for this, I will make her pay for rubbing my pride off.