Blonde and sharp blue eyes.
That was what he searched unknowingly in every woman he met.
Did he find them? Yes, he did.
But there were faults in each one. One's eyes were not the bright blue, one's hair was a lighter shade of blonde and the other was downright ugly to him.
He had sighed all day.
She seemed like an Angel, appearing out of nowhere and disappearing just as fast. He hated kitchen doors now. Why did they have doors?
The car came to a stop and his door was opened. He stepped out and his assistant; Dario was already waiting.
Dario got to work immediately. "You have a meeting today with the Irish."
"The Don?" Salvatore asked without looking at him and continued his way to the lift.
"No sir, the second son of the previous Don. Cormac Walsh." Dario answered without a hint of fear. He was trained.
"When?"
"They are waiting." He whispered.
Fuck. He couldn't wait.
Taking his position behind the desk, he sat in the chair with a brooding expression on his face. This was not how he wanted to start his day.
He came in and kissed the ring on his hand. The one his father wore and the one that had much more respect in Italy.
"Don Alessandro," Cormac greeted. "I cannot express my gratitude to you for you meeting with me."
"Then don't," Salvatore muttered starting into his eyes and soul. "Get on with what you want to say." Wasting time was wasting breaths, his father often said, and in this career, he did not have much. So wasting time was not an option.
Cormac Walsh nodded. "I want your support for going against my brother; The Don."
A mutiny he wanted. Salvatore narrowed his eyes at him.
"I would gather more me—"
"No," Salvatore said firmly and pointed to the door. The conversation was over.
"But you have not even heard what I wanted to say." He argued immediately and Salvatore felt a headache coming.
"The fact that I have to explain it to you is frightening, for you." He sighed and got to work. The quicker he explained, the quicker he went away. "With your brother, I have no problems so I have no interest in going against him. Now coming to you, my advice would be not to against your brother."
Cormac Walsh stared at the young Don before nodding and moving out. Immediately after, his cousin came in.
"Why was he here?" Dante, his consigliere, asked with a stormy expression. He wasn't aware.
"For a test."
"Test?" He laughed. "The brothers have guts testing us."
Salvatores's lips twisted up a little. "Leave it be. They think we would not be able to figure it out, brother."
Dante nodded and went to business immediately. "The American chains of businesses have sent their balance sheets for the half-year. I'm going to have those checked and your mother's restaurant is doing good as well. However, our steel industries are ready for another branch in Venezuela." He cocked an eyebrow as he asked, "Why there?" That was pretty far.
Salvatore gave a wolfish grin. "Cheap labour and good smugglers."
Dante told him a few things and left after that. Soon, it was time for lunch and Salvatores's mouth practically drolled for coffee served to him a certain blonde.
He was driven there. The rolls stood proudly in front of a mere thousand dollar establishment which made Salvatore think of something.
Wouldn't she think less of him if she saw him wearing, Brunello Cucinelli, one of the most expensive brands in the world?
He immediately took off his jacket and vest. Shit, even his tie bar was real gold.
He glanced at the driver who immediately looked forward, previously looking at his boss through the mirror.
"Give me your tie." He demanded.
"S-sir?" The man stuttered. "My tie?" He confirmed pointing at himself. His fifteen euro tie for the one worth thousands?
Salvatore snarled at him making the man hurriedly take it off. He was delaying his meet.
Taking his off and wearing it, he went inside to the blue-eyed beauty. Just to stare at her because he was not worthy of anything more.
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My other works-
—Howling Nights.
—Her Royal Highness.