"Are you sure about this?" Came the voice from his right.
Vitali tucked his cuff link without acknowledging his Capodecina- Sebastino DiGaeetano's voice.
Undeterred, Sebastino went on by saying, "Vitali, do you want me to alert the place?"
A muscle in his jaw ticked.
"No."
Sebastino's silence is prominent, probing him with it without opening his mouth.
"Mind your own fucking business Sebastino!!" He snapped his patience running thin feeling disturbed even though he couldn't pinpoint the reason behind it. This has to be done. He has prepared himself for this situation. Then why does his conscience whispering about the wrong doing that's about to happen?
"I didn't say anything Vitali," Sebastino replied, his silence speaking more than his words.
"You don't have to," he clenched his teeth, ready to snarl at anyone who dared to step between him and his goal.
"Neither do you." The voice is so small that Vitali thought he was not meant to hear that statement. Nevertheless, hear he did.
"I must Sebastino. The lines must be drawn," a muscle tucked in his jaw rapidly like a bird trapped in a cage.
"Says who?"
He don't have to see Sebastino's hands to know that he has fisted them in a tight grip.
"Omerta."
The word itself is explanation enough. Omertà- the strict code through which famiglia is woven in the mafia. The code that is vital for every male in the famiglia, which requires nothing but their 100% in terms of loyalty. In some instances, they are more slaves to the code than the other way around.
Like now.
It is then the object of their discussion appeared at the head of the staircase. Vitali's eyes did a slow appraisal as he took her in from head to toe. He can feel his sensuous gaze making her feel uncomfortable from the way she turned skirmish.
As she took each step to descend, his blood warmed up inside him. He could almost feel the tightening of his suit as if all the air has been constructed to her.
The air has turned crisp with challenge. He took her in the dress he gave. It is a nude number that clung to her body like a glove leaving nothing to imagination.
A slit in the left side of the dress revealed the smooth legs of hers that tantalized him. A hiss left his lips at the glimmer of them.
Somewhere at the left side of his chest he felt a pang. Suddenly, the words of Sebastino reverberated in his mind.
Are you sure about this?
He is. He must. Vitali pulled his hands back, fisting them behind his back as he cleared his face of his thoughts. Cool indifference. That's how his body projected.
And it made her stumble as her tentative glance checked his face for reassurance. It's like the lamb is looking at the tiger for comfort. How could he give her any when he will be the one to devour her?
His nostrils flaring, he covered the distance between them until he could feel her scent wafting through his nose. Sweet like her. Not overpowering yet elegant. Subtle but impactful.
"Are you ready?" His voiced smoothed as involuntarily he leaned closer, his head bending down to take her smell in, his nose rubbing over the column of her exposed shoulder.
The shiver that went through her body didn't go unnoticed.
"Wh... where?"
Instead of replying her question he pulled back slightly until he looked directly into her eyes.
The fierce intensity in them made her gasp, her lips parting slightly. His lips neared her cheek, slightly brushing them as they moved over her jaw while he whispered, "tell me Mrs. Salvatore, do you like mirrors?"
"Mi-mirrors?" A line appeared between her eyebrows.
The question- 'What is he talking about?' Can be seen clearly on her face if not voiced out. And then... and then she blushed as they both reminisce the afternoon in that hotel suite.
Her cheeks turned pink, her breath came out in flutters.
"I-I don't know what you mean," she ducked her head trying to disconnect the power he held over her.
"You will Mrs. Salvatore. Before the night is through, you will learn about it."
Hai voice hardened as he replied to her. He stepped back and without looking at her prowled through the hall, his steps crisp and sharp as if he is fighting to contain his indecisiveness.
"This way Mrs. Salvatore," the voice beside her made her jump. It is only then she noticed that there is another male present enjoying the spectacle they made for him.
All through the ride, Vitali could feel the tension in the car, could sense her restlessness through the tapping of her foot.
Could hear the unsaid million questions she is dying to voice out but pride held her at bay. If it would have been any other night he would have smirked, enjoying her emotions.
But not tonight. No. Because, tonight will be her test. And his too in a way.
Till now,he has never forced his wrath towards a female. Never needed to. But for the first time, he has to make a point using her, through her and to her that- Famiglia comes first no matter what.
He couldn't look at her without feeling like a slaughter-man who is about to kill the lamb. In a way, it's true. Because, tonight, something will be killed- her innocence.
The car parked in the silent alleyway. To the unversed it will look like a normal abandoned construction building that has been left midway. The fact that nothing 'happening' is near the vicinity discourages anyone to stop at this place.
Perfect for his club. He stood before the door- the entrance to his secret club- Club SIN where patrons are only through invitation. The screening is done thoroughly by his security team leaving to cater only to the top crop of the society. Nothing than the best. Mostly politicians- senators, ministers, billionaires or other influential businessman who has a hand in moulding the society.
And tonight, he brought his wife to this place; to introduce her. Not as Mrs. Salvatore, but as a woman who can seduce anyone through a glass wall.
He is a bastard after all.