**Dante Vino Pov**
**DANTE VINO POV**
"Princess... it's time to wake up now." Angelo pleaded to the unconscious girl. "Come On Princess... wake up."
Angelo hasn't been himself around the little vixen, his usual rude attitude evaporating whenever he was in her presence. After Angelo fucked up again, I carried her out of the limousine, I sat with her for the 11-hour flight, just in case anything happened.
The entire flight, Angelo wouldn't shut up about how bad he felt for overdosing her twice within 24 hours. He kept trying to take care of her, but I wouldn't let him near her. I even threatened to throw him off the damn plane because his persistence was getting on my nerves. He had one job... one fucking job that he managed to fuck up twice.
"Shhh! Leave her alone." Giana scolded my little brother as she walked into the room.
We've been waiting for her to wake up for hours. This is a waste of my time, but for some reason I felt compelled to know if she was okay.
Her intelligence will be an asset to my Mafia... I think as I justify the concern I felt for the little vixen. Granted, I despised her for stealing from my family, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't impressed with her skill.
"This is preposterous." I finally stated, breaking the awkward silence in the room.
I walked into the bathroom, grabbed a bucket from under the sink, and filled it with cold water. I casually walked over to the side of her bed and dumped the entire bucket on her face before Giana could verbalize her protest.
The little vixen shot up out of her bed immediately, her wide hazel eyes brightening up the room. Her white shirt was now completely see-through, revealing her full breasts underneath. My body tensed at the sight. The clothes I saw her in hardly did her body any justice.
"She's ALIVEEEE!" Angelo screamed as he stood up and shook both of his fists in the air dramatically as if she was Frankenstein, his childish antics revealing themselves yet again. It's as if his brain stopped functioning even more than it usually does when he's around her.
She grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his face. I couldn't help the slight smile on my face as her pillow met its target, silencing my annoying brother.
"Was the water really necessary?" She asked as she hugged herself and shivered.
"You were unconscious for 15 hours. We thought you died. Too bad you didn't." I shrugged as I placed the bucket down.
"Dante! Your mother would be appalled hearing you talk to a woman like that!" Giana snapped at me. That woman is the most intimidating woman in the entire fucking family.
"Auntie, I was talking to a child, not a woman." I said bravely as I shot the little vixen a look with my eyebrow raised. Her face contorted into a scowl. It was amusing to see such a petite, innocent-looking girl have such a menacing look on her face.
"Please, continue talking about me as if I'm not here. It's my absolute favorite." She said rolling her eyes, the habit of hers that annoys me beyond belief.
"Honey, how are you feeling?" Giana asked her with sympathy lacing her voice.
"Nauseous, dizzy, the usual." She shrugged.
At least she isn't dead.
"I broke scouts honor. I'm sorry Rebel." Angelo said as he looked down at his white socks and put his hands into the pockets of his jeans. His head snapped up as if he just thought of an idea. "But it won't happen again! Pinky promise!" He said, leaning forward and extending out his pinky to her with a determined look on his face, his lower lip slightly pouting as if he was a dog begging for a treat.
She smacked his hand out of the way and attempted to get out of the bed. Her small figure stumbled, falling rapidly towards the floor. I bent down, and wrapped my arms around her waist, supporting her head with the other. Her tiny frame fit perfectly against my built structure, her pure white skin complimenting my inked designs as her tiny hands gripped onto my arms. She opened her eyes and her hazel irises met mine, her face a few inches away from mine.
Her lavender and vanilla scent captivated me, overwhelming my senses. Her smooth pale skin shimmering underneath the bright lights of the room. Her features were flawless, her upturned nose, her high cheekbones, her soaking jet black hair that was sticking to the sides of her face, everything was flawless. She was breathtaking... literally. I felt my chest tighten as I took her in, so captivated by the vixen in front of me that I almost forgot how to breathe. She looked up at me, her beautiful hazel eyes wide, as she brought her plump lips between her teeth biting them nervously. That act alone made me want to take her on the floor right then and there. I looked back into her eyes, those god damn hazel eyes.
"The sexual tension is suffocating, isn't it Auntie!" My head snapped up at my brother, registering his words as he elbowed Gigi softly in the ribs.
What the fuck is this? What the fuck am I thinking? Breathtaking? Flawless? Something's seriously fucking wrong with me.
I immediately shook off the thoughts I just had. This isn't just some little innocent girl, she stole fucking $5 Million from my family. She's a thief, a con-artist. The only reason I was having a momentarily lapse in my judgement is because we were in close proximity to each other, and her shirt is practically see-through. Logically, it makes sense that I would think those things about her, it was my testosterone speaking... right? I pushed back my thoughts of the girl, reinstating my logic and grasping the reality of the situation.
I looked back down to the little vixen in my arms. We both looked down at the position we were in, that back up to each other's faces. I instantly dropped her soaking wet body from my hold sending her falling onto the wooden floor. The warmth of her skin insta-replaced by the cold, empty air. She angrily looked up at me as she sat up and rubbed her back with both of her hands.
"You're welcome for cushioning the blow." I stated coldly as I stepped over the groaning little vixen. I needed distance from her, I couldn't think straight when her chest was practically on full display for everyone to see. I walked towards the corner, and leaned against the wall, my eyes glued to her as she stood up.
"Always such a gentleman." She groaned as she cracked her neck. I tuned out Gigi's yelling as I observed the girl. Her movements were graceful and smooth, seductive without her even trying.
"And you," Gigi yelled as she pointed towards me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "If you don't stop acting like such an asshole, I will castrate you without any anesthesia!" She yelled. I may be one of the most feared Mafia Dons in the world, but Aunt Gigi scares the living fuck out of me.
"Rebel, I'm so sorry for these dumbasses.We'll leave you to get ready. You might be a bit jet-lagged; Venice is 9 hours ahead of the States. It's 7:00 PM right now, dinner will be served downstairs at 8. There are some clothes for you in the walk-in closet." Gigi said sweetly as she stood up. I don't understand Gigi's emotional attachment to this girl; she was just her student, yet she acts as if she's her daughter.
"You two, come with me." She snapped as she pinched Angelo's ear, causing him to howl in pain. My eyes widened as she stomped over to me and reached up and pinched my ear.
"Gigi what the fuc-" I started to say. Her manicured nails are sharp as fuck. She pulled my ear down, forcing me to bend down to accommodate her tiny stature as she dug into the cartilage of my ear.
"Hush." Gigi scolded me as if I was a child while I mentally started to scheme ways that I could kill her and get away with it.
"If you need anything at all dear, just let me know." She said sweetly, as if she wasn't about to beat our asses senseless. She left the room and closed the door with her foot. She pulled us down the hallway until we were out of earshot of the little vixen's room.
"I'll handle you later." Gigi stated as she let go of Angelo's ear, who quickly scurried down the hallway like the scolded child he is.
"What the fuck!" I yelled as she pinched my ear one more time before finally releasing me from her grip.
"Don't you dare what the fuck me, Dante! You will treat Rebel with respect. She is a part of this family now-" she started as she put her hands on her hips.
"Temporarily. Temporarily part of this family." I growled.
"I don't give a fuck. You will treat her like anyone else in the familia." Gigi said firmly as she rethought her sentence.
"Actually, you'll treat her better than you usually do, since you treat everyone like shit." She finished before walking away.
"Why is everyone defending the woman who robbed us? Has this entire family gone fucking mad?!" I yelled down the hallway as she continued to ignore me.
I don't know why my aunt allowed her to work for us, let alone live at our fucking house. She's nothing but a distraction, another person's well-being that I have to take into consideration. She isn't even family; I shouldn't have to be burdened by her safety... so why am I? I've known her for less than 24 hours, and she's already corrupting my mind. A distracted mind is a weak mind, a risk I am unwilling to take.
Yet I find myself, almost unconsciously, walking back towards her door.
I open the door and slam it closed. Maybe I should just kill her and get it over with. I look around the empty room, until a black-haired vixen walks out of the bathroom. Her eyes met mine, and she rolls them obnoxiously. At that moment, I felt every ounce of self-restraint I have evaporate. I rushed over to her and shoved her against the wall, trapping her between my arms.
"Didn't your parents ever teach you to have some manners?" I growled at her.
"Obviously, your parents neglected to teach you about personal space." She snapped back at me as she tried to escape from in-between my arms. I grabbed her petite face in my hand and forced her hazel eyes to look at mine.
"You have no idea what I'm capable of, ragazza. I will not tolerate being disrespected by some pompous little girl." I said, anger fuming through my every vein.
"Quite hypocritical, isn't it? You demand respect yet insult me in the same sentence?" She said, laughing in my face. She was unfazed by me, her face still held a bored expression on it. I couldn't tell if she was just naive or had a death wish. People knew better than to disrespect me knowing how ruthless I can get, yet here she is, throwing sass at me in my own fucking home. Her angelic laughter filling the room at my threat.
She should be petrified right now. Why the fuck isn't she afraid of me?
"You don't want to see the punishment that disrespect will get you, little vixen. So I'd suggest you stop it with your brazen attitude." I said, attempting to control my tone."Now, if your attempts to intimidate me are over, I have a dinner I must get ready for." She said, still unfazed as she nodded towards the door.I stepped back, admiring the fearless creature in front of me. Her shirt was damp, still displaying her ample breasts.
Her nipples were popping out through her tan bra, making my mind wander to the horribly wonderful things I would do to her body. My mind clouded at the thought of her naked figure.
"Yes, it is quite nippy in here isn't it?" I said still staring at her perky breasts.
She quickly looked down at her chest,and crossed her arms over them. Her pale skin tinted with a red hue as a blush crept up on her face.I turned around and walked away.
I need to create as much distance between us as possible, just being in the same room as her like this is making me lose my logic and reasoning. My hand grasped the door handle as I looked back at her over my shoulder. "Oh, and don't worry about attending dinner.
Your presence is unwanted there. I'll be sure to send your meal up to your room, that is, if I remember." I shrugged before I exited the room and locked the door from the outside.
Hopefully that'll create the distance I need to clear my mind from that sassy vixen.