A Dangerous Woman

Chapter 15

Blaise Taylor

Conversation was taking place around me but I could not bring myself to listen, I had no interest in people that thought they could control me.

The fact the meeting was even taking place was only a reminder of my failure and any decidedly crushing outcome of the meeting, would subsequently be a reminder. I could never escape my mistake and this would stand to be my punishment.

I remained staring at the books that lined my Father's office, I was all too familiar with their words. Reading them over and over again as a child to encourage the active imagination I didn't want to lose. My mum always told me I got that from her.

Once Jordan died, the number of books I read slowly declined because I no longer had the will to go through with an activity that Jordan always love to do with me.

"Marriage!"

That word instantly brought my attention back to the present. I realised the conversation required my attention. Antonio's voice boomed once more, "I have seen the English Mafia, the power and resources you hold. I know what I want, an alliance."

A skin-crawling grin sprawled over his face, "We all know alliances can only be formed through marriage and being as I only have one biological child and you do too, Aidan shall marry Blaise."

With little resistance to the idea, my Father spoke, "Is Aidan not already engaged to the daughter of the Capo of the Russian Mafia?"

He purposely avoided stating that the woman Aidan was set to marry was an heir to a mafia. He of course couldn't let his bigotry views slide for one moment.

Antonio took a second before answering my father's question. His fingers rhythmically tapping his thigh.

"I've been meaning to break off that alliance for a while, the Russian Mafia are struggling. Their finances are not coping with new changes they've implemented."

My heart was beating so loud, I struggled to hear any other words being said.

I looked around the room to distract myself from my fast-increasing panic when my eyes connected with Aidan's for a split second. I tore them away in anger and shame, unable to look upon his smirking face knowing my fate.

He continued to stare at me despite me having looked away, he looked as though was studying my face.

Luca on the other hand, had not moved from the corner of the room, he looked out at the whole situation from an outsider perspective, in complete silence. The cogs were clearly turning in his head but what he was thinking of I had no clue.

My father stood up dramatically from his desk chair, "It's settled then, our children shall wed!"

He looked to me, in expectation for me to protest like the brat that he thought I was.

He narrowed his eyes once I did not reply and began to walk out, patronisingly gesturing for everyone to follow.

Antonio and him walked away side by side, discussing the details of the arrangement.

I found myself left alone in the office with Luca and the devil.

I exited very quickly.

Aidan Romano

Shocked by the news I was just given, I took a few seconds to realise Blaise was leaving.

This arrangement was such a pain in the ass.

Blaise hated me so much, that she tried to kill me and although she was beautiful, she was also incredibly annoying.

A match made in heaven as my father would argue.

However, I was willing to make it work, even if it was just to annoy her and to make my father happy.

I ran after her, “You know you can't run forever!"

I reached out to grab her shoulder and as my fingers brushed her skin. She instantly tore her arm away from me and scowled. Her face speaking for her and asking me what I wanted.

"Maybe I can make your wedding ring purple, that is your favourite colour, right?" I thought my trap was beautifully laid out and that her face would tell me if she was the girl that saved me all those years ago, the girl that I had been searching for.

To my glee, she was taken back, confirming she was who I thought.

Her face quickly was overcome with anger and I was forcibly thrown against the wall, the side of her arm hard against my throat.

I smirked, "Choking, huh? Very kinky, amore."

{love}

She rolled her beautiful blue eyes, "mordimi!"

{Bite me}

I raised one eyebrow, "Let me take you out on a date first, amore."

She didn't reply this time, instead she just curiously stared at me.

Her face would make anyone melt and I could feel myself getting lost under the enchantment of her eyes.

A cold sharp blade sudden started trailing my stomach and slowly lifting my shirt up. I furrowed my brows, curious as to what she was doing.

She stopped moving the blade, it held my shirt up, exposing my torso and she reached out her hand and gently touched one of the scars that lay across my body.

Her face was completely passive.

"Like what you see?" My tone was playful, matching the smirk on my face.

She looked up to my face, her full lips parting slightly and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss them.

Her sultry voice filled the air, “I love it actually."

I was taken back by her bluntness; she hadn't said much to me since seeing me and I hadn't yet heard her English accent.

It was beautiful.

My thoughts began turning dirty but were quickly interrupted.

"Well, I love this scar. Made by a 50 BMG long range cartridge shot from at least 500 metres away, if I'm not mistaken. Definitely implying the sniper was talented." She laughed, humourlessly.

I scratched my head as I attempted to work out how she knew, "You were the sniper weren't you."

I had been shot in a mission in Cuba a few years back, I was tasked with capturing a man who ran a drug business. After he'd been captured, we were then going to torture him into going into business with us.

However, the man was also known for human trafficking and carrying out this business in England even though the English Mafia had banned it.

I knew he had powerful English enemies.

As proven by when my mission went completely wrong after the man was shot. He was killed by a bullet that was fired through me as I had stood in front of the window it had been fired through.

She dropped her arm from my neck, "Funniest thing was, there was a clear shot to his head right next to you, but where was the fun in that?"

I laughed loudly, her attempt at annoying me just played to my psychotic humour.

I don't think I have ever heard of something so petty.

My laughter had taken her by surprise but soon she joined in.

Her laugh was something that I would happily hear over and over and never get tired of. Her face lit up with a smile that broke her right cheek into a slight dimple. The smile was genuine and it suited her.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven for the whole torturing thing?" I finished smiling, an innocent puppy dog smile.

She was about to answer but tightly shut her mouth as something caught her eye.

I looked in the direction of her stare, finding it to be placed upon a shut door, situated at the end of the hall.

Her eyes glanced back at me with a coldness and her previous happiness was quickly replaced with no trace of it ever existing.

"No." Her nose flared slightly in disgust as she stabbed me with her eyes.

"Never!"  She spoke once again, confirming her disapproval. The word was spoken harshly, cutting through the air as she turned on her heels and walked away.