A Dangerous Woman

Chapter 17

Blaise Taylor

We left early to go to Italy. The sun was only beginning to rise as I sat down in Aidan's private jet.

I was not impressed by his private jet as it was a strong belief of mine that they were, firstly terrible for the planet and secondly a waste of money. They purely existed to show off a person's wealth.

My eyes tracked the plane as my face grew in a disgusted expression, Aidan however, didn't seem to care.

As the plane took off, the dawning light spilled into the plane. The early and bright nature created peace across earth and apparently across the plane too, as all three of us stared out of the windows to look upon the beautiful countryside scenery below.

The countryside that I remembered running in as a child, chasing Hunter and Jordan through the forest and racing them both down the hills, until late into the day.

I tried my hardest to have Hunter come along with me to Italy.

I begged my Father constantly, but only to receive the same reply that consisting of the fact that he believed, no respectable girl should be close to a man that was not her husband. My father did not understand the concept of a friend, let alone a best friend. He had always been alone.

But Hunter was the only one there for me after Jordan died and he was now the only one that I trusted.

I was now completely alone and on my way to a foreign country, full of people that I had been an enemy to for as long as I had been alive.

Aidan sat opposite Luca in the plane, while I opted to sit as far away as possible. I still chose to seat myself in a place that faced them both, so I could observe them.

They both spoke Italian to each other, which I understood but they knew this. My understanding of the language, unfortunately meant that I understood Luca's awful jokes that somehow always elicited a laugh from Aidan. The laugh never seemed fully genuine however, as his smile never reached his eyes.

Aidan constantly tried to make eye contact with me, that he then mentally challenged me not to break and I obliged to the challenge and never did. 

He would only stop staring at me, to look at Luca when Luca began speaking to him again.

But even when he was not looking at me, I knew that the smirks that faintly appeared across his face, despite not coordinating with the serious conversations he was having with Luca, were aimed at me.

I blankly gazed out of the plane window, to admire the sky and the tranquillity that came with it, but my eyes began to blur with boredom and tiredness. Soon I felt myself falling asleep, listening to the blunt noises of the plane engine.

Aidan Romano

The journey to Italy felt longer than it normally did but simultaneously, and puzzlingly, felt not long at all.

I blamed this occurrence entirely upon the angelic devil that sat isolated, at the back of the plane.

Even with bare face and clothes that were ragged and extremely causal, her beauty remained ever present and intrusive in my thoughts.

However, her personality and her persistence to make my life hell, made me want to shoot her right now and just end it all.

To shoot her right between those enchanting blue eyes.

Luca kept talking to me but I couldn't bring myself to be interested, not when my interest had already been fully captured by Blaise and the childish staring contests that I kept forcing her into.

After Blaise fell asleep, my attention was fully back to Luca, in time for me to hear his comment.

"Mate, I understand she's gorgeous but you have to chill out. You've got a real stalker vibe going on!"

I focused my eyes at him and my face blankly stared, "f**k off."

To that Luca only laughed, "You know I'm right."

I rolled my eyes and gave no reply. 

And after minutes of forcibly looking out of the plane window, my eyes once again found themselves upon Blaise.

I heard Luca whisper under his breath, "Sssssttttaaaallllkkkerrrrrr."

I kicked his shin and he pretended to find it funny, but I could tell that he was attempting to hide his pain, which sadistically, made me laugh.

He was my best friend and my brother, but he could annoy me like no other.

The plane began its descent into my beautiful home, Italy. My own private runway and plane allowed a beautiful view of my mansion as we landed. The home that I grew up in and that I shared as a base of operations with my whole Mafia.

I knew the exact room that I was going to permit Blaise to stay in. It was purposefully chosen to be the room opposite mine and next to Luca's, located there, so I could keep an eye on her. She was still a high risk to not only me, but the Italian Mafia and could not yet be trusted.

Not to mention, Blaise was not a person to be underestimated.

The plane came to a halt, whilst Blaise remained curled up, completely asleep. I battled with the notion of carrying her into the house, as to not wake her, but I had to maintain my status. I had to still be seen as threatening by the people or they would lose their faith in me as the next leader.

Reaching a decision, I woke her up by venomously shouting at her.

She quickly opened her eyes wide. To then narrow them once she looked upon my guiltless face. As she stood to exit the plane, she began uttering a series of swear words under her breath.

I smirked slightly but then commanded her to follow me. I knew that she was seething with anger but I was enjoying it.

Once we had gotten through security, I shoved the front door open. The door swung on its hinges to reveal the large open room with a grand staircase in the middle.

Blaise was once again, not impressed. Curiously, it seemed that money had no effect on her and if anything offended her.

There were many pictures that we passed walking up stairs and down corridors to her room, which was on the third floor.

The pictures all had a similar living family vibe, being pictures of my family. More pictures of my mum were put up after her passing as my dad wanted everyone to remember who she was and the kind legacy that she left.

She was a brilliant woman who died of natural causes, a fate not common to those in our line of business.

I never spoke of her much anymore, as even when she was alive, she hated people making a fuss over her.

I noticed Blaise was paying attention to the pictures while almost sprinting to stay close to me, as to not get lost in the huge maze that was my home.

We finally arrived at Blaise's room. I swung open the door and walked inside whilst she followed closely behind.

Her face was hollow as she seemed lost in thought, her eyes took their time to observe the whole room as I spoke, "This will be your room for your time here, don't break anything as everything costs more than you do. Luca and I are on the same floor so you cannot even breathe without us knowing it!"

She pretended to curtesy and then spoke in her politest English accent, "Yes sir, wouldn't dream of it, Sir!"

She was trying to annoy me but I found it amusing, “Sir? Huh if that's what you are into, I'll keep that in mind." I ended my comment with a mischievous grin as devilish thoughts rattled in my head.

I expected to catch her off guard but she smoothly rolled into the conversation I created,

"Role playing is definitely one of my favourites to do in bed, along with the use of handcuffs of course," 

She seductively sauntered towards me.

Once she reached me, she wrapped one hand around the tie I was wearing and pulled it towards her, causing my face to be inches away from hers.

I was speechless, my brain refused to function.

I watched her move her other hand from beside her waist, in awe of what she was doing to do next. When she suddenly shoved an expensive vase that stood innocently on a small stand; onto the hard floor. Upon reaching the floor, the vase shattered.

Without breaking eye contact, she leaned in closer so our lips were once again touching slightly and a familiar sensation that caused any restraint I had to disappear, began to appear.

She whispered in a sultry tone, "Don't tell me what to do."

Blaise then attempted to make a swift exit away from me, to enhance the dramatics of her actions but I was faster.

Her words immediately broke the enchantment I was under and I explosively reacted by shoving her to the ground. She landed on the shattered vase and cut her hand on a jagged piece.

I winced slightly at the consequences of my actions but the anger was overwhelming me.

No one disrespected me like that.

I finally mustered the words to break the hushed state that we stood in, "You aren't in England anymore, so you better f*****g watch yourself Principessa, I don't deal well with disrespect."

{Princess}

I turned on my heels and walked towards the door. Unwilling to look back, I coldly stated, "Dinner is at 8!"