A Dangerous Woman

Chapter 18

Blaise Taylor

He left the room after his childish outburst, like the dramatic b***h that he was.

'Dinner's at 8’. What the f**k did he think this was, BEAUTY AND THE f*****g BEAST?

I carefully got up from the floor, my hand was numb due to the shock I had entered.

I did not wish to be numb; I wished to own my pain and use it to remember why I hated this guy.

He was a child and a monster.

The humility of the situation was the fact I could have easily blocked his shove, his next actions were incredibly predictable.

But a part of me wanted him to do it. I wanted to dehumanise him and bring out the villain in him. I wanted him to feel rage and to allow me to face him in all his monstrous glory.

I felt the blood fall into the creases of my hands, trailing down my finger as I rested my hand by my side.

The blood dripped on to the floor with a slight patter, and I couldn't help but find the poetry in my injury.

A timid knock came at the door. It creaked open to reveal a young mousey girl with jet black hair, clutching a first aid kit in her hands. I did not wish to be mean to the poor girl but I was not in the mood for being nice.

She smiled at me before entering,

"I was sent to help you with your hand."  Her Italian accent was thick but she spoke English well.

I smiled back, it was a feeble smile that lasted a few seconds but from the relief on her face, it had clearly meant something to this girl.

She placed the kit on the vanity.

I breathed in,

"I know you are just trying to do your job but I can stitch my own hand up.

I'll be fine don't worry."

She nodded in understanding and left the room without saying a word, making sure the medical kit remained.

I took out the needle, thread and antiseptic spray. I walked to the on-suite bathroom and began sewing up my hand without making a sound, it was something I had done multiple times over my life. 

After I had finished, I cleaned everything away and went to sit outside on the balcony. Upon the balcony were two chairs that had been randomly arranged.

The air was thick with heat and the sun was slowly setting, the view was truly beautiful and something worth taking a second to appreciate.

Aidan Romano

My eyes were trained upon the clock that sat above the dining table, my dad and Luca were the only other people sat at the dinner table. Blaise was nowhere to be seen and every second that struck past 8, increased my anger, she obviously had not heeded my warning, to not be disrespectful.

I pushed myself up from my seat and began storming upstairs to Blaise's bedroom. Who does she think she is?

I slammed open her door but she wasn't there, panic started settling in but realistically there was no place for her go and I knew she wouldn't risk a mafia war for a selfish reason like not wanting to marry me.

That's when I spotted her on the balcony, she looked so peaceful just watching the sky, deep in thought.

Her golden hair, straight and flowing down to her waist. Her skin, gleaming and littered with tiny little freckles. I walked towards her without saying a word, she had noticed me but she also said nothing.

I sat in the chair next to her, still staring at her. Her beautiful blue eyes, mixed with flecks of green that were shaded by her long dark eyelashes, made to look darker against her pale skin. Her slender button nose led down to her full lips that were slightly parted as if she was prepared to speak. Her face was not twisted to any emotion, her face was completely neutral, tranquil. I couldn't help but to admire.

Without turning to face me she spoke in a whisper as to avoid disturbing the quiet,

"Are you just gonna f*****g stare at me? Or are you planning to shove me off this balcony?" 

There was an animosity in her voice that pained me but I wasn't going to let her know that. I knew I shouldn't have shoved her and the scar that would remain on her hand, would forever remind me that I was an i***t, who had too big of a temper.

I silently left the room.

I grabbed a plateful of the dinner that had been previously set out for us and then ran back to her room.

I handed her the plate and she looked surprised but she gratefully took it from me. She began to eat but stopped suddenly as she looked at me for a few seconds.

"I thought you were supposed to be the big bad heir to the Italian mafia, you know, the one that kills with no mercy."  Her tone was lighter and I couldn't help but laugh.

" As surprising as it is, I'm also human. I care about the people I should care about. And while we may not like each other I'm willing to try to make our lives easier by not being at each other’s throats all the time."

She continued eating as she fell deep back into her thoughts. She did not bother to hide the internal battle she was having, from being sprawled across her face. She was entirely vulnerable at that moment and that was a step forward for us.

She looked into my eyes and nodded her head slightly. That was enough for me.

She finished her plate and placed it on the ground, we stayed on the balcony in silence for hours, just watching the sun set and the stars begin to shine. Her eyes started to droop and then she slowly drifted off to sleep. After a few minutes of watching her resist sleeping, I pick her up in my arms in a bridal style. She snuggled her head closer to my chest and I was unable to not wish I could stay like that forever; she was a smaller pain in my ass when she was asleep. I carried her over to her bed and placed her under the covers. I then turned off the lights and walked out.