Fire Me - completed

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"I’ll make your life a living hell. You don’t know who you are dealing with."

She swallowed her ears ringing.

"So what’s it to be Torino are you in or are you out?"

"I’m in."

"Good choice. I’ll wait for you after school seeing as we have no lessons together till tomorrow."

She nodded.

He kissed her cheek. "Thank you, Torino. I’ll see you by the gates, so tell your parents you will be back late."

She nodded as he pulled himself up walking away.

"So what happened? What did she say?"

"She wasn’t too happy about it, but I twisted her arm."

They all smiled. "How did you even do that?"

"Easy."

"You blackmailed her?"

An evil grin spread across his face.

"Your just so damn f*****g good Aubrey Tanner. I’m glad we have you on our side."

"Always."

Aubrey stood waiting by the gates, he’d looked at his watch ten times already where the hell was she? Had she ditched him and run home? If she had he’d find her, he’d already been given her address just in case she bailed on him.

She slowly walked up to him as he was smoking his cigarette. He looked up and over to her. "Where have you been? I was begging in to think you ditched."

"I’m sorry I had to go to the library for the last lesson and the teacher made us stay until his lecture was done."

‘Well, you’re here now." He said, stamping his cigarette out. "Come on let’s get this over and done with so we can get you back home before dark." He chuckled.

"I’m not ten."

"I know Torino."

"What do you keep calling me that?"

"I’ll tell you one day come on."

She followed him down the street where the hell was he taking her it seemed like they were walking for hours.

Maybe he should’ve let his driver pick them up, but he didn’t want to scare her the mansion was going to scare her enough.

They finally reached their destination the guards opened the gates letting them in. "Why have you got guards?"

"Dad reckons it’s better to be safe than sorry." He couldn’t tell her the truth she’d definitely run scared if she wasn’t scared of him already.

They walked up to the large house she looked amazed by its beauty it had to be the sixteenth century. "My father likes history, especially old buildings."

She nodded still amazed by it all.

He opened the large wooden door to the large hallway covered in pictures of the monarchy, they looked Italian. "I guess everyone was right, you are a rich bastard."

His jaw dropped he had not expected that from her mouth. He didn’t even know she used curse words his friends had told him she was a quiet girl and she was always happy to help others with their school work. He didn’t expect that one bit he shook his head, and his jaw tightened. "I guess that’s why everyone wants to get to know me."

"Not me. And your friends weren’t too struck by you being rich either."

"Well, it’s not for everyone. Most girls like filthy rich men no matter how old."

"Not me trust my money doesn’t make a man."

"Then what does?"

"His personality without that there is nothing. No matter how much money someone has, they have to have something more to them other than just money. Money isn’t everything there has to be a spark, a guy with a great personality who makes you laugh and makes you feel yourself around and makes you truly happy is more than all the money in the world."

He was liking this girl already, she wasn’t like the rest of the sluts in the school that were trying to get on his d**k cause he had money. She was normal and she wasn’t bothered about any of that. "Shall we?"

"Where are we going to do our work?"

"I’m my room."

"I don’t know Aubrey I..we..l

"I won’t touch you I promise. You’re just here to help me nothing else. Come on." He said holding his hand out. She looked down at it, and he smiled. "It doesn’t bite Torino."

She cautiously placed her hand in his and he closed his hand around hers leading her upstairs into his room. He closed the door behind them. She looked around the spacious two levelled room his bed on the second level and a study room on the first. "We can use the table it has plenty of room on it for all of our stuff."

She nodded.

"Close your mouth, Torino, you’ll be catching flies next. He laughed.

She hadn’t released she’d stood taking in the beautifully decorated room which was four times bigger than her room. It was half of the upstairs of the house. "Your room is .."

"I’m glad you like it it’s all sixteenth century, it hasn’t been long decorated." He smiled. "Please take a seat."

She sat down and he sat next to her. They got all of her books out. He was so much easier to work with not once had he come on to her seductively. He’d listen to her every word.

She looked at her watch. "Shit."

"Language Torino."

"Sorry. I have to go."

"I was going to invite you for a late dinner. My parents work late and I was hoping you’d accompany me."

"I have to go maybe another time."

"Call your parents and tell them you are still doing your homework. I’m sure they won’t mind. Just don’t tell them we’re alone."

She looked at him.

He smiled.

"Okay.’"

"That’s my Torino." He smiled.

She called her parents telling them she’d be back by ten.

"So did they agree?"

"Yeah."

"Good, dinner is served."

"How did you know they were going to say yes?"

"A hunch, come on Torino. I’m sure you’re hungry I know I am."

"Just a little."

He smiled taking her hand and leading her downstairs to the large dining room where the dinner was played out on the table. "I wasn’t sure what you liked so I asked the maids to serve all of this."

She smiled. They both sat down to eat. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure Torino anything."

She swallowed she wasn’t sure if she should ask. "Don’t be mad at me."

"I would never be mad at you Tornio, ask me anything."

She swallowed hard again. She was s**t scared of how he would react to her question.

"I’m waiting, Torino."

She took a deep breath and asked. "Are your family mafia?"

His face dropped he was not expecting that at all.

"I thought so. I’m sorry I asked. I won’t ask again."

He looked at her how the hell was he going to get out of this one? "How did you know?"

"The photos on the wall they’re Italian Mafia."

"How did you know?"

"I have done some research on it for an essay last term. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry."

God, she was a smart ass too. He leaned towards her. "Now you know my secret I’ll have to kill you."

She swallowed nervously.

He laughed. "Just kidding Tornio."

She breathed heavily.

"This is between us okay."

She nodded.

"If you tell anyone I will not hesitate, I will kill you are we understood?"

She nodded.

"Words Torino."

"Yes, I understand."

He smiled kissing her cheek.

"I..I.. best go."

"Already Torino. The night is young."

"I said I’d be home by ten."

He smiled. Taking her hand and pulling her up. "We’ll take the car."

"There’s no need I’ll walk."

He shot daggers at her. "No Torino it is not safe. I’ll let Lucas know and he’ll take you home."

"That isn’t necessary."

"You’re my guest, I already made you walk halfway over town to get here and you’re not walking back, so please accept the lift."

"Okay." She sighed.

"I knew you’d see it my way, Torino." He smiled.

They were met outside by Lucas and the stretch limo. "I’m sorry I can’t go home in that."

"You can."

"Fine." She huffed.

He smiled and they got into the car, Lucas closed the door got in she gave him the address and he pulled away.

After a ten-minute journey, they reached her house, Lucas opened the door. "Thank you, Aubrey."

"No problem. I’ll pick you up in the morning."

"You don’t have to."

"I insist."

"Okay." She said, unsure.

"Half eight."

She smiled getting out of the car. "Thank you, Lucas."

"My pleasure mam."

She smiled and walked up to the front door opened it went inside closing the door. Lucas pulled away. Aubrey knew from now on he had to be careful she was way too clever for him. Trust a clever chick to choose mafia culture as a subject what are the odds?