Chapter 10: Wanting her.
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SERGIO'S POV
“Julia Winters, born in Dallas, twenty years old. She has only her mother and her dad is late. She lives here in Italy. She is on a full ride scholarship to study architecture. She lives close to the subway.”
I stare at her picture. She looks so young and innocent in this picture.
I keep staring at her picture. I can’t take my eyes off her face.
“Thanks Lance. Your payment has been handled.” I end the call.
Lance is the private investigator I use. A man like me with so much power, the way to keep the power is to know about your opponents. Knowledge in this our world is power, whoever has information controls the game. And I have the best investigator on my payroll. I had him get all he could find on Julia. The violet eyed beauty.
My hard on has hardly gone down. I think I am losing my freaking mind, my wood is hard and my shaft is thick with the need to release. I have tried wanking my d**k but it offers no release, the thought of touching another woman makes me nauseous. I can’t imagine it. I need to find her and find her fast. And when I find her I am going to have her.
“Boss, we are ready to go now.” Leo stands at the door.
I nod and we immediately move. My men flank me at all sides. I stand between them and they usher me into the car.
You would think people would be scared to cross my path or anger the costellos but you would be surprised at the number of people who are foolish enough to try to overthrow us. They have tried severally and they have failed. You would think the rest would learn from their mistakes. They want to be the top dog, to be at the top of the food chain. They lose focus and get obsessed with the idea of taking what is not theirs to begin with and end up getting crushed.
We get to my father’s mansion and I am not surprised to see a lot of guards outside. A lot of important people are in there today. From people holding public offices to government workers. Those who have proven to be loyal over the years are called to join the table.
The guards nod in respect and move out of the way for us all to pass.
I walk up to the large study where my father holds his important meetings.
I walk inside and everybody stands up. As they ought to. I have earned that right and respect.
“Good day gentlemen and ladies.” I nod in greetings.
There are powerful women among us too albeit few.
I walk over to my seat at the head of the table right beside my father. My brothers both sit beside me and dad.
They both grin at me and I nod at them both.
I look at each face.
“shall we begin ?” I ask.
JULIA’S POV
“What do you want from me?” I ask the man that has been hounding me for my number since he came
inside and ordered a burger and a large coke.
“how can I help you?” I asks him.
Standing there exhausted in my apron has me losing my s**t. After a long day at school, running from one lecture hall to the other. There are times like this I question why I am even here, long way from home and struggling to survive, stressed out and working a job that doesn’t even pay enough to cover my amenities. And then there are times like this that make me so annoyed and tired I want to pull at my own hair.
“I was just asking for your number there was no need to be a b***h about it…. You should be grateful I was even asking, with how fat you are I am sure you hardly get asked out. You should be thanking me..” he says smugly with malice on his face.
I take a look at him from head to toe assessing him. He surely thinks highly of himself. His clean slicked back hair has so much hair product I can see how coated it is just from looking at it, I don’t need to run my hand through it to see how greasy it is. He is clean with his khakis shorts and polo shirt. I look at him and behind him to his two minions who are watching the whole interaction with wicked interest. They want to see their friend ‘put me in my place’ on a normal day I would not even want to deal with this type of bullshit, I’ll just get the manager and often times they are escorted off the premises.
Mrs Cheng does not take likely to anyone harassing her girls or workers as she says. She is a grandmother to all of us and she looks out to protect us, irrespective of the baggage you come with once you got under her wings she took care of you like you are hers.
I take a deep breathe and give him a bored look.
Him calling me fat is his way of trying to hit my self-esteem and make me fall over at his feet.
With that bored look on my face I tilt my head and stare him down.
“I am sure you get lots of women by calling them fat.” I look at him up and down and my eyes hold on his full belly.
“I would like to suggest out of concern as a waitress to the customer that you lay off the beer and pizza and hit the gym more because it isn’t doing you any good with that jiggly pouch you’ve got there.” I tell him point blank. A sweet satisfied smile pulls across my face.
I watch his face contort with shock, then disbelief and then rage.
His fist curl at his side and my smile further widens.
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