Dangerous Possession

Chapter 5

Jaxon

As I drive through the busy streets of Chicago, the rain slamming against the car window, I notice that Noah Bianchi is restless. His gaze is focused on the car window, it seems that he is watching the buildings pass before his eyes but I know that it is not so. Her legs move nervously up and down, her body exudes great tension.

I'm nervous too, but for totally different reasons. That evening everything would change.

That evening finally, after twelve long years, I would begin my plan, the climb to my goal was so short that I could already taste the taste of revenge on my lips. The only problem would always and only be Mia Bianchi.

That spoiled little girl would have been a huge cat to peel, but I would never let her vices jeopardize my goal.

I look through the rearview mirror at Noah Bianchi, his gaze lost in space, his face turned towards the tinted window. At first glance he might seem absorbed in watching the buildings of the city pass in front of his eyes, but I know that he is reflecting on what would happen shortly thereafter.

The Bianchi family was a family full of values, they hardly went against one of them, and the fact that he had decided to exploit his younger sister, the princess of the house, for his own purposes said a lot about him, about how different he was from his father.

"Is everything ok boss?" I ask in a flat tone. He looks away from the window and meets mine through the mirror.

"Well" he replies simply, "Are you ready for tonight?" he asks me to reject.

Your question catches me off guard and I find myself frowning, why did you ask me? Noah Bianchi's eyes point to something, they send me a message that I can't decipher at the moment, as if he knew something I didn't know at all.

Next to me, Giovanni stiffens and slows down the car: "We've arrived," he says, stopping completely.

I take a deep breath and open the door, ready to face the moment of truth. From tonight onwards everything will change.

*******

The private room of the restaurant that belongs to the Bianchi family, has a gloomy air, the black velvet curtains are drawn to cover the window doors that open onto the restaurant room, the golden bolts sparkle, a crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, the only source of light in the whole room.

Noah Bianchi is seated at the head of the huge black marble table with golden veins, right in the center above it hangs the candelabra that was reflected on the shiny surface of the table.

In his black suit, unkempt hair and serious air, Noah stares straight ahead, his eyes focused on the glass door covered with two red velvet drapes that covered the view from outside. Silence reigns in the room, broken only by the sound of Noah Bianchi's fingers tapping on the table nervously.

On the other hand, I feel a vice tightening my stomach with anxiety but I try not to let it be noticed, despite my gaze constantly flickering at the door, waiting for Philip to enter.

The silence is broken by the sudden lowering of the handle. I stand at attention and stare at the door open, a guard keeps it open while he steps aside to let Philip pass.

He wears a pinstripe suit, his graying hair is finely combed and pulled back, a light layer of beard covers his powerful jawline. His clear eyes scan the room, checking the presence of the guards who besides me is represented only by Giovanni.

He is careful not to meet my gaze as he lays his eyes on Noah who does not move from his position, he remains stoic observing the man who has just entered the room.

"Welcome" he says in Italian, pointing with his eyes to the chair at the head of the table.

Philip grins but stands, resting his hands on the back of his chair.

Noah sighs and rests his elbows on the table, crossing his arms in front of his face, tilts his head to the side, then shifts his gaze to me, looking at me with a gaze full of awareness.

"We can also end the games, Jaxon Vance," he says suddenly, and I arch my eyebrows. "Take your seat and let's talk business," he adds.

I smile, aware that I have bet on the right horse, I put my hands in my pockets and move, my steps are slow and sure, as I go around the table and reach Philip who moves my chair back and lets me sit down, right in front of Noah.

"When did you understand it?" I ask him, I don't need to know how, I know that the only one who could have understood who I was would have been him. In this time spent in close contact with him I have learned to know him, to understand every little facet of his character, of his mind that seems to be more and more akin to mine.

It's one of the reasons I chose him, but it gives me the impression that he also chose me, especially for this moment.

"As soon as I took my seat," he says with a satisfied smile.

I'm impressed, I expected him to understand it, but I didn't expect it so quickly.

"If you hadn't noticed your intentions right away, you wouldn't have gotten this far, you would have taken a bullet in the forehead" he continues seriously

"And why didn't you do it?" I ask him arching an eyebrow.

Ever since I entered this world, making my way under the table, hidden from everyone and everyone, I had always predicted the fact that I could be discovered, families are extremely strict, and they don't ask questions, first they act and then they ask. I knew right away that if I made even one false step I would find myself with a bullet in my head, for this reason I planned my every single move, I walked on the razor's edge right away, paying attention to my every move, word, action. All.

"Because I saw the potential. I'm not a stupid Jaxon, and I know for a fact that neither are you. I've been keeping an eye on you"

"You studied me" I counter and he smiles.

"Otherwise I wouldn't be here to give you the opportunity to speak, much less put my sister at risk" he comments

"That's why she thinks about it on her own" I let slip and then immediately regret it given the look that Noah throws at me.

"I can't argue, which makes me ask an important question," he says, resting his elbows on the table and looking me straight in the eye.

I place my back on the chair and one elbow on the armrest, in a relaxed position, because I really was, until that moment I had not realized how nervous I was for the position I had put myself in, but now that I had come out into the open, I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

"Why Mia?" he asks seriously "Knowing her, only a fool would want to have anything to do with her" he adds.

I sigh and shake my head "Mia is the means to get what I want, that's all" I admit returning his talkative look.

"And why should I give you my sister, my only sister, knowing that you are not really interested in her?"

"Because I can protect her better than you. I have no enemies around me who can put her at risk and I am not afraid to put her in line" I say.

Noah looks at me, his face a mask devoid of emotions. I know that despite everything he loves Mia, that he is worried about her and her safety, even if he is for days with her, he would never want to put her in danger.

"I would never allow myself to hurt her, you can be sure of that" I say trying to reassure him "I'm not that kind of man. I grew up watching my parents' wedding, albeit for a short time, my father always taught me to behave like a man and my mother with women."

"If it were to drive you crazy? Because you can be sure that he will" says Noah.

"He would still be safer with me than with the Germans"

He raises an eyebrow, surprised and I don't show my triumph.

"You know it was them" is not a question

"It took me a long time to get into the loop, but once I did I didn't waste time understanding all the movements of everyone" I say seriously.

"You mean you spy on them"

"If I hadn't done that, Mia wouldn't be home for a long time," I say.

Apart from the ability to get into trouble all the time, Mia had been targeted by someone, she had the ability to attract the attention of men without doing anything, the Germans wanted her and not only for a possible alliance with the Whites, but they wanted her.

"What do you know?" he asks suddenly.

I sigh and rest my elbows on the table "Hans Fischer has set his eyes on you" I say.

Noah raises an eyebrow "The head of the family?" he asks in surprise and I nod.

"He has had his eyes on her since before the gala, at one of the dinners we had here." I point with my head to the restaurant that stands out outside the private room "She didn't provoke him, she didn't talk to him in the slightest, but I saw how she looked at her, I saw the way she observed her every move."

"For once," Noah comments and I smile.

"The guy who drugged his drink at the gala? He was one of the Fischers' men. He had killed the boy who ran the bar and had taken his place. As soon as she arrived Mia drugged the drink. Fischer's men were ready to take it at that exact moment, they were scattered around there"

Noah stares at me, but I see his mind swirling with the memory of that evening. Not that he was very present; he was much more busy with his sentimental problems than realizing what was around him.

"Hans Fischer is a manipulator, I wouldn't want a man like that even as an ally" says Noah after a moment "My father insisted on doing business with him, but I always suspected his loyalty. He's the typical man who shakes hands while hiding a dagger behind his back. I know exactly what he does to the women in his house, or his family" he says. I see him shiver "I have enough problems with the Terekovs and the Mexicans, I can't take care of the Germans too, let alone Mia" he admits after a moment and his blue eyes, who were immediately saddened.

I could see the uncertainty in his eyes, I knew perfectly well what was going on in his head, he was still giving his sister to what was a stranger to him, even if he needed this alliance as much as I did. He was hesitant and could only understand it.

He remains silent for a time that seems almost endless, his eyes are focused on mine, before he lets himself go to a sigh "I have my conditions" he says.

I would like to let go of a sigh of relief, but I don't.