Viso let out a deep irritating sigh. "Did you call me here to see you pacing around your office, enraged?" He asked Evan who had been shooting colourful curses about some whore from the last one hour. Evan stopped pacing and faced Viso before giving him a hard glare. "No, I called you here to show you this new bitch of a club and to meet the few Greeks. But that's gone now. I don't care about my Bitches anymore. I care about only one BITCH and I swear to my IDEAL that I am going to rip that BITCH apart. I am going to ruin her!" Evan's eyes were hard as he vowed to destroy Her.Viso frowned, He had no idea what Bitch he was talking about. He had never seen Evan like this before except for one time and Viso would never want His Homie to go through that time again. And If He was swearing to his Ideal it means it was something serious. He got to his feet and walked to Evan whose eyes were murderous, nose flaring up and lips were pressed in a tight line. But the thing that startled Vi
"Capo I…" Titus started but the look Viso gave, made him shut his mouth into a thin line. Viso was not going to give Liam an easy death but a painful one. But before that, He was going to give him a brutally painful life!As Viso reached the small apartmental house, his face scrunched into utter disgust. He couldn't believe that She could fuck a degraded scum but not him. Bruised Ego! That's what He was feeling at this moment. Adrenaline was running wildly in His blood when He rang the bell and started counting seconds. Exactly after eleven seconds, the door finally opened and a brunette peeked at him behind the door, her brows pulled into a frown as she stared at Him. "Who are you and what do you want?" she snapped at Viso,who was looking like a rugged goon at that time. Viso looked at the girl, tilting his head slightly. No doubt she was beautiful with her hazel brown eyes and full lips. But she sounded too bitchy and confident for Viso's taste. Not that He was looking for His In
Helena pulled Isabel into the kitchen and sighed deeply. “What kind of your Boss is he?” She asked curtly.Isabel blinked in response. “What do you mean? He is.. good boss!” Helena inhaled deeply again and nodded. It seemed like Her friend didn't get the question she asked. “But I don't like him.” Helena declared, making Isabel sigh. “Leena, you are overthinking. He is not bad, it's just he is quite different while talking about his views and demands, nothing else. Don't worry, you met him for the first time, that's why you are overthinking about his demeanour. I assure you…”“Isa, listen to me very well.” Helena interrupted her and held her shoulders. Her face held utmost seriousness. “I don't like this boss of yours even a little bit. And there is a reason. Did you see his vicious eyes, his twisted stare at you, I can clearly see the ugly intention behind them. I don't understand how you stuck with him? He practically barged in my house saying ‘I want Isabel’ without any manners.
"Is he still angry?" Isabel asked Helena over the phone. Liam was not happy when she informed them that she was leaving because she had an urgent meeting with Lucia in an hour and Viso too had a meeting. Isabel was still baffled over the fact that she had lied not once but many times to Helena in a single day. She kept apologising to God for the sins she kept performing to save her friend and her son."He is but I will talk to him don't worry," Helena said while Isabel closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She knew what was coming and she was right when Helena's next words were exactly what she had been thinking. "Isa. I know I am repeating it but I don't trust your Boss at all. And I am saying this because I noticed your attraction to him as well. Please don't be fooled by some fake promises and let him take your advantage. Everything looks too sweet and pleasing in the beginning.""Leena. Please don't think too much about it. There is nothing between me and Mr D'Angelo. And th
Evan looked at his Compagno with inquisitive eyes. "I hate Rome!" Viso sneered, taking another gulp of liquor from his whiskey glass. "This place is horrid. Can you fucking believe She rejected me, straight to my face. That fucking…"He stopped and gulped down the whole glass of whiskey in one go as He couldn't bring himself to say anything nasty against Isabel. Evan could read Viso like an open book. This madness was more than lust. But what was it? Obsession? Yes, it was that. What else could it be?"It's all because of that Little Moth. She filled Isabel's mind against me!" Viso fumed before He grabbed the bottle, once again filled his glass with the whiskey. "Moth?" Evan asked Viso, squinting his eyes. "What Moth?”Viso looked at Evan, "Her friend. The Bitch and that Ugly potato. I wanted to kill her then and there and I would have only if she didn't have that…" Viso couldn't bring himself to talk about Liam as an Infuriating energy hugged his body imagining those two criminals
"What happened to your hand?" Isabel asked when she saw Viso sitting in the living area with a first aid box open in front of him and trying to clean his wounded, bloodied wrist and hand. Viso clenched his jaws tightly as He recalled how she rejected Him. How she insulted him. But then He reminded himself that He needed Her to pity Him. Her pity was the way to his success.His Bonker mind gave him a disapproving look. But He overlooked it and focused on Isabel. Pity, I need her Pity, He told himself again before meeting her worried eyes. "Nothing for you to worry about, Isabel. But I want you to pack your luggage. We are leaving first thing in the morning, tomorrow," He told her curtly. Isabel blinked. "But why Mr D'Angelo?"Viso gave her a sharp look and pointed at his injury. "Because I don't want you to be harmed," Viso was not lying about her safety, Sandro could try to attack Him again. Although He loved this thrill and He can continue it in his city. But He wouldn't allow any
"Sandro, You disappointed me greatly, yesterday," Viso said as He watched the empty dark road from the window of his car. The whole area looked haunted except for the small abandoned warehouse which now was an interrogation area of Sandro Moretti. “No, Viso! my men disappointed me greatly, it's good that you already killed them or I would have to dirty my hands with their blood," Sandro hissed from the other end of the phone as he grabbed the jaws of the man he was torturing for sliding money from his club. Viso shook his head, the empty dark road was something He didn't like. He was thinking about changing it. The road was too barren for his taste, it was in urgent need of some lightning. "Then you should thank me for saving you all the trouble. Sandro."Sandro scoffed at hearing it. But his eyes were on the man in front of him. Crying and begging for his life. "I will pay back. Just don't kill me, I will pay you back." Viso was listening to
Isabel smiled as she checked the freshly tailored suits. Rita, the seamstress, had done justice to Isabel's designs. "I knew that you were the perfect choice for this job, Rita. They are perfect," Isabel praised Rita for her work who was packing the suits neatly in their covers. "The other designs and material you sent, they will be ready in three to four days," Rita informed her before handing the suits to Isabel. For a moment her eyes went to the man standing behind her, "Isa," she said, gesturing to her to come near.Isabel frowned and neared her, "What?”"Who is this man behind you?" Rita asked in a whisper and Isabel pursed her lips as she glanced at the six feet beast standing behind her. She didn't know how to answer Rita, she couldn't say that Titus was her bodyguard. Rita knew Isabel for a while now and she knew some things about her. Telling her that would open the dam of questions and Isabel was not ready to answer them. She was lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear