2: I met the devil.

 "You will travel to Italy, prepare yourself." my boss shocked me.

"What?"

"Richard Valentino is only here for 3 days. You have to go to Italy with him."

"My mission is in Italy? No one had told me this." I said.

"Is it necessary? If you can't handle it, I'll send another agent."

"No, no, I'll handle it, of course."

"I really hope you can do it. This man is really dangerous. Be careful." my boss looked at me seriously.

"I am. Always."

IN LAURA'S APARTMENT...

I packed my bags.

I was sure he would ask me to go with him to Italy.

Or at least I really hoped he would.

My boss told me I had to meet Richard Valentino tonight at The Sweet Liberty bar. So I prepared myself mentally and physically.

AT RICHARD VALENTINO'S MANSION IN MIAMI...

Richard p.o.v.

"I told you, Carla, it's all over between us. Stop exposing yourself and just leave."

'But darling, I love you, give me a chance.' she was so stubborn.

I hated it when girls did that.

I winked at one of my employees to get rid of her.

I used easy girls like her for personal pleasure, but some of them were thinking, we're in a relationship.

I used the girls for fun and I liked it that way. In a business like mine, there was no place for serious relationships.

After my employee kicked Carla out of my mansion, I told him:

"Tonight, I'm going to have some fun at my favorite bar in Miami: Sweet Liberty."

"Yes, boss." He said quickly.

AT LAURA’S APARTMENT....

I got ready.

I chose to wear a short black dress, but not too short. I had to intrigue him, not be another girl who he would want to put into his bed.

I would beat him in his own game. I had to go under his skin for 3 days. I had no more time.

IN SWEET LIBERTY’S BAR...

Laura's p.o.v.

I was looking everywhere. I knew how the stupid bastard Richard Valentino looked like. Another handsome scoundrel. A killer.

And then I saw him.

High.

Muscular.

Handsome man.

A killer.

He had tar-dark hair, which must have driven the girls crazy.

But not me.

His coal-black eyes looked at the bartender and told him something.

2 minutes later they brought him his order: Gin and Dubbonet. Specifically, served with a slice of lemon, two ice cubes and every last pip taken out.

He was my next victim.

He deserved to be in prison.

Beneath his beautiful appearance, he was a whole trash. 

I had to get his attention so I went to him and pretended to bump into him unintentionally, pouring his drink on him. 

He looked at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." I pretended.

"Be careful next time." he said with a sneer.

"Let me clean you up." I took a napkin and started rubbing his jacket.

"Is that your way to flirt with me? Quite worn out." he laughed.

"What?" I pretended to be angry. "I'm far from flirting with you, Mr. Someone. Sorry for being kind." I was about to leave when he said:

"Let me get you a drink."

Exactly according to the plan, baby.

"Oh.. you don't have to." I said, looking at him innocently.

"I want to." he looked at me with his stern eyes. "Are you coming because I will not repeat my invitation."

What a jerk.

I approached.

"I accept." I whispered in his ear.

"What are you want to drink?"

"Surprise me." I winked at him. "And hurry up, my time is important."

He was surprised. Apparently most of the women next to him are used to pleasing him, but I wasn't like them.

And that was exactly what intrigued him.

"Two martinis from the best you have." he told the bartender.

"Martini? You bet on the classic."

"The classic is best, isn't it?" he looked at me.

"I agree, Mr. Someone." I smiled.

I hated pretending to be nice when I wanted to smash his face right now.

"My name is Richard. Richard Valentino. Won't you tell me your name?"

I smiled.

"Not yet, Richie."

I surprised him again.

"I definitely haven't seen a woman like you." he said.

"Are you telling this to the all other women?" I laughed.

And he laughed, too.

"It's my first time. I've never met a woman like you before."

"Independent?" I asked him.

"Intriguing." he smirked.

"So you only know boring women, Richard Valentino." I looked him straight in the tar-dark eyes.

"It seems so." he inspected the dance floor. "Will you give me a dance?" he held out his hand to me.

"Are you going to show off your dance skills?" I laughed.

Things were going pretty well.

RICHARD VALENTINO P.O.V.

This woman was different from anyone I had ever met. She didn't beg me to make her my own as soon as she saw me.

I liked that.

I loved women who was difficult.

I should have had this woman.

For one night, of course.

She looked like my female version. Dark hair and dark eyes.

Beautiful.

Hot.

Unpredictable.

LAURA P.O.V. 

He led me to the dance floor and grabbed me with his big male hands.

He put one of his hands on my shoulder and the other on my waist, pulling me closer to himself.

"Don't be so fast, lover." I whispered to him.

"Sometimes it's nice to be fast."

He was speaking in my ear and was coming closer and closer with each word.

I could feel his masculine expensive perfume all over my body.

He wanted me to feel it. He wanted me to know what I would miss if I didn't take advantage.

I decided to act fast.

"Well ... I enjoyed this night, Richie. But I'm leaving now." I looked him in the eyes.

"Isn't it too early?" he looked at his watch. "It's only midnight. Are you Cinderella?"

"Perhaps." I winked at him.

"You know what... do you want to go out with me? For example tomorrow?" he asked me quickly.

"Um ... I'll think about it." I said and smirked.

"You didn't tell me your name." he shouted.

"Laura. Just Laura… for now." I winked at him and left.