Stefano’s pov

I smiled darkly when I saw her bodyguard drive her out of her father's mansion to the club as usual.

I imagined how boring it would be to be her bodyguard.

All she ever did was to go clubbing , shopping and to brunch with friends.

I'd been following Tiffany for close to a week now, and not even the bodyguard was aware,

I couldn’t blame him though. I had years of training in this.

I followed the car carefully and patiently, making sure to keep a bit of a distance to avoid being noticed.

Today was the final day the boss had given me to get the girl. I didn’t know what he wanted and I honestly didn’t care.

This was a job to me, nothing more.

The Don’s orders were to kidnap her and keep her locked up in one of the Mafia safe houses till he gave me further instructions.

I pulled my car over a short distance away when I saw that they had stopped.

I watched from across the club parking lot as the bodyguard stepped out and opened her door for her, she stepped out after a while.

I couldn’t hear their conversation from over here, but I was oddly curious about it.

I brushed my curiosity away in favor of staring at Tiffany.

The first thing I had thought when I had seen her picture was how stunning she was. It turned out that the pictures didn’t do her justice.

Long brown hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, the white dress clinging to her figure. She was the very picture of a siren, and she knew it.

With the way men flicked around her and openly drooled over her, there was no way she didn’t know how fucking appealing she was.

I relaxed my jaw when I noticed I had been grinding my teeth.

Something about other men even looking at her made me irrationally angry.

I watched her walk into the club in that slow, seductive stride that she had perfected. I revised my earlier thought about how boring being her bodyguard would be. The view he got to watch every day was definitely worth it.

I followed them into the club, pulling my hat over my head to hide my face. My plan was to wait for either of them to use the bathroom, preferably Tiffany, so I could grab her and get us out through the back alley exit.

I took a seat on the furthest part of the bar, making sure I was hidden by shadows. I dug out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, lighting one up as I bided my time.

I almost fucked up the whole mission when some asshole pulled her out to the dance floor and put his filthy hands all over her. I was very close to going out there and starting a fight.

A glance at the bodyguard revealed a look of pain and jealousy as he watched his charge with someone else.

"Bravissimo.” I whispered. Good for the girl. It was obvious she had feelings for the guard and she was actively trying to elicit a reaction from him.

I blew out smoke as I watched the drama unfold.

The bartender slid a glass of whiskey towards me with a salacious wink. I smirked at her and looked away.

I unfortunately wasn’t interested in her, Tiffany and her bodyguard holding my entire interest at the moment. I left the drink untouched as I watched Tiffany walk up to her bodyguard, who had some girl hanging off his arms, with her eyes filled with murderous rage.

I grinned when Tiffany staked her claim over the bodyguard and sent the intruder stomping away.

Good girl.

They walked out together shortly after and I followed after them. I had a small window of opportunity to grab the girl. It was now or never. It seemed I’d have no choice but to knock the bodyguard out and take her.

I was surprised when I walked out and saw them kissing. On closer inspection, Tiffany was the one doing the kissing because a second later, Mark peeled her away from his body.

I saw a lot of emotions in his eyes, they were fucking clear. I knew that he was holding onto his control by a thread. This was the best time to make my move, now that they were distracted.

I moved closer to them with the intention when Tiffany suddenly spun around and ran off. I melted back into the shadows to avoid discovery as she ran past me.

Perfect.

My smile was wide and satisfied as I went after her. I had been angry when I had seen her eyes shimmering with tears as she stared up at the bodyguard. I had the urge to go out there and hit him for making her cry. I was surprised at my own emotions, I mentally reminded myself that she was just a job. She was none of my business.

They were none of my business.

"Bravissimo, I just hope that stronzo won't go after her." I muttered to myself as I followed after her.

I found it hard to believe that they had made my job so much easier. I would have loved to bash the bodyguard’s head against the nearest surface, but the Don’s orders had been minimal violence. He had specified that I shouldn’t use violence at all if possible. The intention was to make it look like she had run away, I guessed.

I saw her sitting on the dirty alley floor, knees pulled up to her chest, heart wrenching sobs racking her small body. I knew I was a monster at that moment when all I could think about was how the position she was in had caused her dress to ride up, exposing the light pink panties she had on.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard her burst into more tears, I brought out the injection and handkerchief in my pocket. Pouring the contents of the bottle into the fabric, I approached her silently.

"Mark, just let me be," I grinned. She was in for a surprise.

When I was close enough, I tapped her shoulder. As soon as she raised her head to look at me, I covered her nose with the handkerchief.

She tried to struggle of course, but I held the cloth over her nose till she went limp in my arms. Then, I lifted her, bridal style and carried her back to my black Jaguar.

I dropped her in the back seat and looked over at her bodyguard who was still sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, face etched with misery.

I was tempted to reveal myself to him, but on second thought, I got into the car and burned rubber out of the parking lot.

By the time Mark noticed that Tiffany was missing, we’d be long gone.