Chapter 2

Alessia with no destination in mind, decided to head to the club where Grace worked. At this point, she needed all the help she could get. Her nanny job barely gave her enough money to even think of saving.

The only person who could lend her a hand right now was Grace. Without a phone, the only choice was to pay her a visit to her workplace. She found herself standing in front of the massive building, "Devil's Den," its name etched boldly as the bright lights bathed the area.

She dragged in deep ragged breaths from running a lot and made her way into the place. Her clothes were in order, but she was barefooted and her red hair was messy.

The guards at the entrance stared at her for a brief second as she walked past them into the place.

They didn't say or do anything to stop her. The place was open to anyone who wanted their souls tainted. If someone chooses Hell instead of Heaven, not even God would intervene as he would just sit still while watching the poor deluded soul. So, who were they to try and stop her?

Alessia strutted forward into the busy place filled with noises from drunk men who watched the strippers on stage. She glanced around in search of Grace, completely forgetting that Grace stayed at the counter.

Because of the way she was dressed, some men couldn't stop ogling her body. Some had lust written all over their faces as they watched her stroll further in and towards the counter this time.

She pushed through the busy crowd and successfully made her way to the counter.

Instead of Grace, someone else was occupying the counter area. A frown appeared on her face as she watched the newbie.

"Hello, welcome to Devil's Den, what would you like to have?" The person said first with a small smile as he watched her.

Alessia blinked and shook her head, telling him she wanted nothing.

"Where is Grace? Grace Franco." She asked instead. The man's lips formed an O as he realized she wasn't there for a drink.

"Gracino was shifted to Devil's Den branch 2 at Big City Sicily." His accent was super thick, but not so difficult for Alessia to understand.

"Oh..." She drawled as she realized that Grace left without informing her. She clenched her fist in annoyance, cursing the girl in her heart for being that wicked.

Everything seemed to have been going wrong for her today. First, her jerk of an uncle was actually perverted, and then Grace decided to leave without informing her.

Out of annoyance, she glanced at the bartender again, flipping her red hair to the back as she dragged in a deep breath.

"Give me all of your strongest drink." She said with uttermost confidence, knowing fully she came without money.

The Bartender's eyes lit up as this was the opportunity he had been waiting for. He nodded his head and ran off to do as she requested. Even though she didn't want to resort to drinking, she needed to forget what just happened.

The bartender returned in no time and served her almost one of every lady's soft drinks before the hard ones.

Without wasting time, she latched herself onto the stool and began gulping down the contents in the shots.

Being a newbie to these things, she sipped at first, then gulped down the rest.

The bartender moved from where he stood watching her and went to attend to others at the other end.

Alessia didn't care about anything anymore as she made up her mind to drown her sorrows with the drinks.

All the while she sat there drinking and sipping, doing everything she could to avoid the burning sensation that assaulted her each time she gulped the content down, she didn't notice a figure sitting beside her as he sipped his wine casually.

Alessia imagined the drink to be Simone's blood and she chucked it down at once.

"Zio, I hope you die." She muttered and gulped another down. In no time, she finished up the bottle of drinks the bartender had brought her and felt light-headed.

The drinks' effect kicked in as she burped softly.

Just then, she finally realized that someone was watching her. The hairs on her body stood up as she slowly but dramatically turned her head to the side.

She locked eyes with a mesmerizing pair of gray orbs, which gazed back at her with a hint of amusement on his face. His appearance could rival even the gods of Calabria, and he effortlessly commanded the color black. It was as if he was born to wear it, or maybe black was created exclusively for him.

His veiny hands were holding onto the glass in his hand as a dirty image of him wrapping those hands around her neck while fucking the living daylight out of her, flashed in her mind.

She couldn't help but shiver, shaking her head to banish that disturbing thought from her mind. This guy staring back at her was absolutely stunning, and any woman who had his children would be incredibly fortunate.

For example, her eggs were already crying in anticipation!

A thought crossed her mind as she held his gaze with hers, not even knowing where the confidence came from. She really needed to drink more often to get this kind of wit.

The man was a dangerous man, no doubt, but surprisingly, she wasn't afraid of him.

The image of her uncle trying to take advantage of her flashed in her hazy mind again, but this time, something funny followed.

Instead of her uncle, the image was replaced with the man sitting before her.

She blinked in shock and averted her gaze instantly. Was this a sign? A sign for her to ask the man out even if she was only meeting him for the first time?

"Hello, Handsome." A woman from nowhere came forward to the man who still had his eyes fixed on her. The woman boldly trailed her hand along his white dress shirt as she leaned in to whisper something to him.

For some odd reason, Alessia felt anger bubble up in her as she glared at the hand that was touching the godly-looking man.

"Do you mind a one-night thing with me?"

"No, he is already taken!" Alessia suddenly voiced out, surprising both herself and the man. She climbed off the stool and walked forward to the woman.

"Missy, hands off, he is already taken for the night. Right?" She asked and turned to him for an answer.

He still had an amused smile on his face as he nodded.

"Right." His voice was surprisingly deeper than she expected. Alessia in her drunken state watched as the woman huffed and walked out while murmuring curse words at Alessia.

Alessia turned to the man who she had successfully won over and without shying away, plus with the help of the alcohol, leaned in to whisper something to him.

"Mr... You smell so nice, I want you to fuck me."