Chapter 8

Venessa's P.O.V

He dragged me out of the changing room and strode towards the front door of the diner.

As we reached the parking lot, I noticed that we were walking to the expensive-looking car that I saw earlier in the morning,

of course, I should've known, I thought to myself, mentally rolling my eyes.

All of a sudden, he stopped walking making me bump at his stone-like back.

"Ouchh" I whispered rubbing my forehead.

He turned to look at me and muttered a small sorry.

I glanced up to him seeing his face laced with concern. I didn't know mafia leaders say sorrys.

" What is it that you really want?," I asked him, slightly annoyed.

He sighed, as he rubbed his forehead. "Get in" he stated gesturing towards the car.

"Excuse me? kindly tell me one good reason, why on earth will I do that?" I responded to him raising my voice to let him know that I'm not someone he can just order around.

"I need a favour from you, rosa", he uttered, looking directly into my eyes as if he was trying to make me believe that he is not messing around but completely serious.

I stared back at his eyes, completely hypnotized by him.

" Uhhh, wh..what can you possibly want from me?" I found myself asking him.

" It's a long story, get inside the car so that I can explain it properly to you" he replied, opening the passenger door for me.

I looked up to him, hesitating whether or not to trust him.

I mean he's a complete stranger, what if he kills me and cuts my body into pieces?.

Don't be ridiculous sis, you're not that important and what will he get by doing that?, reasoned inner Venessa and for the first time, she's right.

Too caught up with my own thoughts, he suddenly spoke, reminding me that he was still in front of me.

"Don't worry Venessa, I won't kill you. Trust me", he replied with a pleading look in his eyes.

"But how did you know my name, I don't remember telling you?" I mumbled frowning at him but instead of answering my question, he just smirked and gestured towards the car, so I got in.

Once we were both inside, I didn't fail to notice how luxurious the car looks, almost making me feel that I don't belong sitting inside it.

He started the car and soon we were surrounded by an awkward silence.

"Let's get to the point shall we?", I stated, not capable of holding my tongue anymore as curiosity started to eat me up.

" You seem a little impatient, mia rosa" he replied with his lips slightly smiling.

" Why do you keep calling me that? I have a name, you know." I questioned, looking at his side view, fighting really hard not to drool.

" I know, but I want to," he responded, turning to his side to look at me.

After driving for thirty minutes, we stopped at a restaurant. Too fancy for my own liking, I must add, but it's not that I really have a choice.

Stepping inside, everyone in the room started to turn their head to look at us and I would be lying if I say that it's not making me uncomfortable at all. I really hate it when the attention is on me. So, I did what I thought was sensible; I hid behind his back thinking it can save me from the stares and glare that I'm receiving.

Once we got seated, I opened my mouth to ask him again, but he beat me to it. " I think we should order first then we'll talk" he says and starts to look at the menu. At this moment, I was starting to feel like he's intentionally trying to delay our talk as long as he possibly can.

Once we finally ordered, he looked at me intently making me blush harder than I ever did in my whole life. Why does he make me feel like this?, I find myself asking myself, crazy; I know.

As much as I like it when he looks at me like that, I need to know what he wants from me, so I cleared my throat loudly to catch his attention. He looked away and straightened his necktie and said something that almost gave a heart attack.

" Marry me, Venessa."

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