She's My Next Target.

*Vincenzo Ace* 

“You know—” He cleared his throat and continued speaking, “we can combine our shares to take the control away from him.” 

Sitting at the corner of the room, I drummed my finger on the wooden armrest wondering how in the world they could come up with such a lame idea, thinking they could trick me into giving away my shares. 

They could already sense the tense atmosphere—they knew I wasn't falling for their tricks, yet, their ego wouldn't let them accept defeat until they had a knife cutting through their fingers and digging deep right into their throats. 

In my presence, these fucked up men won't walk out here alive—it was what I was best known for—killing, murdering, torturing, and breaking every bone in anybody that becomes a barrier in my way. I'd only get all the satisfaction I want after I have done that to these two pot-bellied idiots. 

I raised my head to look at them and I saw the man sitting beside the obvious masterpiece of the whole plan, almost shivering in fear. His hands were so fast to be sure he still had his gun with him. 

Even though he tried to hide it with his suit jacket, I could see two guns protruding out of the waistband of his suit trousers. 

I knew he tried—I had realized the moment I walked into this room that he was trying with all his might to hide his fear, but his fear was so evident to me like an open book and I loved that. Men biting fearfully on their fingertips was what I yearned for. 

They knew who they were dealing with, so they'd come prepared too. Unfortunately, they didn't do deep research about me. My thoughts at this point were far from what they could expect. 

I leaned forward in my seat—it was the slightest of all moments but I saw the man re-adjusted in his seat. Shifting to a position where he could easily pull out his gun. 

“I thought this was about business,” I began speaking as I watched the two men have a conversation with their eyes until it finally settled on me. The idiot laughed and stared at my men who were standing behind me. 

“I was also wondering. Why do you have to bring your men with you?” He continued with sarcasm—which I knew was supposed to be a joke, “They give me goosebumps.” 

I threw him a quick smirk and I was hoping he had grabbed onto that. At least, he should be lucky enough to sense the danger I had in store for him before it hit him so unexpectedly. 

Hence, he continued speaking, “Same way you give me goosebumps.” 

Finally, he got the message. As far as I was concerned, I wasn't talking business with them. But since he has gotten my message, then it was the perfect time to get down to 'my business.' 

“Ignore them. Those are my men and it's their duty to make sure I am safe. We should talk about 'you' coming here with a gun, whereas, I trusted you enough not to come with any. Would you mind setting them aside so I can feel at ease? I am sincerely considering giving you my shares—” 

“Yeah, sure, sure. Anything. You can have it.” 

As expected, he fell for it. 

The thought of having the power to rule. The thought that he could trick me, had made him care less about his life—had made him thoughtless. At this point, he must be missing a few brain cells, believing that I'd have no gun. Even with the number of guns I had on me, I bet the numbers would increase any moment from now. 

But the man close to him was skeptical about dropping his guns. Probably, he was the only one who'd made proper research about my reputation. He knew the moment things got ugly, he could grab onto the gun as his only hope and defense. But who was he kidding? Even with that gun in his hand, I could still plug out his heart. But I wanted them to realize how stupid they were while dealing with them.

He leaned forward and whispered some certain words to the idiot who only shook his head. Probably, giving him some reassurance that I was to be trusted, and to get something from me, they had to prove a point. He needed power too, so he had to oblige. They both knew they were lying to themselves, but they didn't have a choice. 

He and the idiot dropped their guns on the floor. In total, there were five guns. The idiot had three and the other had brought two. But, I wasn't falling for it. 

I raised a finger from my seat—a little indication but my men understood. Two of my men walked over to them and picked up the guns. And once they were reaching to carry out a proper search on their body, the other man leaned back in his seat. He tilted his head towards me expecting me to either stop my men or explain. 

“It's nothing to be worried about. You know, I need to be sure I am safe to give you my shares.” 

Even though the words I'd just spoken didn't make any sense, he didn't have the time to think it through with two tall and shadowy figures standing in front of him. He nodded his head—as if understanding what I knew he never understood, before he bent down, rolled up the down of his pants, and pulled out a little pistol he had slid into his stockings. Okay, one smart move we have here. 

He gave the gun to my men and once I was satisfied they had nothing on them, I began speaking, “So, your names are?” 

The obvious master–planner had hurriedly answered. He was too dumb for my liking. He could already sense danger. He could see the dangers, yet, he continued acting dumb. Obviously, their motto would be:

“No matter what, act dumb and honest to earn his trust.” 

Dumb fools!

“I am Alessandro Russo and he is,” he placed his hand on the shoulder of the man sitting beside him, “Ricci Esposito.” 

I nodded my head as my men handed their guns to me. I could feel their gaze dropping as they watched intently the gun sitting on my thigh. When I looked at them, it was obvious Alessandro just realized the implication of his ignorance—the repercussions of it. 

I could feel his gaze getting heavier as he watched me pick up one of the guns which I was sure belonged to him. I slid a finger in the trigger hole as I spun it around my finger. 

“Earlier, you mentioned, 'with our shares combined,' by that, you mean—?” I raised a brow expecting him to continue, but he seemed to be caught up in freight realizing that the danger he thought he could ignore was becoming unignorable and he had nothing as a defense. 

But wanting to hide his fear so, maybe, he won't get suspicious, he snapped out of his freight and then smiled—the smile not reaching his eyes, “You see, you can transfer your shares to me, and with my share combined, we can get Di Benedetto out of control. Once he is out of control, we both can rule over the border of Italy—we both can rule Italy and this—city.” 

I already rule this city and I cared less about the fucking border of Italy, so what the fuck is this bitch saying? Get my shares so, once he is in power, he kicks me to the bottom in their stupid cooperation and never returns my shares? Such a lame trick coming from a lame head. 

The only thing I was grateful to these men for, was that they'd made me see her. They had made me step out of my office and I'd met her standing right in front of my club staring at it as if it was her last hope, yet, so fearful that her last hope could get her in deep shit. 

My club wasn't what she wanted but she had no choice either way. She didn't look like the type who would willingly walk to my club.

I'd read her like an open book and because I got so intrigued by her, I'd made use of the next five minutes sitting in my car while watching her pacing about at the entrance, and slowly, she was already crawling through my thoughts and clouding my head, and I'd subconsciously imagined all the positions I'd love to have her. 

She was the perfect example of what I wanted to fuck, which meant, she was my next target. 

She didn't see me, because she had her back facing me. And as I usually do, I never walk out through the front door. And even if I'd walked out through the front door and passed by her, I bet she wouldn't notice me because she was so lost, deep in thoughts—deep in her regrets. 

She stood there, staring at the club with fear in her eyes, for maybe, the fear for me and the reputation I have labeled the club with. 

It wasn't something new and it wasn't the type of fear I'd seen for the first time, just like these idiots trying to bury their fear deep into their itching throats that I will be slicing soon. 

But I'd found her interesting even though she was putting on a dress I least expected from someone who wants to apply to my club. I knew instantly that she wasn't getting the job in that dress especially when my bartender was in charge of giving out employment. So, I thought of working my way through for her, so we could meet again. 

She might be scared of the club or the reputation I had labeled the club with, either way, the whole point was that she was scared of me. But I have gotten my eyes on her, I have taken notice of her and found her interesting, so I wasn't letting her go easily. 

But for now, I need to deal with these men. 

I threw five of the guns at my men and held one in my hand. I unclipped the magazine and it was a full chamber. Obviously, they had come prepared, but unfortunately, they were quite dull so they didn't have the chance to make use of it. 

I took a threatening step towards them as I spoke, “So, you called me here, for this?” 

“I promise—it is something profitable if yo—you think deeply about it.” 

I watched Alessandro as he began to stutter fearfully. Ricci had turned pale already, and at this point, he didn't even make an effort to hide his fear. 

I nodded my head as I turned to my men, “Tie them down—” Rucci didn't almost let me finish before attempting to run, but immediately as he stood up, I shot him right in his leg as he fell back on his seat groaning in pain. 

“Can you please—let me go? He caused all this—he convinced me. It wasn't my intention to be in his stupid plans. I have a wife and a son that needs me. I swear, I will do anything if you let me go. Anything at all.” Rucci began pleading immediately, his words punctuated by sobs. 

He was already begging, and I got even angrier. Alessandro didn't make the decision for him, he decided to be part of his stupid plans. 

It was all about making decisions and this dumbhead thinks I would let go of him because he had a family? I had no family, which meant I didn't know what it feels like to lose a loved one. Either way, I'd never felt loved. 

His only excuse wasn't even an excuse to me. 

I will have a lot of fun murdering these people but today was different. The thought of murdering these men pleased me, but the thought of seeing her again, suddenly strikes my thoughts and it was the only thing I could think of. Concentration was what I'd lost at this moment—which was weird. It was something new. 

“I can let you go on one condition. Here—” I pulled out a knife from my pants pocket and stabbed it in his thigh. As I twisted the handle so it could dig deep into his flesh, a smile tugged at the corner of my lips as his blood rolled down his leg and his pleading screams filled my ears. 

“cut off his fingers while my men cut yours. If you both can survive, then you are free to go.” 

This was something I'd always done. Sit, and have fun watching the men torture themselves before I do. Just as planned, everything was going fine until— 

Dammit, I haven't called the bartender to get her employed. 

“There is no point in living then. Please—” 

Alessandro's pleading had gone past me in waves. As much as I wanted to watch the fun, something else needed to be done too. 

I didn't realize how much she had gotten my attention and had rented a place in my head while clouding my thoughts until this moment. Until now that I was willing to put a stop to the fun I would be getting just to make sure I will see her again.

When it comes to the fun of torturing, nothing could stop me. Absolutely nothing could get my attention away from it. But a little girl I'd just met about fifteen minutes ago just did. 

“If they can't, get them locked up. I will deal with them when I'm back.” I had instructed my men who stood behind Alessandro and Ricci, gripping onto their shoulders to keep them in place even after they had tied them up. They just wouldn't stay still. 

Again, they continued pleading even as I turned my back on them and walked out of the room. Immediately I stepped out, I'd put a call through to my bartender.

“The girl in a long sleeve shirt and wide pant set, get her employed. I will kill you if I don't see her when I get back.” I warned and hung up.

I should have done this earlier, but I'd totally forgotten because of those men who did nothing but waste my time. 

Since I was sure she would be getting employed, a smirk formed on my lips knowing fully well that I would be meeting her again.