Disaster

~ Alessandro ~

The next morning. I had to return to work. I marched to her bedroom door, expecting it to be locked, expecting another defiance. It was. 

But I had the master key.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to me, her shoulders stiff. "Go get Maze," she said. "She can do anything after all."

My jaw tightened. "Don't tell me you're jealous, Seraphina." I shot back.

"Fuck, never!" she barked, turning to face me, her eyes flashing, but I saw the tell-tale tightness around her mouth. She was. And the knowledge twisted something in my gut, a perverse satisfaction.

"Well, I'm going out," I stated, ignoring her lie. "My men will deliver a truckload of clothing to you. Tonight, I have a party in one of my clubs, and you'll be there with me. They'll bring you." I turned, leaving no room for argument, the scent of her anger clinging to the air. 

***

After the daily drill, I returned to the T-Point Club for the party. The club pulsed with the heavy beat of electronic music, a chaotic symphony of bodies and flashing lights.

I stood on the owner's floor, a VIP section overlooking the main dance floor, a glass of amber liquid in my hand. 

My men, silent shadows, were strategically placed throughout the club. Control. Always control.

Then I saw her. My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would crack. She was being escorted by my chauffeur, a small, defiant figure making her way through the throng towards me. 

Her gown… it was so short, so brazenly revealing, it infuriated me. Black silk, barely covering her thighs, clinging to every curve. 

Men turned, their heads snapping as she passed, their eyes devouring her. My blood ran cold. She was hot. Too hot. And she knew it. She had done this to provoke me.

I rushed down the stairs to meet her. My hand shot out, grasping her arm. "Why would you wear this?" I demanded.

Her eyes met mine. "I'm not your wife! I can meet anybody here!" She pulled her arm from my grasp. Then, a slow, taunting smile spread across her lips. "You know, it's short, I'll just raise it for whoever I want.” She reached down, her fingers fumbling with the hem of the gown, preparing to hike it even higher.

My hand shot out, grabbing the fabric and yanking it back down. "Don't you dare!"

She pushed me, a surprisingly strong shove, then spun on her heel. 

My eyes followed her, my gaze drawn by the defiant sway of her hips as she descended the last few steps, heading directly into the chaotic "mosh pit" of the main dance floor. 

This was another challenge. A public one. Against my reputation. I watched, my jaw tight, my body rigid. 

A man, tall and muscular, approached her. He leaned in, speaking to her. My fists clenched. I expected her to dance with him, to further infuriate me. But then, I saw her stiffen. Her head pulled back. Something was wrong.

The man grabbed her arm. My blood froze. She was pushing him, trying to pull away. This wasn't a game.

I moved. No thought, just instinct. I plunged down the remaining stairs, pushing through the bodies. "Seraphina!" The crowd was a living, breathing wall, slowing my progress. 

I lost sight of her. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through the red haze of my anger. They've seen her as my soft spot. They've come to steal her! The thought was like a thunderclap in my head.

My eyes scanned the thrashing bodies and the flashing lights. Then I looked up to the second (VIP) floor, directly opposite my own. 

And there she was. Dragged into a dark corner. The man was pressing her against a wall, his hand trying to insert itself into her gown from below.

Rage exploded within me. My hand went to my silenced golden revolver. I ran up the stairs, two at a time.

One shot from my silenced revolver. Just one. My target. The man's elbow. A swift, clean break.

The shot was a muffled thwip amidst the pulsating music, unheard by anyone but me and, presumably, him. 

He cried out as he recoiled to a corner. 

I was there in an instant, seizing Seraphina's waist, pulling her flush against me, my body shielding hers. “Are you all right?” 

She nodded. She shivered in my arms. 

The man, cradling his now useless arm, looked up at me. His eyes, cold and familiar, met mine. A cruel smile twisted his lips, despite the pain. "What a reunion, Alessandro Torricelli."

My blood ran cold. My breath hitched. “Fuck!”

“Seraphina Russell! Now you know who it is. Don't you?” He said with a chuckle.

“Dino Moretti?” I called. 

The name was a curse, ripping from my throat. The campus power. The bully. The one I couldn't touch. The one whose family overshadowed mine back then. The one who bullied Seraphina, the one I wanted to save Seraphina from. 

"You have summoned war, Torricelli," Dino said. "And blood will sate it." He turned and walked slowly down the stairs, disappearing into the crowd.

As he left, I finally registered. His men. They were there, everyone in their white hats, following Dino Moretti toward the exit.

He knew what he was doing. He knew it was my club. He knew Seraphina was there. 

My uncle, Marco, rushed to me. "What have you done, Alessandro?!" he demanded. "This is war! I warned you about her, didn't I? A weak spot. A fatal flaw!"

***

The drive home was a suffocating silence. I didn't speak. Couldn't speak. The fury at Dino, the sickening realization that Seraphina, my obsession, my beautiful, defiant Seraphina, had brought this war to my doorstep. 

She was a walking target now.

Once we were back at the mansion, I turned to her. My voice was flat, devoid of emotion, a desperate attempt to sever the connection that now threatened to consume us both. "My jet will take you back to York Isles tonight. You are free, Seraphina."

Her eyes stared back at me. "No," she said.

I didn't argue. I just walked, towards my room, towards the desperate need to be alone, to think, to strategize. To survive.

But she followed. I heard her footsteps behind me, light and persistent. I stopped in the hallway, turning to face her. "You have to go, Seraphina," I said. "This is war. I have to face it."

She stepped closer, her hand reaching for my arm, her touch soft, tentative. "Let me face it with you. I caused it, and I'm sorry. I didn't know he'd be there. I was just... playing around."

"It doesn't matter," I ground out, my voice raw with the effort of pushing her away, of protecting her from the inevitable storm. "Dino is evil. Evil back then. Evil by now too. He'll find us. He'll kill you..." I spoke as I went into my room, pulling open the door, wanting her out of my sight, out of harm's way.

"Then I'll die by your side," she said as she followed me into the room.

I stopped dead, turning to look at her, my gaze searching hers. There was no defiance now. Only a fierce, unwavering blank stare.

"I don't need 365 days, Alessandro," she continued, her voice soft but firm. "It's just day three and I've decided. I love you, Alessandro. Please... don't push me away."