CHAPTER THREE.

CHAPTER THREE.

Deciding.

      (Theo Pov)

“Theo, care to explain how Rob's daughter whom we've been tracking for a week is in our estate right now?” Raffaele asks immediately i close the door behind me.

“I've been running analysis for a week but I've only gotten a few facial recognitions from some camera's.”

“Camera's in France?” He asks.

“Well..yes, the Intel on Rob's phone last spotted her in France.” 

“But she's here.” He says flatly.

“I see that Raf.” I mutter, getting pissed. “Whomever covered her tracks did a damn good job.” 

“Well.. she's here now. Get her finger prints and run it through the system.” 

“Sure thing, I have the yearly analysis report on the new tech machines.. I need to go through it.”

“Good, keep an eye on her.” he says, just as I stand to leave.

“And theo?” 

“Yeah?”

 “Don't fuck her..not yet.”

“With that face bro.. I can't make any promises.”

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“Excuse me?” She says as she crosses her arms

over her chest and I can’t help but laugh. I have almost a foot and one hundred pounds on her, but she glares at me with such defiance in her eyes that it makes me want to put her over my knee and spank her ass. My cock twitches at the idea.

“You won't be staying here,” I repeat gesturing towards the designated training Wing of our estate.

“So where will I be staying?”“In the mansion,” I finish, Watching her face go from defiance to something similar to horror.

“So your boss can't stand a little confrontation?” 

“He wants you closer, so he could properly dispose your body with no suspicions.” I mock, having a slight difficulty containing my grin.

I see fear cross her features before she picks up on the joke. “You have a nice sense of humor.” She says, rolling her eyes and adjusting her bag strap.

Taking the bag from her, I gesture forward.. quietly following behind her just to get a view of that ass.

“So what's the deal with you?” She asks, quietly matching my pace so we're now walking side by side.

Smart girl.

“How do you mean angel?” 

“I mean.. What gang is this?” She asks flatly.

She's either a good actress or she really doesn't know who we are and just waltzed in here by mere chance.

“Well angel, we're the Italian mafia.” I say just as flatly, half expecting her steps to falter but she keeps walking.

“Well, that explains the armed men and incredibly hot tattoos” 

“Oh.. you think we're hot?” I ask, noting her lack of reaction.

“Are you kidding, you all know you are.” She says rolling her eyes yet again, oh how I'd like to make her eyes roll for a different reason that obviously involves my cock pounding into that ass.

My cock twitches at the very idea.

“Well..anthonia, this will be your room.” I say, “Right next to mine” I add softly.

“In case your boss tries to strangle me in my sleep.. I'll definitely yell for…?” She flashes an eyebrow at me and waits for me to fill the blank and I oblige.

“Theo,” I finish. 

“Could I ask a favour?” She asks, her tone shifting rather seductively. 

“Yes angel.”

“I kind of got here in a hurry and didn't pack lady appropriate outfits, could you please help me pick out some outfits?” 

Her request catches me off guard but I'd never turn down the chance to see that body wiggle into something of my choosing.

“Sure,” I say.

She gives me a small smile before stepping into her room.

“Bingo,” I mutter, taking her finger prints off the door knob.