CHAPTER TWO.

CHAPTER TWO.

Stepping Into the Deluca hell.

          (Anthonia Pov.)

I watched as they stood a few meters away from the line of classist bitches. I thought this was supposed to be a training ground and not a fashion contest but I must be the only one with survival reasons for being here because they all looked like they would flash their titties to them at command.

I mean..I get it though.  They're both fine specimens of males.

When I heard a few men in suits talking about some kind of  gang female recruit thing , all I heard was free food and shelter for six months at least till I found my footing.

Home wasn't an option in this city.

The man by the far right end looked gorgeous with his gray suit pants and half buttoned white shirt showing enough of his torso to know he's ripped, the slight smirk on his beautifully sculpted lips made it evident that he was seeing what I was seeing too and wouldn't hesitate to take any titties offered. Uff, my type of man.

The other by the far left was a complete opposite, still in a suit but a different build and an aura I couldn't quite decipher. He couldn't take his eyes off his watch like he had more important places to be.. his dark hair fanning his face beautifully.

They are by far the most breathtaking duo I've ever seen or so I thought.

A few seconds later I found out exactly why they just stood quietly, another male angel appeared. His steps in a careful rhythm. Clad in all black exactly like the dark angel of pussies he looked like.

What a man, at least so I thought till he let the most sexist words I've ever heard fly out of those beautifully plump lips.

“I'm sure you all know why you're here. Personally I don't expect any of you to last more than two weeks for obvious reasons.” 

None of these model looking ladies seemed even the least offended, well.. I've never been known to let sexist comments go.

“You know that's incredibly sexist, right?” I said in the flattest tone I could muster. Not even sparing him a glance.

I mean, my pussy did jitter at the sight of the trio but not so much anymore.

For a second there, I thought he would just ignore it and go on with his sexist orientation but instead, he walked towards me in small deliberate steps probably meant to make me cower but unlike the girl beside me who let out a gasp..I didn't even flinch.

Just as he got closer, I finally looked up only to almost let my anger be swallowed by beautiful ombrè eyes.

Christ!

“What was it you said?” He asked, voice dropping a tone lower.

“You saying you don’t expect anyone to make it cause we’re ladies when you organised this is a sexist move aimed at proving a point.” I said flatly, eyes unmoving.

I’m pretty sure this is a gang or something, that would explain the armed men surrounding the estate and their obvious fear.

“I wouldn’t classify you under ladies, look around.” He said, gesturing towards the line of slim beautiful ladies and at that moment, I knew what exactly he had implied.

“Those are ladies, not females in boyish clothes aimed at masking lack of curves.” 

Just like every other man before,  he was going to regret that statement the same way every other man does, with hard blue balls.

“We’ll see about that.” I said simply, resuming my stance by the railing.

"Oh gatta morta" He chuckled slightly, stepping  back and working away, but not before whispering to grey pants.

Italians. Interesting. 

He had just called me a dead kitten with the sexiest  baritone tone. I could simply say something back but I'd rather hold on to my knowledge of Italian for now.

I filed the insult away with the rest of the information I’d collected in the last ten minutes: three men who clearly ran this place, armed guards who watched them more than they watched us, and a room full of women who looked ready to compete for attention instead of survival.

I straightened against the railing and kept my mouth shut.

Six months of free food and a roof. I could work with that. Even if the dark one already had me marked.