I'm Coming For You

Gianna's POV

I strutted out of the office like I was being chased by a wild animal. I felt a severe rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I sprinted to my car.

I couldn't wait to get to the police station. Finally, things were looking up, after five years of waiting and wallowing in dead ends. The man was faceless, hard to catch, almost…invincible.

Draco, my boss, had no idea what he had just done for me with the tip he gave me, the ‘big fish’ he wanted me to defend. I knew he was selfish and it was for his own promotion while I did all the work but to me, I got the most out of this.

The man that killed my parents in a house fire. It was a miracle that I survived and I was only nineteen years old. I lost everything that day, everything.

I saw his figure, his shadow, and I heard his name, Roman, as my father begged until he choked to death. No, he got shot. Saying he choked to death made me feel lighter.

I couldn't see his face, but that sadistic smile remained engraved in my memories for years. He was ruthless, the real definition of evil.

I was so shocked, I went still. I almost died, but in the midst of everything, someone bundled me out and dropped me somewhere close to the burning house but at a safe distance.

Before I could thank the figure after getting myself back, the person vanished into thin air. I owe that person my life, but now I will avenge my parents.

Now, Roman Moretti, how could he be so stupid? I heard he entered the United States last night and got caught by the feds because he's been declared wanted for multiple murders.

The worst part, my parent's deaths were not even connected to him at all, and there wasn't a single evidence I had managed to gather for years so I had no proof.

Except that smile, and I'll do anything to make sure I see it, that I confirm that he was truly the one that killed my parents.

My chest rose and fell erratically upon arriving. I introduced myself as his attorney and a couple of officers followed behind me and waited outside as I walked into the private room.

This was it, I'm finally coming face to face with my arch enemy. This faceless man, I'll finally get to see his face, except he wasn't what I expected when I walked in.

Air left my lungs when my face beheld him. This man was easily the most dangerous but incredibly attractive man I've ever seen in my entire life. All of a sudden I lost my balance, the plot and didn't know how to act for a moment there.

I almost stood still, just so I could admire his beauty before I coughed my way out of my mild delusion.

His eyes were on me the whole time as I struggled to make it to my seat opposite him, but I made it, and I sat down. Now we were facing each other, and it was getting even harder to breathe.

Too bad I hated the man more than anything, so I won't let his charm affect me even though he had barely said a word. Is this how he got away with everything, being so hot? Because I wouldn't even be surprised.

He was like a perfect gentleman in a well tailored suit. The only thing that gave him away was the tattoo that adorned every tiny exposed skin and the cigar he was smoking, even while detained. The tiny scar on his face, a marking, was the main thing.

“So, my attorney?” God, his voice. I shook the disturbing thoughts in my head away and went straight for his head. I felt equal measures of anger and maybe lust.

“No,” I said, sinking into my seat with folded arms. “I'm not your attorney. Consider me your ‘prosecutor’, you fucking bastard.” I seethed, my molars grinding.

“Oh.” He raised a brow. He seemed to be taken a bit aback, but not shocked, like he was used to the title . Anyway, I continued.

"You killed my parents. I'm not here to let you out. I'll make sure you rot in here, mafia don or not." I said it as heartlessly as I felt towards him. I wanted him to drop dead.

Every emotion poured out of me at once, and his lack of initial interest pissed me off. When he finally spoke, I got even angrier.

"So you survived the fire." He stated. It was not a question. He remembered. Hell, he did it.

Just like that, that sick smile formed on his lips. Even though I already knew it was him, nothing prepared me for it. Chills immediately ran through my body and my smile left my face.

"You're despicable!” I spat as my hands hit the desk in anger. “You'll rot in jail when I'm done with you. I promise to make you suffer!"

He didn't look the least bothered by my threats. He took his eyes off my face and they dipped to my chest. Something in the air suddenly shifted.

He dragged his eyes back up after successfully making me uncomfortable, showing me that he was actually imagining my breasts underneath my shirt.

I breathed hard when he mentioned my name.

“Gianna Lucci. I remember you. You're all grown now, a gorgeous woman. Who would've thought.” Then he sank right back in his seat like he was bored, and a gasp escaped me.

He recognized me. What if I didn't recognize him? Would he have pretended not to know me? Was I safe?

Wait. Was he…flirting with me? No, I had to be imagining the things that just happened in here.

“Stop with the crap, Roman. You made a mistake coming here, and I'll make sure you regret it!”

“Sure. Sure.” He was calm, annoyingly calm. I felt so stupid for some reason.

Just then, a police officer came in.

“Miss Gianna, you've been dismissed from this case. We'll take it from here.”

“What?” I couldn't believe my ears. It had to be a joke, right?

I watched Roman rise from his seat and Jesus, why did this man kill my parents?

I would rather let him fuck me than hate him. He was all muscles, and he looked like he would show me a good time if things were different.

Still, I was boiling with untamed anger.

I realized what was going on really quickly. They were going to let him go, even in the United States?

What strings did he pull this time? No, I wouldn't let him leave, even if I fought him.

I immediately stood up to my feet and charged at him. I tried to drive a blow into his face but he grabbed my wrists immediately. Even I couldn't understand where I got the courage that made me do it.

It was when he grabbed me that clarity set in, and I realized how stupid I had just been. His hands on my wrist felt exactly how I thought it would feel like; sin.

He turned to the police officer.

“Leave us. Seems she wants to hit me. I should let her.”

I suddenly felt like prey as I watched the police officer leave. When I turned to face the man who held my wrist hostage because I tried to hit him, he was already looking down at me, cheap amusement playing on his face.

I hid my fear.

“You must really hate me, Gianna. That was a really nice aim, but not the face. Would've hit me if I wasn't so quick. Seems you trained, don't tell me it's to hit me, sweetie, because that's really cute.”

“You're a monster. You're a fucking monster!” I tried to hit him again but this time, he didn't find it funny. All of a sudden I felt my back hit the wall roughly. A hand was on my throat, tightly and with his free hands, he ripped my shirt apart like it was nothing. All the buttons fell out.

I couldn't stop panting in fear, wondering what the hell he was about to do.

My tiny bra was very visible and my big breasts practically poured out of it. It couldn't even hold my breasts properly.

His eyes dipped and darkened as he stared at it. After a while, he shook his head in something akin to distaste.

“You hide all of this under these unflattering clothes you wear. Hmm, we'll change that once I come for you.”

“What?” I assumed I didn't hear him correctly.

“Why do you think I'm here, Gianna? Who cares if I killed a few people? It doesn't matter. What matters is that now I know someone is after me, and I can't let her roam free after her bold, uncontrolled display of anger. I should tame her, don't you think?”

“Roman-”

“It's simple. Now that I know you're after me, I'm coming for you. Wait for me, Gianna.”

He let go of me and my heart almost leapt right out of my chest as he walked out of the room without sparing me another glance.

I couldn't believe what just happened.

I let him slip away, again, just when I thought I had him right where I wanted him. I even laid out all my cards and exposed myself.

Now I knew the system would never help me. I should let it go.

He's coming for me? Oh God.