*Lily's P.O.V.*I walked down the stairs, heading toward the dining table. His house was so magnificent, words cannot explain it. I mean, I thought my dad was rich, not until I met Vincenzo.He was so engrossed in his phone, but when he heard me walking down the stairs, he moved his gaze from his phone and then watched me intently as I ascended the stairs. He asked me to come down for breakfast and not to eat me up with his stares instead.Apparently, he has never for once attempted to hide the fact that he was devouring me with his stares. He makes his stares so obvious like it he had every right to.But then, the way he looked at me had my legs shivering. His icy glare trailed all the way down from my head right to my toe, taking in, yet again, the sight of me putting on his shirt.I was still in his shirt though and I had no clue how I got changed in the first place. And even my own dress, he is refusing to give them back.I pulled a chair from the dining table and sat on it, tryi
*Vincenzo Ace.*It was all for a competition, but she seems to hold a special hate in her heart for me.“Now, tell me—” I pulled a chair to sit right in front of Selena, “What are you?”She didn't show any indication that she had acknowledged my words. Her eyes roamed about, looking at anything else but not me.I see. She had decided that it was the best choice to handle the situation with arrogance and pride, thinking she could appear unshaken and confident.She knew perfectly since she had dwelt in the game of the kind of world I lived in. Showing fear was a great advantage to your enemies. Showing fear meant weakness.I nodded at her shielding act before turning to meet the cold eyes of my men. Hence, I instructed. “Over there—” I motioned towards the iron pipe. It has both sides stuck to the floor and one crossed over it.“I need you to tie her up there, using her hair.”Suddenly, her eyes sprout up to look at me. Her nose flared in storming rage, “What do you mean?”Regardless o
*Lily's P.O.V.*“Good Morning Ma’am.” I walked into the kitchen, my eyes roaming about in its luxury before settling down to meet a pair of brown bright eyes smiling up at me. She could be in her early forties, yet she looked gorgeous with a few wrinkles on her face.“Good Morning, Angel. How are you feeling today?”Angel? That sounded more like what Vincenzo would call me. It reminds me of him, unnecessarily, so, I'd prefer to be called by my name instead.“I am Lily.”I smiled genuinely at her. She studied me for a while before blinking in confusion.“Lily? He told me your name was Angel.”I chuckled in astonishment.What? Not only does he call me Angel, but he has also officially declared it my name to other people now or what?“I will prefer to be called Lily instead.”She nodded, and her smile grew as she spoke, “That's not a problem. But you should know—” She leaned forward and I leaned in. She talked so slowly, emphasizing each and every one of her words.“He said you were an a
*Vincenzo Ace.*I stood right in front of her, and asked, yet again, “I asked. What are you, Selena?”She rolled her eyes and replied, sarcastically, “Selena: the girl you've been fucking. The daughter of a drug addict you've been going about searching for.”I gritted my teeth as my finger rolled up into a ball on their own accord.“You have no right whatsoever to speak in such a manner in your state. So, shut the fuck up and only speak what I need you to.”“What other response do you want from me? What hasn't that bastard said to you already.” She bellowed, her gaze darkening with fury.I should be the one mad at her—I should be the one yelling in her face, still, she held no regret whatsoever for her actions and acted like I was the reason for her misfortunes.An entirely different person—different from the submissive Selena I have always known was right in front of me. Her switching-up character still baffles me.“You killed him, right? You had the guts to pull your fucking trigger
*Lily's P. O. V.*I have been here, in Vincenzo's house for the past two days. The cook and her daughter have been my only companion. We've been discussing and talking about a lot of things but whenever I bring up the questions about Vincenzo's past, then there's always an awkward laugh coming from her with the same reply,“It will be best if he decides to let you know, himself.”I was curious about his past. What exactly had made him ruthless? I mean, everyone is not born to be ruthless but grows up to be, due to some reasons. But then, I knew, no matter how he joked with me, we were not close enough for me to suddenly bring up the question about his past. And besides I haven't set my eyes on Vincenzo for the past two days.It makes me wonder about the number of people that must have died in those two days.I definitely shouldn't be thinking about him, especially when I'd just received a call earlier from the landlady reminding me of my deadline to pack out.I have no place to go to
“If I may ask, why did you choose to work here?” He asked, his eyes locked on mine. “Because I can't find a job elsewhere,” I replied sternly. He raised a brow at me before batting his lashes in astonishment. That wasn't the answer he expected—I knew that wasn't the answer I should be giving, but considering the fact that I had nothing, absolutely no 'good' reason why I chose to work at the most highly committed crime club in New York, then it was better off I get straight to the point. “Okay? So, why should I employ you?” “Because I can't find a job elsewhere,” I repeated, my gaze momentarily roaming about the club before going back to meet his puzzled look. “If I may ask, do you realize where you are?” I sucked in a dry breath, drawing back the confidence that was slowly oozing out of me. His question had a lot to say. I knew where I was and I also knew I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here applying as a waitress in a club owned by the notorious gang leader that his repu
*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
Lily's P.O.V The Next Day. Neglecting all odds—neglecting how weird it was getting employed by Vincenzo who I knew wasn't nice enough to do such out of goodwill, I had walked in on the landline ringing on the counter. A cold silence swims through the empty club as I roam my eyes around, searching for, maybe, the young man I met here the other day who seems to be a bartender too, but there was no sight of anyone. It sends a cold shiver of fear down my spine. I knew I came pretty early, even earlier than the said time for the resumption of work for all waitresses, but despite how skeptical I was, wanting to earn a living had pushed me to be punctual. Wanting to clear up all my debts had forced me to accept my fate. It's not like I had a choice anyway. I can't possibly decline the only job I got because I got employed and noticed by the devil. But a part of me knew one thing for sure: ‘I do not want to meet the devil.’ I wanted to ignore it. I knew I should have ignored the ringi