•Vincenzo•

Of course Gianni was too big of a bitch to come after me himself.

Instead he sends hired assassins who are weak.

I dig my phone out of my suit and immediately call my right hand man.

"Giorgio." I speak right when the call goes through.

"Vince?"

"I need you to find out the name and identity of Gianni's hired hitman. The fucker sent another weakling." I growl, balling up my fist.

Gio's end goes silent before I start to hear the click of his fingers typing on the keyboard.

"Found them, V." Giorgio announces with a slight chuckle.

"Well who is he?"

"Not a he, Vincenzo." I tighten the hold on my phone from annoyance. Why can't he just straight up tell me.

I have very little patience.

"Spit it out, Giorgio!"

"Okay okay, man." I can hear the loud gulp he makes.

"HER name is, Francesca Walsh. From the looks of it, it looks like she has worked with Gianni for a couple years now."

He sent a woman to try to kill me!?

"She's know as the "man-eater."

"I need more info, Gio." I look behind me at the women dancing and chatting. "What does she look like?"

He lets out a long whistle. "She's fucking hot, I'll tell you that." His gruff voice is cut off by yelling in the background.

"What the hell?"

Gio's voice comes out muffled and so does the female voice that is fussing.

I smirk when I hear Gio apologize to the female with a guilty tone.

"Sorry, man. I'm visiting my Mom and she flipped the fuck out when I called the woman hot."

Sighing, I rub my temples; I can already feel a headache forming.

"Anyways where were we? Oh yeah...." He trails off, clearing his throat.

"She is twenty-two years old and is from Ireland. Fair skin, red hair, blue eyes....She's a typical pretty Irish girl stereotype."

"Great. Thanks." Before he could respond I end the call and scan the ball room.

My eyes immediately land in the red haired goddess talking to my sister.

Francesca's back was to me giving me a view of her cute perky ass.

Too bad I have to kill her.

A tall waiter passes by with mixed drinks. I grab a whiskey, drowning it down in three gulps.

God I absolutely hated the damn place. A skinny whore draped her hands around my shoulders, trying to settle her balance.

She was clearly drunk.

Right when I pushed her off someone else bumped into me from behind.

Screw this.

I start walking towards the VIP section hoping to lure Francesca in.

The VIP section was a absolute, perfect place to murder someone at the ball.

You wouldn't be caught because there is an exit door in the area.

And that's the only place where weapons are allowed.

I nod at the bulky but short guy blocking the entrance. I've seen him multiple times at other mafia events.

He lets me through without any fuss.

My head turns and I smirk when I see Francesca following behind, trying to be sneaky.

Her fiery red flames of hair was a dead giveaway.

I take a seat in a private booth, waiting for her to show.

Right on cue, the vixen walks in. I saw hungry men's eyes latched onto her.

My fists clench on my lap.

Our eyes connect and I can see an innocent look cross over her face.

The fucking nerve.

Even through the hoax innocence, I see mischief swimming through her ocean blue eyes.

She slowly walks my way, taking in my presence.

I hold back a growl as her eyes rake over me.

As Francesca got closer I really started to see why they called her the "man-eater."

She is positively stunning.

Her wavy red hair was like flames, framing her heart shaped face. The red brought out her flawless fair skin and natural.

Her lips were full, painted a shiny dark red. Her dark blue eyes were still checking me out.

Francesca looked to be around a short height of 5'4 or 5'5. She was slim but had curves in just the right places.

She was a quite a sight to see.

My eyes land on her lip. She bites her luscious bottom lip making me clench my fists once again.

I clear my throat, not liking the unwanted reactions my body is doing just by gazing at her.

"Can I help you, amore?"

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•Francesca•

"Or should I say, Francesca Walsh?"

My body goes cold as he says my real name. How the hell did he find out?

His intense eyes burn holes into my head as I look anywhere but his grey orbs.

Houston, we have a problem......

I gulp, hoping not to give away my shock. "How did you find out?"

He smirks in response, his strong hands still pining me to the wall.

I can barley think with him so close.

He smells incredible.

Coconut, mint and pine...... maybe?

His tattooed hand was still wrapped around my throat, while his other hand was pinning my arms.

His smirking lip brush over mine, sending shivers down my spine.

"It doesn't matter how I fucking found out about you." He grunts, squeezing my neck tighter.

A breathy moan escaped my lips, his grey eyes darken a good few shades.

"What matters is what I'm going to do with you. Kill you or use you-" He trails off.

I struggle to escape his hard-like-iron grip. Me fighting his hold only made him tighten his grip.

"Use me for what?" I choke out.

"Well let's see Miss Walsh...." He leans in, his delicious aroma greeting my nose.

He fingers were trailing up and down my wrist, softly.

It was hard to think of a way to get free. My brain only focused on how close Vincenzo was.

"I'll either have you join my mafia or I will slit both of your wrist and enjoy watching you bleed out." His husky voice responds.

Psychopath.

A very sexy psychopath.

"The first one please." I plead, biting my lip.

He just smirks in response. "We will see."

Before I can blink, he ties rope around my wrist and pushes me towards an exit.

I search behind me for any witnesses. Maybe they will help me.

Nope. Everybody magically left.

Goody.....

I tug on the ropes wincing as they dig into my pale skin.

After five minutes of walking through a parking lot. We stop at a black Range Rover with a driver reading a book.

The driver looks up surprised and unlocks the door.

"Where the fuck are you bloody taking me?"

"Shut up and get in." Is all Vincenzo says.

Vincenzo grabs my waist before lifting me up into the leather seats.

The driver raises his eyebrow at me and I give him a snarky smirk.

"Sup. I'm being kidnapped by a hot psychotic maniac."

Vincenzo huffs before covering my mouth with his hand.

"Drive Noel."

Noel's face twists in amusement before putting the car into drive.

Vince's warm hand is still on my mouth and I do what anybody would do.

I licked him.

"What the-!"

I hunch over in the seat cackling at his reaction. He wipes his hand on his slacks in disbelief.

Before I can doge, Vincenzo pulls a gun out, ramming it to the back of my head.

All I see is darkness.