"She's all that I want. I would be a fool if I let her go," -- Giovanni Leone Santorini

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Giovanni Leone Santorini's POV

        I was walking into the washroom leisurely when I heard her screams my name. I quickly walk out the washroom and rushes to her closet and saw her stormy eyes darkened with fury. 

Crap!

Seeing her body with all my marks, I felt so satisfied and I know why she was fuming. Those marks she hated. "How in the hell am I going to face my family with all this love bites you left in my skin?" she looks viciously at me like she was ready to pounce on me. 

I grinned lopsidedly. She's like a fireball exploding. So fucking cute and adorable. Honestly, I always find her amusing when she's mad and hot. It's like a soup, where when it's burning hot, it tasted better than when it's at room temperature. Like her. At the moment, I wanted to take her again. 

Why did I compare it to a soup? Where's the logic in that? 

"Giovanni!" She walks closer to me and poke my chest with her index finger, dragging me back to earth. Her eyes are slowly turning to slits, looking completely vexed.

I quickly straightened myself and pretend I was listening. "They won't really care about that. It's not like you are going to get inspected when we get there," I reasoned out and she scowled. 

"Dad would surely notice everything. I know him! He's my father and I grew up with him," she stressed out and turned on her heel and rummaged through her drawers. 

"We can go to that dinner then when all my marks faded." I shrugged and she just gave me a dark stare. I raised my hands in surrender and she went back on rummaging her drawers, pulling an underwear and a bra after. 

Then she harshly pushed the drawer closed and then headed to my direction. I was standing just before the doorway, and when she got closer  to me, she stops briefly. "I'll shower first!" She smacks the garments to my chest and then stomped her way to the washroom. 

I just chuckled at her tantrum and watch her sexy back disappearing inside the washroom, then I involuntarily rub the back of my head in disbelief. She's actually normal now. I wonder how is she when she's on her PMS. I heard that they get too cranky and too emotional. 

Oh God, I hope I won't ever experience that. 

I waited for her to come out from the washroom when my phone rang. I quickly walk to the side table and picks up my phone. I put it close to my right ear as soon as I connect it.

"Yes," 

"We have a problem," Vito started without preamble. His voice is a bit weary and vexed. 

"WHAT?" I growled, forgetting about Enna in the washroom. 

I quickly pick up my pants and put it on while talking to Isaias, then pick the shirt on the floor and put on next. "Isaias is with the cops. They took him just this morning after one pointed him about the shooting last night. The cop has him for interrogation. What will we do now?" Vito asks, sounding frustrated. 

Anger and frustrations suddenly bubbled up in my system. "Then find the witness and pay him if that would make him shut his fucking mouth. If he can't be threatened then kill him, whoever that fucker is." I hissed and then I heard the washroom door creaks, I involuntarily whipped my head to the washroom door. How in the hell is that door fucking creaks? I made a mental note to let my maintenance fix that soon.  I quickly dashed outside our room so Enna wouldn't hear us talking.

I walk along the hallway going downstairs as I talk to Vito on the phone. When one of my employees saw me, he quickly scrambles away, out of my sight. I can't blame him. I'm looking murderous at this moment. "We will not be leaving this country without him. Send some men to find who the fucking witness is, and shut him up!" I controlled my tone, forcibly controlling my temper at bay. Red starting to swirls around my eyes and my inside is boiling up. My heart races rapidly with anger. 

 "I already sent some men to spy inside the Cayo's Police Department, and some to sniffs about the witness. I just want to let you know, too, since I'm so frustrated since this morning. I need to share it to you."  

If only he's close to me, I would like to strangle his neck. Typical Vito. Even at times like this, he still can afford to piss me. I was about to end the call when he spoke again. "And oh, I was wondering if you sent Sai to woo that secretary of Salvo Guidici. I heard them talking the other night and I think, our merciless brother is slowly following your trail." His mocking tone is really rubbing into my nerves. I'm not sure if Vito is being dumb or he was just acting up like one because it is very obvious, it is our plan to get the tape, through his secretary.

"There's no way that cold brute has a feeling. He's just merely doing his job!" I hissed.

"Well, if you say so-" 

"Just fucking find that witness Vito and stop messing with us and Sai," I growled in vexation. 

"Is this love really making you more like a girl with a PMS? or even worse-"

I hang up the call before I could hear some more and really, I'm beyond angry now. Isaias is with the police and damn, Vito, he could still laugh with this problem in our plate. 

I quickly headed back to our room. I saw her started packing her clothes, only wearing a skimpy beach dress. It was a see-through silk dress, and her white two-piece swimsuits were looking so hot on her. Her very slim waist, wide hips, and broad shoulder, with toned endless legs that are so fucking hot, always gives me this uncalled boner. In addition to that, she has this angelic fresh face ever. Who would have thought that she's as wild as me on the bed, and her innocent face is still the same as ever.

She was too animated on packing, pacing back and forth inside our room that she didn't notice my presence, watching her as she bends occasionally to put the clothes back in her luggage -sitting on the floor. 

It was a beautiful sight. I quickly took a shower so we could spend the rest of the day at the shore and just swim and do sunbathing while I wait for the updates of Isaias' state.

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"Just fucking pay him as long as he made sure that Isaias could get out of  that filthy police station as soon as possible. We are flying back to New York in three hours!" I snap at Vito. I was watching Enna wading leisurely in the seashore like she doesn't care about the world. 

She looks so happy. I was standing close to our lounge chair with only my swimming trunks while talking to Vito on the phone, with my eyes trained on her. We have been talking like hours about the distillery, about how they got rid of Viggorino's body and Isaias only hope of escape.

One of my men knew one of the chiefs of police inside the station who was now on duty and negotiated with the cost of Isaias freedom. "Alright, I will talk to the chief now and transfer the money." I nodded involuntarily as I agreed. 

"Good, now stop bothering me!" I yelled at him gruffly and I heard him chuckling on the other line. I ended the call and tossed the phone on the lounge chair and pace to her direction. Her back was facing me. I quietly close our gap and then curled my hand around her waist and spun her around.

She squeals in surprise and then broke out into giggles. "You looks so hot, hotter than the bright sun," I kissed her nape and she giggled all the more, with her head falls back. 

Her giggles are so contagious and I just soon found myself giggling with her. When I put her back down on her feet, she turns around and then curled her hands around my neck with that bright smile plastered on her face. "You're such a flatterer, Mr. Santorini," she batted her lashes and I laughed harder, my head falling back with my shoulders shaking. She was watching me with a prominent frown on her face. "What?" she asks when I sobered.

"You looks so trying hard when you do that, bambolina," I chuckled again with amusement.

"Like what?" she looks so confused with her brows furrowing.

"Like batting your lashes. Only a desperate woman does that." I explained briefly and she looks horrified after.

"Is that so?" she unconsciously bit her bottom lip sexily. "Did I really do that?" her eyes brimming with disbelief.

I nodded my head and she laughs after. Her laughter is like a music to my ears. It made me feel so happy knowing that I can make her happy and laugh. 

I don't want this day to end. It was smooth sailing and we are talking normally and not arguing. Everything feels so light and carefree.

"What time are we flying back to New York?" she suddenly ask as we both swim together to the deeper part of the water. 

"In three hours. We will have lunch here before we leave." I responded shortly, carefully not mentioning her about Isaias. 

"I will miss this place," she remarks unconsciously as she swam away from me. I swim towards her, and then we race together and broke out into giggles when a big wave whips us both. 

"We can come back anytime, bambolina." I snake my hands around her waist and she automatically curled her hands around my neck. 

"I would love that, but I don't know if dad would let me take time off anytime soon." She pouts and I was so tempted to kiss her lips. She really affects me in a way I couldn't fathom. Her gray eyes dancing with happiness, her rosy cheeks and kissable lips, with her thick arched brows, she looks so stunningly hot. I don't even know if she realized that. 

That's the thing. She could turn me on with just one stare, without even trying. She could make my heart flipped and beats like a racing car without even doing anything. 

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We got back to New York and my driver drove us straight to her condo. The penthouse of the condo is fully equipped with everything I need, and surveillance cameras installed at every corner of the room, using the most high-end micro cameras that were hard to notice. It was designed like all my penthouses, well-secured and highly maintained. 

"What happened to Isaias' face?" I felt alarmed when Enna started asking about Isaias. When I saw him with those marks in his jaws and his bottom lips, I knew he was beaten by those fuckers inside that police station, forcing him to say something. 

I made sure that we will get him avenge. We didn't leave that country without getting that fucker who beats him while restrained with cold metal handcuffs, while forcing him to spill what happened that night and that he started the shooting.

Knowing Isaias, even when he's beaten to death when he shut his mouth, nothing can make him talk, even death couldn't make him speak. "He fell face first," I reasoned out lamely. I almost snorted from my stupid response. Honestly, who would believe that lame reason?

"How did that happen?" She looks at me in curiosity. I could tell she was stifling her laughter. Her eyes were brimming with amusement. "Well, I'm clumsy, but that was really funny. Isaias? Really? He doesn't look like any clumsy at all," she chuckles and I just nodded my head in disbelief. I felt relieved when she believes the lies I just pulled off.

Honestly, sometimes it surprises me how naive she is sometimes. 

We both stops at the front of her door, and I watch her as she unlock her door. I heard the doorknob being unlocked and then she walks in, with me trailing behind her. 

"Would you still like to have dinner with your family tonight?" I asked as soon as we walk in. I motioned my two men who were pulling her luggage to leave the thing beside on the corner and they did, then left swiftly, leaving us both alone.

 I closed the door and face her. She plops down on the couch and I walk closer and stood in front of her. She looks exhausted and sleepy. It's just five in the afternoon and she has two hours to prepare if she decided to join them for dinner now. I will be busy the oncoming days and I might not have time to join her.

"I'll call mom or dad first." She reaches out for her purse that was sitting on the coffee table and fish out her phone. She just tossed her purse to her side, then started browsing on her phone. Not long, she place her phone close to her ear and wait. I just stood there watching her as I shoved my hands inside my pockets. 

"Hey mom," she started. My ears perked up when I heard her talk.

"Yes. We just arrived." Then she looks at me while listening on the other line. 

"Well, that's the reason why I called. I was wondering if we could come now. That's great then mom. We will see you shortly." A smile formed in her lips. "Bye, mom. I love you." Then she ended the call.

"Mom is inviting us tonight for dinner. I'll go and get ready." She stood up excitedly, and then stalk on me and gave me a brief kiss before she strode off to her room.

I just watch her and then decided to get ready myself. I met Mr. Salvo already. He was warm and nice old man. At first, he was scrutinizing me, then at the end, he warms up and opens up to me. He warned me to not even think of hurting his precious daughter which I highly agreed on otherwise, he'll come and hunt me even on his death. 

I shouldn't feel edgy of meeting her family since I already met the old man Guidici, but I still felt this odd edgy feeling. I shook it off and quickly walk inside her room which is going to be my room now, and lay on the bed, kicking the shoes off. 

I pulled my phone out and check my emails instead while waiting for her to be done and I'll shower next. I saw some miscalls and my eyebrows scrunched when I saw zio Carmine Castellano. He never called unless it's important. 

I decided to call him back. 

"Zio," I started as soon as the call connected.

"Figlio," his voice is excited and my curiosity picks up why he called me.

"I'm sorry, I just saw your call. I was too busy." I apologized and I heard him chuckles. 

"No, no, it's alright figlio. I was actually here in New York. I just thought to see you before flying back to Italy." His accent is too prominent as second ticks. His English is fluent, except his accent is too pronounced.

"Of course. How about tomorrow morning. We could have lunch together." I suggest.

"Perfect. I'll see you then tomorrow, maybe we could try some Italian restaurants here. Do you know any authentic one here?" He asks. 

"Yes. I'll pick you wherever you are tomorrow and from there, I'll drive to the Italian restaurant I know." I responded briefly. 

"Perfezionare. Ci vediamo presto , figlio." (Perfect. I will see you soon, son.)

The call ended and I heard the washroom door opens. She emerged with a towel wrap around her and she looks adorably hot. 

I stifled the urge to yank her and take her again since I can't promise I won't add another mark on her delectable skin.

I quickly headed to the washroom and had a shower.

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Everyone is already in their seats in their dining table. I was sitting beside Enna, and on my other side, is his brother Andrew. He looks attractive too and he looks a lot like his father. Angular face, dark brown hair and brown eyes, almost at tall as me. Enna looks like her mom, her eyes, the shape of her face and lips and even the height. 

"I can't believe my daughter was dating a very well-known tycoon," her mom beams at her and looks at me with adoration and I felt so awkward. Enna looks so embarrassed with her cheeks looking flustered red. I just smiled. 

Salvo was just watching us and once in a while he pitch in. He wasn't really talking much to my surprise and I thought maybe, he was just tired. 

Andrew threw me a lot of question as soon as we entered their house and sat on their living room while waiting for the table to be set. "Are you sure you are serious to my sister?" was his first attack and I smiled broadly with reassurance. 

"She's all that I want. I would be a fool if I let her go," I answered confidently and just watch his thick arched bushy brows quirked. He looks unconvinced.

"I know you are aware how good looking and nice guy Zander is, but he was a cheater. How would you convince us to believe that you wouldn't?" he looks straight into my eyes. 

"Andrew, please!" Enna glared at him, but he just brushes it off and didn't break his stare trained on me. The Guidici couples were in the kitchen and it's only us left in the living room sipping with our wines while watching and occasionally chatting.

"I wouldn't be here if I'm not interested. No one can force me to be with her anywhere, even her." I said flatly. He was in deep silence for a bit, then a smile formed in his lips which made me feel relieved.

"Well, good luck and I hope you'll take care of her." Was all he said and then he started teasing his sister. Enna was already completely vexed. I could see the love on both of them and I remember my sister, Ellona. I missed her and she was so sweet too. She always likes to tease me and sometimes pulls a prank on me.

"So are your family from Italy, Gio?" Mrs. Guidici's voice pulled me out of my short reverie. 

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded smiling tightly. As much as possible I don't want to talk about my family. It would only lead me to reminisce the day they were found dead, which I tried to forget as much as possible because it always brings nightmare at night. 

My body is starting to tense up. 

"Are they back in Italy? I really miss Italy. I wish we could go all together and have a vacation there." She blabbered continuously and my muscles tightening. She looks so happy as she started eating and I bit my tongue to hold the irritation starting to build up in my system. Andrew and Salvo were staring at me, waiting for my response, looking so curious. Enna was looking at me with apologetic eyes. I just gave her a weak smile and she resumed eating.

I stared at Mrs. Guidici when she looks at me with a sweet smile plastered on her face. 

"They are all dead. Slaughtered in our own house," I discreetly clenched my jaws after, and almost pat my back after managing to talk casually.

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