Chapter 19

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Matteo and my brothers greeted the Russians.

"Ah, you must be the princess." A man said, extending his hand.

He looks familiar.

And no. Not from business.

The Russians never ask for my partnership.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you, Mr Ivanov. I'm Lucia." I smiled and shaked his hand

"Please, call me Aleksei."

I smiled again.

"It's finally nice to meet you, Lucia. I'm Natasha."

"Nice to meet you too."

"Hi, I'm Andrei," a boy, I'm guessing Matteo's age said.

"Hey."

"Soooo, where's Adrian?" Antonio asked.

Andrei sighed.

"ADRIAN, GET YOUR ASS OFF THE PHONE AND GET IN HERE!!!"

"ALRIGHT. GEEZ MAN CHILL." A voice yelled back.

A second later, a boy came in.

Oh.

It was the wall guy.

He smirked at me.

"Fancy seeing you again."

He's eyes roamed up and down my body. "Nice dress."

"Dude, eyes off her." Luca and Wyatt demanded at the same time.

Oh look. They just agreed on something.

"Dinner. Shall we?" Matteo spoke, leading us away from the living room.

"Valencia..." Wyatt murmured.

"Dinner first,'' replied.

He sighed and hooked his pinky with mine.

We do this when we're younger.

It has different meanings: apologizing, comforting, forgiving, and promising.

Dinner went by fast.

The Russians and my brothers talked about mafia stuff, Luca and Wyatt kept staring at Adrian, who kept eyeing me, giving him death glare. Me, staring at my food trying to recall where and when was the last time I saw the Russian leader.

I cleared my throat.

"I'm gonna get some air." and left.

"Lucia," Aaron greeted as he opened the front door.

"Aaron." I smiled and walked down the stairs.

I sat on a chair near the fountain.

Something doesn't feel right.

I felt like I was being watched.

Someone came behind me.

I took my dagger from my boots and spinned around.

"WHOA." Adrian stood there.

"Where'd you even get the dagger?"

"Were you following me?"

He shrugged.

He took a step closer to me and I stepped back.

"What do you want?"

Urghhhh. I wanna be alone..

"Let's put the dagger away, shall we."

His hand slowly moved forward and took my dagger away. Brushing my fingertip before removing his hand.

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