Rossi

Chapter 13

"Allora dove cazzo è? Devi avere qualcosa su di lui, devo spararti al culo o, peggio, ucciderti?!" Marcello yelled in italian waking me up from my slumber. What a wonderful way to wake up. not.
(Italian translation: So where the fuck is he? You must have something on him, Do I have to fire your ass? Or worse kill you hm?)

I rose from the bed stretching my limbs out letting out a loud yawn. Marcello was probably in his office clearly dealing with something important so what a great opportunity to go and see him.

I knocked on Marcellos office door half asleep, my eyes still adjusting to the morning sunlight "Come in" He shouted. I opened the door to find him manspreading on his office chair and a cigar in between his two fingers he wore his usual attire, a black shirt with black slacks but this time he wore a matching black blazer which made him look even more intimidating.

He opened his mouth to say something but I beat him to it "What was all that shouting about?" I retorted walking slowly towards him looking around at the pictures spread across the office walls. One picture showed a painting of a nude woman breasts full but with no face.

"Work" He replied bluntly putting the cigar out then turning his chair to face his laptop. I took this as an opportunity to sit on his desk, my feet dangling towards him and his eyes move towards my slightly spread legs revealing my panties

"What kind of work?" I teased biting my lip his gaze still fixed on my panties soon reaching up towards my lustfilled orbs

"I'm trying to find the man who killed your father. the man has also killed a heafty amount of women and children too" I looked down at his words feeling a slight pain in my chest

"Have you found anything so far?" I questioned nervously in the hope we could catch this sick bastard and make him suffer

"There's a ball he's attending tonight in new york, we can go but only if you-" I cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips knowing what he was about to say.

"I'll go" I spoke softly placing my hand on his cheek, his stubble pricking my palm. "What colour dress should I wear sir..." I said in a teasing tone testing his limits

"You'd look sexy in red" He remarked stroking my thigh still planted on his desk "Maybe some matching panties...or no panties" He smirked standing up from his seat looking down at me, The dominance clouded his eyes and my breathing hitched which made him raise an amused eyebrow

"Vincent will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because i'm the best there is" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye and I chuckled but his big smile soon faded turning into a slight smirk "You look so pretty" He admitted

"Going soft on me again Mr. Rossi?" I teased running my hands all over his chest tracing his tattooes that were visable through his shirt, a few buttons were undone and a tattoo peaked out that read 'sedurre e distruggere'  Written in cursive