Neglected Limits

34|Red regret

Matteo

"Have you found him?" I asked, placing the phone on the dresser and putting it on speaker.

"Er, so we've got a problem," Sam said.

I put my Rolex on, annoyance rolling off my tongue as I spoke. "What?"

He cleared his throat. "It seems that no one knows about the man. I've spoken to a few men of the Gatello, former men even, and even tried hacking into the Gatello system to get anything if Fernando spoke about it in his office. Niente."

"What is that supposed to mean? Figure it out." I said.

He cleared his throat again. "Right, well it's definitely going to take longer than a couple hours."

I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and walked back towards the phone, drying my wet hair from the shower.

"How long will this take, then?" I asked.

He hummed before speaking. "A couple days. Probably a week."

I put the towel back in the bathroom and put on a black dress shirt. "I need it done faster." I said.

"I'll work on it as much as I can, okay. But I'm telling you this is fresh news, no one has any idea about the engagement."

Grabbing my coat, I picked up the phone. "Fine, I give you three days. Work your ass off, and get it done." I cut the call and placed my phone in my pants' pocket.

Grabbing a gun from my closet, I placed it in my leg holster, and walked downstairs.

The living room and kitchen was quiet, and everything looked the same. I was surprised Bianca hadn't broken a couple things or tried opening a few drawers. She'd seemed pretty angry when I left her last.

Walking to her room slowly, I stood by the door and decided to knock.

I almost laughed. Matteo Vensi, who didn't give a fuck about privacy, broke down doors and opened them as he pleased. And here I was, knocking on the door like a polite gentlemen.

I got no reply from inside.

"Bianca?" I asked. Yet again no reply.

"I'm going to come in." I said, putting my hand on the door handle.

I hesitated, the only reason I even knocked in the first place was because I was worried she's changing.

I don't want to go in and see her in a bra or worse in her pan— shut up Matteo. You can't be making up vivid images of her in sexy lingerie, her skin red and raw from— I was doing it again.

I looked down at my pants and groaned. "Fuck." I murmured. "Think of something else." I mumbled to myself.

I quickly removed my dangerous thoughts of her, and thought about Papa, and what shit he might be hiding from me now.

That almost worked.

I cleared my throat. "I'm going to come in." I said louder now. Again, I got no reply. "Fine then." I said before opening the door.

The door smacked against the wall as I entered the room, making a piercing noise. Bianca appeared from the bathroom, in a red dress, her face full of confusion.

"What?" She asked her voice full of irritation.

I froze. My entire form was frozen in place, I wasn't even sure if I was breathing.

Bianca was wearing a red drawstring dress, each inch of the material sticking to her body until it went down to her calves and flowed out. Her hair was brushed behind her shoulders, exposing her skin, and making me want to look lower and lower.

The dress was like the one she wore the first time we met. Except that one showed off her lean leg, and this one hid both. I was thankful for the added coverage. Because this time, I don't know if I'd be able to stop myself.

She eyed me for a second before rolling her eyes and walking to the dresser. Picking up a lipstick, she carefully shaded her lips a dark red, her eyes focused on the small task. One of her hands was placed on the dresser, as she leaned in to get a closer look in the mirror.

I couldn't take my eyes off the way her hand moved and slowly dragged the lipstick across her lips.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and she stilled, her mouth agape. I kept my gaze locked with hers, as she swallowed before breaking the eye contact.

She put the lipstick back down and that's when I saw the dropper on the dresser.

The same dropper I'd gifted her. She'd even brought it here. I felt my shirt collar itch, my body temperature rocketing high.

She grabbed the dropper, and her head slowly came up again to meet my eyes. I held her gaze, the silence thickening the tension.

Before I could process my movements, I was walking towards her, and stood behind her, as our gazes were locked. I brought my hand next to hers and took the dropper from her.

"Let me do it." I said.

I saw her visibly swallow, but other than that she didn't decline. I was almost surprised by her lack of response.

Still keeping my eyes on her through the mirror, I twisted the bottle open and squeezed the top to capture the liquid in the tube. I dropped a couple of drops of the perfume oil in my hand before discarding the bottle on the dresser.

She kept her eyes on my hand as if she was forcing herself not to look at me.

I rubbed the perfume oil on my hands before placing my hand on her neck. Her entire body went rigid, as her breaths came in faster. I felt her pulse quicken, driving me insane because I was obsessed with the way her body reacted to me.

I rubbed the perfume into her skin slowly, before slowly dragging my hand down her arm. She pressed her lips together, and when she brought her eyes back to me I saw how much she hated this. She hated that it felt so good when it shouldn't. I could read her like an open book right now. All her emotions were displayed in those eyes at this moment, and I felt those same emotions.

She seemed so fucking vulnerable, I could see how much she hated me for this. I hated her for existing too. I wish her and I never met, I wish I never got engaged to her sister. Or even breathed the in the same room ever.

I rubbed the rest of the perfume into her wrist before I stepped away. Because I shouldn't have done any of that. I shouldn't be thinking about any of this.

I walked back towards the door. "I'll see you outside."

I sat on the sofa in the living room and laid my head back. "Fuck you Matteo." I mumbled to myself.

I was a fucking lunatic. I was even more barbaric for doing what I just did. She was my fiancé's sister for fuck's sake.

Even though I knew how wrong it was I still wanted to go back into that room right now and rip that dress off of her and do with her as I pleased.

Made men were cruel people, but even a made man didn't have thoughts about his future wife's sister like that.

This was another level of fucked up.

But for some reason, when I thought of Bianca, the level seemed worth it.

(End of chapter)