Nobody to Somebody

Chapter 7

Matteo's P.O.V
I had just come out of a business meeting, well a meeting on how we're going to take the French down. People are just so eager to take this down, aren't they? I needed to go back to Italy soon.

I was driving past the block thinking about whether or not should I force Willow to come back to Rome because our business here is done. I don't care if she made a friend she was emotionally attached to. She knows better than to get attached to a girl she barely knows.

Speaking of the girl, I saw the two guys in front of a girl, and when I narrowed my eyes, that girl was Willow's friend. Her eyes were squinted close as she clutched harder onto the backpack as if someone was about to help her. Which I did. I didn't even think twice before taking out my gun and aiming for their crucial part of their body. The spinal cord.

When they dropped dead on the floor, the ragazza stared at me. She looked sweaty, and her hair was a mess but a beautiful mess nonetheless. Her eyes widening at my action to save her was cute.

"Entra." I urged her, but she took her time, thinking if she could trust me.

I didn't kill her, so doesn't that give her a reason to trust me. When I saw the other guy trying to take her bag, she fought back, but she got cut by the wrist in the process. I don't know why, but I was livid. I shot them twice even though they were going to die anyway.

When we got into the car, she looked so worried and scared, and that made me feel some sort of way. She inhaled slowly and exhaled before she calmed down.

I took her hand and I saw it was just a minor cut so I took some cotton wool from the secret compartment of the car where I normally keep these kind of things just in case I get injured or one of my men do. Her touch burned me but I continued treating her like my body had a mind of its own.

She hissed in pain.

"Il dolore fa parte del processo." I said in a hushed voice whilst rolling my eyes. While the the bloody cotton wool which was damped in blood and so alcohol.

She looked at me in confusion and surprise as her lips parted just a little bit but they closed again.

"Did you not get what I said?" I asked as I wrapped a bandage around her.

"I did. You said pain was part of the process. The reason I'm surprise is that you actually spoke to me like a human being." She pointed out, taking her hand away from me.

"Oh yeah." I quirked an eyebrow.

"You also forgot one thing to put on the hand." She said.

"What?" I asked curious to see what she would say.

She lifted her hand up to her lips and gave it a little peck, and I arched my eyebrow in surprise.

"So you're kissing it better?" I smirked, and she looked surprised once again. I saw her body shiver when I said the word kiss and I loved having an effect on her.

"Did the ragazzo just smirk?" She asked, fake astonishment in her voice. The smirk deflated from my face. This girl is bold.

Did she just call me a boy?

"Listen, I'm no ragazzo, I'm a Uomo," I lifted her chin up with my index finger so she could look at me but she didn't have her glasses this time and her eyes were magnificent. Her eyes shined with mischief as I said that statement. Even if I did get laid, why does this feeling feel more satisfying then the sex I had.

"I'll show what a man can do. You won't be able to handle it." My voice sounding slightly more raspy.

She shrugged as my index finger slipped away from her chin, and there was a little pink on her cheeks. She was blushing.