Betraying Giovanni

Chapter Two: Parting ways

Chanel is asleep when she suddenly feels exposed, she slowly opens her eyes and finds the man staring at her, it looks like he is undressing her with his eyes, she felt naked or maybe she is. She looks down at herself and is relieved when she sees that she's still dressed.

"You're awake?" he says in a deep Italian accent.

Chanel stretches in her seat; she is going to need a good hot yoga session today and thank God it's her day off too.

"You're alive," she yawns, "How are you feeling?"

Her voice is so sweet, sultry, and different, definitely not American but it's like music to his ears.

"I'm good, thank you for saving my life, I'm forever indebted to you," he says with a sweet smile.

"I was only being a good Samaritan," she looks up at him and he's smiling back at her with his pearly white teeth.

Damn Italians and their good looks, Chanel curses.

"Does this good Samaritan have a name?"

"Chanel," she stretches her hand out, he takes her hand into his and instantly a fire is lit, he brings his lips to her soft hand and gently kisses it, sending shock waves through her body.

"Vincent, a pleasure to meet you, amore," he smirks, his intense blue eyes met hers and the connection's made, her fate's sealed, and they both knew it.

She quickly pulls her hand away and clears her throat, "Likewise."

"You look hungry, would you like some breakfast?" he asks.

For a guy who suffered two gunshot wounds, he was making a speedy recovery.

"I could eat," she nods, Vince picks up his phone and calls someone, he speaks in Italian.

"Portare mi colazione perché due," he says.

[Translation: Bring me breakfast for two.]

"Grazie," and he hangs up.

[Translation: Thank you.]

He turns and looks at Chanel, she's beautiful, and her chocolate skin just looks good enough to eat. He wants to lick her all over, those big perky breasts, pressing against her bloody shirt, she needs some new clothes, those jeans don't do a good job hiding her ass, and he wants to squeeze it so badly.

"Eyes on my face, buddy," she says as she walks back to her seat.

Vincent closes his eyes, "I apologize for amore."

He leans back into the bed and sighs; he's going to need a therapeutic session with his right hand once she's gone.

"So, what happened to you? Who were those guys? And don't even think of lying to me Vincent," she asks, Vince lets out a sigh.

An inquisitive one she is, great, Vincent thinks.

"It's work-related, they wanted to try their luck in stealing my money and not paying it back but sadly, they failed. I have to find them and kill them now," he explains, he didn't have time to lie, and she saved his life, the least he can do is be honest with her, right?

Chanel nods, good to know.

"Oh, okay," She nods.

Now you've scared her, nice move Vince, he mentally slaps himself in the face.

"Don't be scared, Amore," he says reassuringly.

She shakes her head, "No! I may have told their number plate to the police, what if they come for me?"