09: Emilia

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-Emilia-

My eyes focused on the way that his fingers were curling at me. Letting out a shuddered breath, I walked over towards him with confidence in my stride as his eyes never left mine the whole time.

I haven't seen this guy in three weeks and now all of a sudden he wants to make a grand entrance?

Sitting down right on top of his dick, I kicked my feet off to the side and wrapped my right arm around his neck as my left one wandered all over his chest. I looked directly into his eyes as I gulped and he smirked at me.

"Hello Emilia." He whispered in my ear and I shivered at the stinging feeling of his breath on my skin. I was burning up under his presence and my legs were slowly tightening together as his fingertips dragged slowly across my skin.

"Hello fuck knuckles." I muttered back to him as I looked down at his tattoos. Salvatore who was sitting on the spot one over chuckled to himself and I looked up at Vincent and bat my eyelashes at him innocently.

"Careful cucciola....I still get to say when you owe me..remember?" He whispered roughly in my ear and the thought of him railing me on this couch filled my mind. [translation: puppy]

"I didn't forget." I whispered back to him and he smirked at me while placing his left hand on my lower back.

"Forgive my absence these past few weeks. I've been trying to catch up with work." He said as his fingers found my brown locks and played with it.

"You were gone? I didn't even notice." I teased him and all the men in the room looked over at the two of us. His grip on my lower back tightened and a few men chuckled.

I diverted my attention from him and looked at the rest of the men in the room and I was struck with fear as I seen Carlos sitting not too far away from us. He was glaring at me with a lethal stare as if he were waiting for me to make a wrong move.

I gripped onto Vincent out of a reflex and he furrowed his eyebrows and pulled my hand off the back of his neck.

"Are you okay mia cara?" He asked me and I realized that my breathing was becoming harsher and scattered as I continued to stare at the deadly mobster sitting across from us. [translation: my dear]

"Emilia." Vincent said grabbing my chin and turning my face towards him. I flinched a bit and I met his eyes that were filled with worry as he looked at me. His hand caressed my cheek softly and I focused on the comfort in his touch as I stared at him to calm myself down. Slowly, my breathing returned to normal and I blinked away a few tears and smiled.

"I-I'm okay.." I told him quietly as I rested my head on his shoulder. Surprisingly, he didn't move away and just allowed me to lay my head on him. I continued to grope him and my gaze flickered to Carlos who now had his attention on the stripper in his lap.

Vincents gaze never left my face and I felt him grab my chin and bring my head back up. He narrowed his eyes at me like he was trying to read me like a book and I gulped. His eyes darted to my neck and they widened with fury as he reached his hand over to touch it.

"Emilia what the fuck happened to your neck?!" He shouted angrily, causing everyone in the room to stop what they were doing. My breathing cut off as I stared at the anger that was evident on his face and I could just feel Carlos staring at the back of my head. I realized that I had forgotten to reapply the concealer after my shower and I mentally slapped myself.

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