ALONSO
Alonso
It’s Sunday evening. I should be out there, torturing someone for a much needed information, assisting my boss in getting everything he needs so he can be back to ruling our family and empire.
But instead, I am in a club, one I wouldn’t frequent even if I was paid a million dollars. And I am here to watch a certain Viviana Ricci. Viviana is a pretty woman, maybe too pretty for her own good judging from the eyes she is attracting. And so is the brown haired girl by her side.
I stare at the information on my phone to remember her name again. Yes- Rosalia Aldo.
A ball of energy in a woman’s skin. She also commands a lot of eyes and adjustment of trousers. I knew women to be either hot or cute. But if there is to be a mixture of hot and cute, she would be the perfect definition. Petite and smokingly dazzling. The green dress she has on shines because of her but more than once I find my eyes being distracted from the person I was told to keep my eyes on and falling on her.
While Viviana sticks to the bar like a lizard would to a wall, Rosalia is on a table, twirling slow and flinging her hair away from her shoulders. She does justice to the song as she sways her hips and slides low.
But I can tell she is not wanting to do it to garner attention. She actually looks like she is having a load of fun. But I doubt her idea of fun is what the men leering at her have in mind. When she decides her knees are beginning to ache, one man offers to help her down the table and be ceremoniously presses one hand on her backside.
I almost shoot up from my seat. Instead, I down what is left of my beer and slam the bottle roughly on the table I’m sat. Those around immediately scatter not so subtly from my environ. Fools.
What? Do they think I’m scary?
Just because I have a lot of tattoos and one ear piercing doesn’t make me scary? If anything, I’ll define myself as artistic. Don Dante Vladmir would most definitely laugh at that definition. I would do anything for that man.
It’s true I have found myself in more difficult situations than one since I chose the life he offered but I will choose it again and again. I will choose it over the boy I used to be.
Over that homeless boy whose uncle chose to abandon without offering an ounce of explanation. Who got bullied repeatedly and got more cuts on his skin than most surgeons would see their entire lives.
Rosalia Aldo sashays to her best friend who is on her second beer and whatever Viviana tells her causes her to laugh. She blinks her lashes innocently at Viviana before mouthing something and off she goes into a sea of people at the other side of the club. I believe she is headed for the restroom.
Her walk is not as coordinated as how it was when the night began and I can tell it is either she is in the last stage of being tipsy or in the early stages of being drunk.
Whatever the case I don’t think it’s a great idea for her to be left alone.
But who am I to think anything? I came here for a job and I am going to stick to that solely.
I turn my attention back to Viviana who has eyes on her phone as she scrolls or chats with someone. I take a good look at her.
I can’t believe she is the same girl whose picture I accidentally saw one day on Boss’s table in his office. He had requested I brought a file to him and while searching for it, the faded picture had fallen out.
Victor, the right hand man to Don Dante Vladmir had told me never to mention anything about the picture I saw to the boss. I had planned on teasing the boss about it but had jokingly told Victor about it.
From what I got to know, the boss has been in search of her for a quite a while and she is the only unreplaceable person in Don Dante’s life. It meant she means a lot to my boss, which means she is important. Highly significant. I wouldn’t mess this oppportunity up because of a very beautiful and radiant brown haired girl who looks like she belongs on the face of every billboard in the world has my blood feeling like its spiked.
But ten minutes later when little Miss Rosalia Aldo wouldn’t come back from her restroom venture, I couldn’t just sit by and sip my beer.