The Enemy Beside Me

Chapter Seven

Constance

This would be one instance in which my father would be disappointed with me. Since I was a teenager, I've told him I could care for myself. I never put myself in immediate danger, but I never avoided it, either. Because my father was a very powerful man, I thought I was untouchable. I never considered the fact that because of who my father was, I was a target.

I cleaned myself up in the bathroom without uttering another word to Scar. Sometimes, my mouth got the better of me, and this was one of those instances where I just couldn't control it. Because of my smart-ass mouth, I said something to trigger my enemy. That was something that every Ricci knew not to do. We didn't back down, but we also didn't make matters worse for ourselves in an already shitty situation. Here I was, talking to my enemy like I had the upper hand. That couldn't be further from the truth.

Once I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, I cracked the bedroom door as I heard Scar speaking in Italian. I was Italian as well, but I was self-taught. My family didn't speak the language growing up since most people here in Milan spoke English. I haven't had to rely heavily on my Italian, but I was happy now that it could be put to good use.

“Mi sono imbattuto in un piccolo problema.” Scar paused, looking behind him as if he could feel my presence. "Yes, you i***t. A big problem. It's Ambrose's daughter, Constance Ricci. We met by accident, and I only found out who she was after bringing her to my place. I need you to keep an eye on her parents. They will be looking for her once they don't hear from her for a while. Create a distraction if you need to. I need some time to figure out what my next plan of action is." Scar ran his hand through his hair, clearly aggravated with whatever his friend on the phone said. "No, not yet. Just do this for me," he said, then hung up.

I closed the rest of the door as quietly as I could and curled up into the bed. Tonight would be filled without any sleep. I couldn't risk Scar coming in here in the middle of the night, ending my life. It was up to me to figure this out and make sure I saved myself. No one else was going to come to my rescue. What Scar didn't know was as close as I was to my family, we may go a week without speaking, depending on circumstances. That would buy him plenty of time to figure out a way to end my life. I couldn't stay in this place for an entire week. It was up to me to figure a way out of here. Scar said I wouldn't be able to, but I wouldn't be a Ricci if I didn't at least try.

As the night went on, I drifted in and out of sleep, unable to keep my heavy eyes from shutting from time to time. When the sun rose in the sky, casting sunlight in through the windows, I got out of bed. Maybe I could sneak around the house for a few hours before Scar woke. At the very least, I could try to find another weapon. My attempt at killing him didn't go as planned, but I might get another shot if I was lucky. His eyes were always on me, so now would be the perfect time to snoop. If I could find another gun, I wouldn't miss this time.

The door creaked a little the wider I opened it. I didn't go down the hall to check to see if Scar was still sleeping because it was too dangerous. If he knew that I was checking on him, he would become even more suspicious than he already was. If I were going to do this, I had to be smart about it.

Sunlight beautifully reflected off the windows. His home was spectacular but much too big for one man. Now that light had shone inside, I was able to get a good look at my surroundings. This place was beautiful, with high ceilings, grey-toned walls, and dark wood flooring throughout. The living room had a gigantic television plastered on the wall, one much bigger than even my parents had in the mansion I grew up in. The furniture was off-white, which was a nice touch to the grey walls and dark flooring. It was obvious that someone like Scar didn't do the interior decorating.

After spending some time in the living area looking for a gun, I prepared to walk into the kitchen as my next stop. The kitchen was massive, twice as big as the living room. It made no sense to have a kitchen this big for one person. Still, it was remarkable. Growing up, we had an old Italian feel to our home. The layout was standard to Italian villas in the area, and I loved it very much. Being here was much different. Even my apartment had a little twinge of Italian in it, but this place was void of that Italian charm. I've been to America with my father once before when I was younger. Scar's place reminded me of their modern take on homes. Either Scar wasn't as Italian as I thought, or he didn't care to embrace his culture the same way I did.

I looked around in the kitchen for a few minutes, pulling out all drawers to try and at least find a knife that I could use. Scar must have already thought that I would try and kill him again because there wasn't a knife in sight.

As I was about to look in other areas, I heard the elevator beep. I ran into the living room and took a seat on the off-white sofa staring at the blank television screen. A minute later, the doors opened, and Scar walked inside with a small towel draped around his shoulders. He had on grey sweatpants with no shirt. Sweat was in every crevice on that man's body, and I couldn't help but want to lick it off.

I could admit that I hated this man. One thing that I couldn't deny was how sexy he was. Many Italian men were sexy, as that was what I was attracted to. Italian men had a way about themselves that made you either want to be them or be with them. Scar wasn't any different. One thing that Scar had over the other Italian men that I've had s*x with over the years was that he was real. He didn't pretend to be someone he wasn't and didn't hide his hatred for my family or for me.

“Good morning, bambina.”

My eyes rolled at the fact he insisted on calling me, baby. I wasn't his baby, or anyone's for that matter. I came here to sleep with him, unaware of who he was. Maybe this was a lesson I should stop sleeping with random men I picked up in bars.

Scar walked over to me, staring me up and down. I was still wearing his shirt from last night. I'm not sure why I put it on other than I didn't want to wear my dress. At least his shirt offered me some wiggle room, whereas that dress was so skintight that I was unable to move around freely.

He placed his hard rock body between my legs, leaning over me until his lips hovered over mine. "You look exhausted. You should get some sleep. Don't worry. When I kill you, it will be with you wide awake to know what is happening to you. I won't take the coward's way out and kill you while you're sleeping. That isn't my style."

As much as I hated this man, I wanted to run my hands all along his firm body. Last night had gone by so fast that I didn't get to appreciate the sight of this man. His d**k was bigger than his ego, which both excited me and made me hate him more. It's been a long time since I've had good s*x. Was it so wrong of me to want him the way I did when I hated him so much? This man wanted to kill my family and me.

Scar must have caught me staring at him the way that I was because he smirked while scanning his eyes all over my body. He moved until he was no longer hunched over me but standing straight up. He placed his hands on my knees and spread them apart, taking a look between my legs. It was good to know that he wanted me as much as I wanted him at that moment.

The only thing keeping me covered was my thong. If it weren't for that, he would have been able to see it all, which I don't think I would have minded. Even if we were enemies, that didn't mean I had to stop vengeance on him just because I wanted to sleep with him once. If my father knew that I was thinking of sleeping with the enemy, he would kill me himself.

I watched Scar's eyes grow bigger the longer he stared at me. His d**k grew to an impressive size, making it harder to control the urge to jump on him and take what I wanted.

He tossed his towel to the other side of the sofa and pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his large length. My mouth watered at the sight of it. I couldn't help but think that even as much as I wanted this man, he would just take it without permission.

Scar must have caught onto that because he wrapped his hand around his length, pumping slightly. "As much as I hate you and your family, I wouldn't sink to the level of raping you if that's what you're thinking. Yes, we hate each other, but I can't hide my attraction to you. I wouldn't need you for that if it was simply about getting laid. There isn't a woman in the world that I can't have."

"You can't have me, Scar."

I was shocked to see him smile instead of hitting me or some other measure of torture. "Oh, bambina, that is the first lie you have told me." I watched him continue to pump his hand up and down his length as he talked to me like we were in a room full of people. I had to squeeze my legs together to keep from showing him how turned on I was. "Even though you hate me as much as I hate you, you still want me as much as I want you. The men in your life before me couldn't compare to the way I can make you feel. Hatred makes s*x much better. I can give you the best orgasm of your life, but that would only piss you off, wouldn't it? To know that your enemy can give you everything you want when other men couldn't even get you off."

A deep scowl set over my face because I hated the fact that he was right. The men I've been with have lacked the capacity to leave me satisfied after s*x. Most of the time, I would have to finish myself off, which was disappointing. I'm a woman who needs s*x, just like a man.

Scar tilted his head back slightly, enjoying the feeling he gave himself. It was nothing compared to what I could give him, but I'm sure he was thinking about that as he pleased himself in front of me. I was tempted to give into him, to let him have me. However, if I did, I was showing weakness. This man would exploit any weakness that I had. He already had too much power over me, so I couldn't give him another bullet to load into his gun.

I stood in front of him, placing my hand on his chest. Scar looked into my eyes as he licked his bottom lip. I let my hand move down his body from his buff chest down his torso. I'm sure the feel of my touch helped to bring him closer as he pumped himself a little faster. I smiled at him as I removed my hand right before getting close to the one thing he desperately wanted me to touch, and I walked off. If I hadn't pissed him off before, this would tip things over the edge, but I was ready for it. If Scar wanted me, he would have to take me against my will because I would not give in to him the way he expected me to.