Bloody Valentine

4. Introductions

Bloody Valentine's POV

"Wake up", a loud bang is heard on my door and I groan loudly before turning the shower off and wrapping the towel around me. 

"You don't have to scream bloody murder, asshole", I yell as I close the door behind me. 

"Watch your mouth", the buff man says and I scoff at him before giving him a pointed look. 

"I am right outside. Don't try anything", he warns. 

"If I wanted to, I would have done it last night while you guys were asleep", he rolls his eyes and leaves while muttering something in Italian. 

I quickly dress up in a tight, black jeans, a brown crop-top and my leather jacket. Thank goodness those guys brought my underwear or would have been in a deep trouble. I put my hair in a tight ponytail and apply kohl to complete my badass look. The bastard still hasn't given me my weapons but I will make sure to demand them ad annoy him until he gives in. I cannot trust these assholes just yet. They could kill me anytime they want and I need to protect myself. Not that I am not good at hand-to-hand combat but knives and daggers have always been my strong suit. 

I try to turn the knob but the asshole locked me inside again and I bang my hand on the door which is pulled open by the buff man who looks at me with a hint of annoyance. 

"Couldn't you knock?"

"You forgot to do so before and so did I", I smirk at him and his eye twitches in anger but he composes himself and urges me to follow him. 

"Cannot keep the boss waiting. Come on", he says and leads me through several halls and we take a lot of turns before coming into, what looks like a living room where several men are sitting, talking to Mariano. As we approach them, all of their eyes turn to gawk at me and I roll my eyes in frustration. Anthony snickers under his breath and I feel a little relived that he is safe. 

"Never seen a girl before?", I ask them with a sarcastic smile on my face and they all avert their eyes from me and look at their boss, who has a smirk on his face. 

"Well, you certainly are on time". 

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You are a girl and girls take a lot of time", the boy from yesterday says and others snicker at his response. 

"Well, we take time so when we come out, we don't look like you", I smirk at him and his face contorts in anger and he takes a step towards me but Lorenzo stops him with a hand on his back. 

"Watch what you say to my men, principessa", Mariano says and comes to stand in front of me, with his hands crossed over his chest. I roll my eyes but refrain from making any comments. 

"Let me introduce you to my men", he gestures for Anthony to get up and stand beside me, which he does with a scowl on his face. 

"This is Andrea Russo, my underboss and you will listen to him and follow his orders. Both of you", he looks at us with a pointed look and I roll my eyes while Anthony stays mute. 

"Hello piccolo", he comes forward and shakes my hand. 

"You were there in the car with me yesterday". 

"I sure was", he grins and takes a step back.

"Are you two brothers?", I ask and he nods, confirming my thoughts. 

"This is Fabiano Russo, a capo and the youngest brother of mine", Mariano says and Fabiano glares at me before nodding at Anthony. 

"Moving on, the one who escorted you here is Marco Romano, also a capo", he gestures towards buff man who nods me and Anthony. 

"And you already met Lorenzo De Luca yesterday. He is a capo too", he says and he smiles at me before shaking Anthony's hand who still hasn't uttered a word. 

"Your turn piccolo", Andrea says and I raise an eyebrow at him. 

"I am Bloody Valentine and this is my friend Anthony Davis but I am sure you already know everything about us", I smile at them, annoyance written clear as a day on my face. 

"We sure do but except your real name", Fabiano says. 

"And you wouldn't know it anytime soon or maybe never". 

"Why?", buff man aka Marco asks and I roll my eyes. 

"Why do you care anyway?"

"How are we supposed to trust you?"

"Have I attacked any of you since I arrived here? That's all the assurance you are getting out of me", I cross my arms over my chest nd look at each one of them, judging their personalities. 

"Your turn, hacker boy", Andrea says. 

"I am Anthony Davis and you know the rest".

"Now that this is over, lets get going, shall we?", Fabiano asks. 

"I need something to eat", I says and the men look at me before looking at Mariano. He pinches the bridge of his nose before turning to look at me. 

"Follow me", he says and starts walking towards the kitchen, I guess. 

I roll my eyes at his behavior but follow him nonetheless. 

He sets a plate in front of me which consists of pancakes and fruits along with a glass of orange juice. 

"Eat up. We need to leave". 

"Yes, your highness", he glowers at me but takes a seat in front of me. 

"Why won't you tell us your name?"

"That is for me to know and you to not poke your long nose in", I reply after chewing the delicious food. 

"Once we reach Italy, your training will start. I know you are already good with knives and daggers but not so much in combat so that's what we are going to focus on along with the guns", he says. 

"Why the sudden interest in me and my friend?", I ask him.

"As I said, I have been watching you since your first kill and you will be very good for my business and I never give up on something that could benefit me". 

"You could easily train anyone, why me?"

"I am going to say this only one time, so listen properly. You are feared in the underworld and that's what I want. My men are feared too, but I wanted a woman who could meet their level, and you are that. You have skills better than most of the stupid men that are training under me so I don't have to waste too much time on you and you will make an amazing asset", he says all this while looking dead in my eyes. I stare back and I cannot find any untruthfulness in them. 

"My dagger?"

"As I said, you have to prove your loyalty to me before I give you weapons to you", he says and gets up and hauls me outside with me. 

"Let's go, Andrea", he yells at the man who smiles at me before getting in the car.

Mariano pushes me inside the car and closes the door. Anthony sits beside me, while Mariano sits in the passenger seat with buff man driving the car. 

"What have we got ourselves into B?", Anthony whispers in my ear. 

"Something I hope we won't regret", I reply but keep my eyes trained outside the window. 

The windows were completely tinted so I couldn't see where exactly where we were. These assholes didn't want us to know where we were and they did a brilliant f*****g job at it and this pisses me off even more. 

"Get out", Mariano barks at me as we reach what I know is airport. 

"Don't talk to me like I am your dog", I growl out and he whips his head towards me. With the flick of his fingers, he gestures buff man and Anthony to get out and Anthony does so but not before glaring at me, probably cursing for opening my smart mouth but I can't help it, this who I am and it is never going to change. 

"Watch how you f*****g talk to me in front of my men", he gripped my jaw tightly. I have no idea what fascination he has with my jaw and gripping in his f*****g hands. I shove his hands away from mine and rub my jaw. 

"Keep your damn hands to yourself asshole".

"I can do worse and I will do worse if you don't behave yourself. You work for me now and I can end your pathetic life within a matter of few minutes and after I am done with you, your friend will be the next on my hitlist. So, decide what is more precious for you, your snarky comments or the life of your friend", he growls out like a wild dog and leaves the car, slamming the door behind him. 

I take a calming breath and get out of the car, closing the door softly behind me. Anthony and buff man wait for me near the entrance of the airplane. Buff man aka Marco looks pissed off as usual while Anthony looks a little concerned. 

"Walk faster, will you?", Marco screams and I roll my eyes but jog towards them nonetheless. 

"Does the word patience ring a bell, buff man?", I ask him with an innocent look and he scoffs. 

"I am not a patient person and don't call me that", he struts towards the stairs and ascends them, leaving both of us to follow him. 

"I just hope, we are still alive by the end of the day", he takes my hand in his. We were trained to not show our emotions no matter what but this is something that could potentially kill us and I would be lying, if I said I didn't care. 

"Let's hope", with that we get in the damn plane that will take us to Italy, where are fates will be decided but I will make sure we don't end up dead. 

This is the most uncomfortable plane ride I have ever been on. Don't get me wrong, the plane is nothing if not extravagant and comfortable, but I am talking about the people in it. Mariano and buff man were talking in hushed voices at the back, but still keeping an eye on me, the youngest brother, Fabiano, was staring at something on his phone while the middle one, Andrea, was sitting beside, trying to make a conversation with me and Anthony but we both had our mouth shut, not wanting to give away more than they already know. 

"So, B, tell me where did you grow up?", he has asked me this question twice and not I am at the brink of loosing my patience. 

"You ask me that one more time, Andrea, I will punch you in the face", I growl at him and looking him in the eyes, so he knows I am hundred percent serious. 

"Retract your claws B, I am just curious", he says and raises his hands in surrender. 

"Sure you are", I muse and go back to staring ahead, right at Mariano. I need his attention because I have a lot of s**t to ask him but rather than answering my questions, he resorts to yelling at me for nothing. 

"Avert your eyes while you still have them, principessa", he says as his eyes meet mine. 

"Well, I got questions that I need answers to, so you better give them to me or I am gonna keep boring holes in your thick ass skull until you break". 

"You are threading on thin ice here, principessa. As I told you before, your questions will be answered once we go to Italy. You ask me this one more, I will push you off the plane along with your friend there", he threatens, his eyes twitching with every word that comes out of his luscious lips that I would have liked to taste, if he wasn't this much of an asshole. 

"You better".

"You are in no position to threaten me, principessa. My men would kill you with just a flick of my finger and Marco, more than anyone will jump at that opportunity", he says. 

"I surely will. She is like a mosquito, always irritating the f**k out of people". 

"Well, they are known to suck your blood too", I cross my leg over the other and plane my hands on my lap. 

"So, unless you want me to suck your blood too, give me what I want". 

"You think you can take me, piccolo ragazza?"

"I know so, buff man", I retort and he snorts before getting up but Mariano pushes him down. 

"You two better shut the f**k up, before I shoot you both", Mariano threatens again and I sigh before getting up. 

"Geez, I am going to the bedroom", I say and push Andrea down. 

"I think I will tag along", he says with a lazy smirk playing on his lips. 

"If you wanna die, sure, come along sweetheart", I smile sweetly at him before strutting towards the room and closing the door with a bang.

"B, open the door", Anthony knocks and I wake up from the series of nightmares that haunt my slumber ever single time I lay down on the bed. 

"What time is it?", I ask him, stifling a yawn. 

"We are going to land soon, so come out and take your seat", he says and I nod before following him outside where others are sitting, drinking alcohol that I would love to drink but alas, the asshole won't give me. 

"Here", Lorenzo hands me a glass of bourbon and my eyes widen in surprise. 

"You are going to need it, love. Drink up", Fabiano says and smirks at me and for some unknown reason, I feel a pit in my stomach. 

"What does that mean?"

"You will find out soon enough", Andrea winks at me and before Mariano can even think about stopping me, I gulp down the entire glass, sighing in pleasure. Alcohol has always been my go-to stress reliver and for some reason, I believe the kid when he says I am going to need it. 

Its still four thirty in the afternoon when we land so I can still see everything around me. The view is beautiful as I was always told. As a child, my sister and I, we used to read a lot about Italy and Greece. We were fascinated by their culture, their language and their heritage. We both had decided to visit both the countries but now that I am here, without her, it feels just wrong. I wish she could have seen the beauty for herself. She would have loved every single minute of it but because of some sick bastards, that chance was snatched away from her and I will be sure to bring her justice. My train of thoughts is broken, when Mariano approaches me.

 "Done gawking?", he asks and a grimace appears on my face. 

"I was enjoying it but you ruined it by walking in the line of vision", I reply and he scowls before taking my arm in his sturdy hands. 

"The f**k, Mariano?", I yell but he turns deaf and continues dragging me along with him. 

"Leave me, asshole", I try my best to get out of his grip but it is so tight, that I am sure he's going to leave a bruise. 

"You are in my territory now, so behave yourself or you are going to find yourself and your friend in a ditch, cut into pieces. Am I clear?", he asks, his voice serious yet calm at the same time, which honestly scared me a little but I maintained my composure and nod at him. 

"Forgot the big girl words, sweetheart?", he mocks me and continues walking towards a car, my arm still in his. 

I remain calm though there's a volcano inside me that is dying to erupt. I don't want to land myself in any trouble right now that the beast in front of me is ready to pounce on me and slit my throat. 

"When we reach the house, keep your head down and talk only when spoken to, understand?", I nod but he narrows his eyes at me. 

"I need your f*****g words, prinicipessa". 

"Understood". 

"Same goes for you, Davis", he directs it to Anthony who nods and settles in the car. 

"I will be taking a different one. She is with me. Follow us closely from behind", Mariano barks at Marco and Andrea who nod and get in their respective cars while we get in Mariano's. 

"Your bags are already at the house. Your room will be on the last floor which is well guarded by my men, so don't even think about pulling any s**t. Your training will begin from tomorrow and the specifics will be told to you at that time. Don't try to act smart or you will have to deal with me, which I assure you, you don't to. Anymore questions?"

"What about Anthony?"

"He will be given training in the computers and all that electronic s**t. He is more useful in that field". 

"My dagger-", before I could continue, he interrupts me. 

"You will get it tomorrow. You have earnt a little bit of trust but not completely so, it will be given during the training and taken back until I decide it is safe to give it back to you completely", this seems a little reasonable so I just nod and stare outside. 

"Where are we?", I ask in a soft voice and I am not sure if her heard it. 

"Toscana (Tuscany)", he replies and the rest of the car ride is deathly silent. 

I have idea when I slept, but I am woken up by huge gates in front of me as Mariano passes them. Some people are already waiting there in black suits and I swear, it feels like I have entered into a movie called, 'Men in Black'. I laugh internally at my thoughts but as I about to get down, my door is opened by a man, suited in black. I thank him while Mariano struts inside, with all other following behind. 

"Both of you, follow us", Andrea says and we both do as we are told. 

We stand infront of a huge door and before I could admire anything else, it opens and Fabiano gestures for us to enter. 

Once inside, I see some new faces while all the Capos sit on a sofa and Mariano sits on a leather chair, behind the huge wooden table, staring right at me. His eyes never waver and I return his gaze with the same ferocity which earns me a smirk from him. 

"Principessa, meet the the famiglia (family)".