She Knows

CHAPTER SIX

People stared at me from head to toe as we continued to walk past cars and people, but I just smiled. Despite their size and intimidating presence, Francesca remained unfazed as we approached them.

Even though we were walking far apart, I was able to identify someone. Out of the three men, one was someone I knew.

F*ck! He is the man I was staring at. Marcel had become envious of the man I was staring at.

The closer I got to him, the more attractive he appeared. As I walked up to him, a bead of sweat began to run down my cheeks; his gaze kept flicking from my hips to my face. It was embarrassing to see that he was clearly undressing me with his eyes.

When guys check my butt out, I usually get butterflies in my stomach and blush, but this time, I felt afraid.

"Adrian, this is Iridiani, my friend.” Francesca made the introduction. When I looked at the man next to him, I wanted to drop my jaw. His size resembled that of a tank.

He was so tall, in fact, that I had to c*ck my head slightly to look at him, and he was so muscular, he looked exactly like The Rock.

If he was, it would not surprise me.

Where did she meet this Goliath? I glanced at Francesca, who was paying much attention to Adrian winking at her.

This made me smile. The man she had introduced as Adrian had a strong jawline with light stubble, dark brown eyes, and a cleanly shaven head. He was quite the handsome man.

"Hi.” I extended a hand in greeting with a smile. With an expression of boredom, he glanced down at my hand and let it hover before giving it a shake. Well, that was lovely.

I had to ask myself who the other person might be. I had been staring at the same man. It felt wrong to be standing in front of him, staring at him like that.

“Who's that?” With a trembling breath, I asked.

“Oh. Right. He goes by Vincenzo, his elder brother. She said, giving an example while introducing him. I gave them an awkward smile and gave them a long look.

They were gigantic! They were both the same height, but Goliath appeared to have a more muscular build.

Additionally, Vincenzo had such cunning eyes that I shuddered whenever he looked at me. I felt almost like pissing in my own urine. "I'm pleased to meet you guys.”

I uttered those words, turning my gaze from Goliath to Vincenzo. It was obvious to everyone that I was anxious, and I would have been perspiring if it were not for the air conditioning.

Vincenzo approached me, taking two steps that caused my legs to weaken, and he held out his hands to me. I buried mine in his enormous palms right away.

"Salvatini Iridiani. It is an honor". He declared.

My!

His voice!

His voice was rough and very deep. Naturally, I did not know what to expect from a guy this big. My eyes twitched and my whole body began to vibrate. Francesca and I stood over the two men for a brief moment.

I remained silent as Francesca and Adrian continued their conversation because I did not know them. There was nothing I could make out that they were saying.

Francesca was positioned in front of Adrian so that her view was entirely obscured by his massive back. She laughed, and soon after, he took her hands and they walked away.

Just like that! Why is she leaving me here with this huge man?

We did not say anything to each other for several minutes. I was at a loss as to how I would leave, and just when I thought I had the ideal excuse, I ran out of words.

Again, the chair vibrated with his voice. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Um..." I trailed, perplexed. Not at all. I already had one.” Saying that I hoped I had answered correctly, I spoke.

With my tail between my eyes, I could see that he was taking a cigar and lighting it when I turned to face the party.

Gosh. I want to leave already. “So… Iridiani Salvatini. You appear too small for a family in the Mafia.

Do you have good combat skills? He asked, blowing out smoke, which made me want to cough. It would be regarded as impolite, though.

"Fighting is not necessary for me." I said, sounding almost irritated.

“When did you return?” After letting some ashes fall onto the ash tray, he leaned back and asked.

"I'm sorry, what?" As if I had not heard him correctly, I shook my head.

What did he mean by return?

Was he asking when I got into town?

What was his buisness with that?

“From the dead.” With that, he continued to blow smoke.

Was this man simply foolish or insane? That was, of course, a perfectly acceptable thing to say to a woman. Nothing was amusing any more. I could feel my forehead furrowing with anger.

"I dont quite understand please. If it wouldn't be rude, I could excuse you.” I said, getting ready to leave.

Glancing down at his ashtray, he began, "That necklace around your neck is the Salvatinni heirloom and the treasure key."

“Uhmm…It's the family heirloom.” I answered, not quite sure what he meant about a family heirloom. He's definitely high.

“Well… then you're supposed to be dead. The Salvatini Heirloom was buried with the bearer, Rosini Conti. Right at the family cemetery. I could remember vividly, you died after your fall from the building. Even though it has been five years, it seems like yesterday.

He stopped talking and then turned to stare at me in the eyes, “So, how come you're back?” Damiano took another look at me.

“Excuse me?!” I took two steps back from him to make sure he understood how annoyed I was. "You clearly misidentify me with someone else, and I will make sure you know that my name is Iridiani Salvatini." Dead people don't talk last time I checked”

What is wrong with this guy?

And to think I was crushing on him.

Ugh!

"The necklace says it all.” My gaze followed the cigarette bud as he flicked it away after finishing. His gaze was resting on my necklace, between my breasts, when I turned to look back at him.

“Hey! Would you stop staring at my cleavages like that!” I let out a start right away, and instead of averting his gaze, he did something that made me understand that he did not give a d*mn about the f*ck*ng cleavages.

He reached out and caught my arm with a force I do not understand, drawing me in closer. He was unaffected by my wince as I recoiled from the pain caused by his powerful hands.

He drew me in closer and said, "Do you not know what you are wearing around your neck, dead lady?" I was unable to understand why he was angry, even though his eyes were the epitome of "burning rage."

I should be the one feeling angry! His breath only smelled of smoke and rage, but I could almost taste it. I was scared to death. He kept running his hands around my lips, face, cheeks and then the necklace.

What was his obsession with this necklace that he had to pull me so close to him and I could feel his chest on my breasts. "Maybe your father will explain better.

Leave!” I felt a shiver run down my spine as he yelled. He took a few steps back, slipped both hands into his pockets, and gave me a look that made me stop being afraid.

I was terrified.

Don't have to tell me twice before I leave! Maniac.

I had moved slightly away from him, but not too far.

Suddenly, a figure stood in front of me, and I could tell by his shoes that this was no typical person. I looked up.

As expected, it wasn't. Andres Salvador Salvitini. My father in the flesh. Face to face with me! Meeting my father after all these years was not how I expected it to go.

Even though he never wrote to me or reached out, I wanted to reach out and give him a big hug just by looking at him. I was uncertain if he shared my thoughts, though.

“Diane! Leave this place and get back to the party!”

With his eyes barely even meeting mine, he snapped. After so many years and be wouldn't at least, look me in the eyes.

“You won't tell me what to do and after all, I'm here for Francesca!” With an arm straddled my chest, I shot back.

What a lovely family reunion!

"Oh and mother sends her regard!” Making silly faces at him, I continued.

Everyone simply stared; some grinned, while others maintained a sour expression. I was certain that my father did not like me and did not want me at this party, even though it was obvious that I was still his daughter.

However, I was not going to let a ghost tell me what to do! Marcel kept on smiling, he made a gesture, asking me to come with him. I was not going to stsy no, of course.

My father has requested that I leave, and Vincenzo has also made this request.

I wasn't going to stay there, uninvited! We had walked off a few meters when suddenly, Marcel yelped in pain.

When I turned around, his face was bowed in agony and he was holding his head.

When I realized there was a blood trail coming from his head and I started to run over to help him, I screamed.

I was lifted off the ground by a massive hand. It happened so quickly that I thought I was going to take off.

I'm so scared!

When I looked up, I realized that the person holding me so tightly was the same one who had asked me to leave his company because he believed I should have died.

“Let me go! You maniac!” I screamed, shaking myself vigorously to free myself from his hold.

“Aiiii…. Carino, Cálmati…. Andres. Where have you been hiding this Cariño?”

This guy had just said a word both in Spanish and in Italian!

Who is this guy?

Clenching his fists and glaring with anger, my father approached him.

“Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! You better thread carefully or this sweetheart here gets her title. Dead!” Vincenzo smirked demonically and ran his hands over my neck, speaking to my father.

"Let her go this minute and we can settle this the family way.”

My father ordered. Marcel moved in front of my father and attempted to take me from Vincenzo, but he suddenly pulled back as a black instrument was aimed at his head.

Marcel had been standing over my father with a piece of clothing pressing down on his head. I had seen this and I hated seeing them.

Gun!

My heart kept racing and I couldn't control it with Vincenzo’s hands over my chest, pressing firmly onto my boobs.

“You better think twice before walking up to me,Non essere sciocco.” he warned Marcel, flinging the gun over his face.

He kept on pressing his hands against my chest and neck and to this point, I was running out of air. When I coughed, Marcel rushed over to punch him but was stopped again with a hard bang on his face.

Vincenzo had hit him with the head of the gun but a gunshot escaped from the gun as he had hit Marcel, the ringing in my ears wouldn't stop and i let out a cry of help.

When I turned to see that the gunshot had struck someone and had not missed, I started crying even harder.

A human being!

A bodyguard.

Vincenzo kept throwing me around, so even though he was not moving, I could not determine if he was dead.

“That could have been you, lover boy! I promise not to miss again! Vincenzo issued a warning.

Again! He missed?

He had tried to shoot Marcel!

OMG!

My lips trembled, I felt like passing out, and I kept making it obvious to my father that I wanted to leave.

Marcel’s head kept bleeding and the sight of blood gushing out from his, the ample of blood gushing out from his head made me want to fly him to a nearby hospital.

My father looked as though he had engaged into a staring competition with Vincenzo's but I knew for sure he was planning his next move and I hoped and prayed that his next move wouldn't be a risk with dire consequences.

I looked at Marcel and the flashback of him warning me to stop staring at Vincenzo earlier on made me cry more.

He had meant every word of it and now I knew why!