Chapter 4

It was two days now, ever since she had left home.

There was no night that she didn’t think about her father.

Franco had dropped her at the bus stop, and that’s where she got on a bus that drove her into the new town.

He was true to his words, and with that, now she had started living with his young sister, that welcomed her and showed her so much love.

“Mia, I’m not sure about this,” she whispered, making Mia, who was adding makeup to her face, turn to look at her.

“Look, Larissa, it’s just serving drinks. You can do it.” 

Larissa looked at the tight open black dress that covered her body with a cream apron wrapped tightly around her waist.

She had light makeup on, and her wavy hair was pulled up in a ponytail.

All her life, she wasn’t used to such clothes, which made her feel very uncomfortable, especially with the fact that the hungry eyes of men would be focused on her.

And on second thought, she wanted this job. It had taken Mia all effort to get it for her, and with sincerity, it was her hope.

Gathering enough courage, she looked at Mia, who was dressed in dark red lingerie.

Luckily enough, she wasn’t a stripper, or else she wouldn’t know if she could do it.

Stepping out of the staff room, they managed to split up.

She had taken a tour around the club earlier, and sure enough, she had to give this day her best.

She walked over to the bar counter, where a young man with dirty blond hair and green-capturing eyes stood mixing the drinks.

He smiled at her as he placed a tray of drinks in front of her while she was a little lost in trying to remember his name. 

“Table six,” he shouted over the loud music, and she nodded, grabbing the tray.

Making her way toward table six, she stood still when her family name was mentioned.

Two men who wore black suits sat with a woman who had light blond hair pulled up in a ponytail with a black jacket.

"Conzalato has to die. We can’t have a new enemy on our necks,” Marcos replied before the sound of crashing glasses and a silver tray touching the floor captured their attention.

Gaetano’s gaze moved from his front to his behind as his hand moved over to his waist to grab his gun in case of trouble.

His blue eyes met with mesmerizing silver eyes that widened in shock.

He shook his head slightly before turning back to Marcos and Aveline, who had followed them a while ago.

Die. Her father. She gathered herself, trying to dismiss the thoughts and not show these men that she heard their conversation or else it may cost her her life.

She bent down and picked up the glasses while placing them on her tray before standing up to take them back.

As she moved to the counter, she looked over at the same blonde one while placing the tray of broken glasses back on the counter.

He eyed it and then back at her. 

“Can you excuse me?” She asked, and he nodded after seeing her troubled face.

She used the back door, smiling at the guard that stood there.

The light winds hit her face as if trying to wipe away the stress and the worst thoughts of the fact that her little salary would be deducted for what happened.

She leaned over on the wall next to the door. And closed her eyes.

Her body still hurt. Her wounds were still healing, not giving her a chance to forget them even for a minute.

She was trying her best not to think a lot about everything.

Silver-liquid beautiful eyes still played in his mind. He was sure he had seen her somewhere, but he couldn’t remember.

He sipped on his wine slowly, trying to process and remember where he had met her before.

Silver-liquid eyes. Red plump lips. Dante Conzalato.

“Shit.” He swore, placing the glass back on the table roughly, and stood up, earning confused looks from Marcos and Aveline.

“Excuse me,” he said and stormed away, following the path he had seen her take.

Marcos looked at Aveline, who was still confused, but that didn’t stop them from continuing their conversation.

He nodded as the guard greeted him and pushed the metal door open.

The stars and moon had lit up the space giving her a smile.

She thought about home, her mom and dad, making her so lost in thoughts to even notice the door being opened.

He stood just a few feet away, looking at her. Her beautiful face was lit up by the moon. Her silver-liquid eyes were with sadness in them, while her red lips were in a thin line.

For a minute there, he was stuck in her beauty before pulling himself out of the crazy thoughts. He had to focus, especially on what was playing in front of his eyes.

“Larissa Lana Conzalato,” his deep voice whispered the name he mainly thought he heard when Dante was introducing her to him a few years ago.

She had grown up so much into one beautiful young lady, but that wasn’t his business.

Hearing someone call her by her real name made her freeze. Had her father found her?

It may be one of his father’s men, and this got her sweating, her heart beating faster in her chest, not giving her a chance to relax.

But how did he ever find her? This got her thinking, especially about the punishment Dante would give her or just selling her into marriage.

She was shivering slightly by now, but to her dismay, she had to gain enough confidence to now face the owner of the voice that just mentioned his name.