Chapter 10 #2
I started to have her wait there for me but thought better because if I would’ve come back to see some asshole in her face, this party would have quickly turned into a memorial service.
Instead, I wrapped my arm around her waist before we went to the den where Piero’s bar was located.
Once at the bar, I waved over the bartender Piero hired for the night.
“What would you like, angel?” I question while running my hand up and down her back.
“A white wine will be fine.”
Turning to the bartender, I ordered her wine and a Scotch on the rocks for myself. I gave him a generous tip since he made fast work of getting our drinks out to us. India and I toasted to new beginnings before taking a sip.
India places her glass on the bar and begins to sway to the slow song that filled the room. Putting my drink down, I ask, “Would you like to dance?”
“I would love too.” She replies with a wide smile. “But what about our drinks?”
“Don’t worry about it; I’ll get us fresh ones when we're through,” I respond, taking her hands then wrapping her arms around my neck.
Gripping her hips, I pull her closer to me.
With her body pressed against mine, we began to move to the beat of the music.
We peered into each other’s eyes as we moved in tune.
India began to softly run her finger through the back of my hair.
The feel of her nails against my scalp had me closing my eyes.
It felt so fucking good. She then laid her head on my chest. The music cocooned us in our own little bubble, as we held each other, enjoying the moment.
“Boss, you made it!” Piero yells behind us, ending our moment.
Looking over my shoulder, I see him and another guy, but I was surprised to see none other than Francesca Danese on the guy's arm. She eyes me seductively. Damn, I did not need her shit tonight. She has never given up on the chance of us being a couple. I’ve made it clear to her every time our paths have crossed that there was no way in Hell I would ever be with her.
She is only out for a come up, and I wasn’t it.
I’ve even had to threaten her father because he keeps pushing the girl on me.
Plus, she has been with damn near every guy in the Level.
I’m glad she showed me her true self all those years ago.
We turn facing them with my arm wrapped around India’s waist. Francesca looks at India with pure evil.
“Oh, you’ve brought a guest. Nice to see you again, India.” Piero greets, extending his hand.
India shakes his hand but pulls it away right before he was about to kiss it. Good girl.
“Nice to see you again, too, Piero, and about the other day, I am really sorry about that.” She returns.
“No worries, it’s all good.” He turns to me. “Boss, this is Willam Thame, he just moved to the city and is interested in doing some business with us.” Francesca clears her throat. “You know, Francesca.”
“Hello, Davide.” She greets, holding out her hand. She dropped it when she realized I wasn’t going to take it. “So, who’s your little friend?”
“She’s not my little friend, this is my woman.
” I casually throw back at her. If Francesca’s face were a mirror, it would’ve shattered into a thousand pieces.
Piero chuckles from the side at her expression.
Francesca quickly recovers and states, “Your woman, really? I didn’t know you like to take a walk on the dark side. ”
I feel India tense beside me. Before I could put Francesca in her place, India does it for me.
“Francesca, is it? Listen, honey, not only does my man like to take a walk on the dark side, but he loves sliding up in it too. He’s into the swirl now darling, and no tan will ever get you to this ebony skin tone.
Now, I don’t know what kind of past the two of you had, but that’s all it is, the past. I am his today, tomorrow, and forever.
Don’t let this pretty face fool you. I will beat your ass over what’s mine.
I truly hope we don’t have to have this conversation again because this will be your only warning.
” India gives her a challenging look. I wanted to step in, but if India was going to be my woman, she needed to make her presence known.
India had to let these women know they couldn’t walk over her.
She had to stand her ground like a true Princess and, of course, the future wife of a Don.
Francesca steps forward, closing the gap between them. “Look, you nig...” was all she got out, before India punched her dead in her face. Francesca shrieks out in pain, falling back. Luckily, the guy Willam was there to catch her before she hit the ground.
“Get her out of her!” Piero barks.
Willam nods. “Don Russo, I hope this doesn’t stop us from doing business in the future!” He says, dragging a bloody face Francesca from the room.
“Damn, India, that knee to the balls hurt like a mother fucker, but I bet Francesca is in more pain than I was!” Piero boasts.
Shaking my head at him, I focus on India and see she’s rubbing her right hand. “Are you alright? You tagged her pretty good.”
“Yeah, I think so. My hand hurts like shit, but it was worth it.” She giggles.
“Come on, let’s get you home. I think we’ve had enough excitement for one night.” I tell her before getting some ice wrapped in a towel from the bartender. Carefully, I place it on the top of her hand. “Piero, I’ll talk with you tomorrow.”
“Alright, boss. I’ll walk you two out.”
Victor and the others rush to us when we enter the living room to make sure we were alright.
I told them we were okay and calling it a night.
They, along with Piero, followed us outside.
The driver got out and opened the back door when he saw us.
India said goodbye to the men as we walked down the walkway.
As we reached the door, a piercing shrill rang out.
We whipped around to see a bloodied Francesca running towards us with a large knife in her hand.
Her face looked like a madwoman as she quickly approached us.
My men ran from the house, yelling for her to stop.
When I saw that she wasn’t, I pulled my pistol from its holster, firing a single shot.
The bullet hit her right between her eyes, instantly stopping her.
She dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
India gave her body a once over before getting into the car.
I look over at Piero, who waves his hand.
“Take your woman home, boss. I’ll take care of this.”
I slide into the car and pull India close to me. She lays her head on my shoulder. I hope she fully understood from this incident that I would kill anybody that ever tried to harm her. Male or female, no one was immune to the wrath of the Silent Killer when it came to my angel.