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Talia's POV:

Walking up to Matteo, I pulled his hand towards the seat. Grabbing a bunch of skin wipes, I wiped across his forehead, cleaning off all of the blood that had stained his skin. Moving further down, I took another one and wiped across his tatted chest. 

His tattoos were very precise and intricate. No tattoo invaded the other and they were all well spaced, they scattered his skin like freckles. He had a mixture of small ones and big ones all smattered across his body. My favorite one had to be the large compass across the right side of his chest. 

Moving towards my little locker room, I collected all my things and asked, "So are we going home?" 

"Sí"

Turning around to walk towards the door, I stopped when I reached the front of it, remembering. Crossing my arms over each other, I waited. 

"What?" Matteo asked. 

Rolling my eyes, I glanced at him and then back at the door. Finally clocking what I was on about, he walked in front of me and held the door open for me. Sending him a small and slight smug smile, I walked towards the front door this time, and once again, he opened the door for me. 

He did this until I finally got into the car. 

"You are so extra..." My conscience chirped. 

I'm a queen and I demand to be treated like one. 

Matteo slid in next to me and said something in Italian, in response the driver rolled up the partition. Arching my eyebrow at him, he offered me a wicked smile. "Whatever you think is about to happen, isn't going to, not with all that blood around your hands." I murmured. 

"So... you're saying when the blood is off my hands, then it can happen?" He inquired.

Using his own words against him, I teased, "Well...it depends what mood I'm in."

Leaning back into his chair and shaking his head, he turned spun his neck to look at me and said, "We are going to Detroit tomorrow." 

Facing him I replied, "Why?"

"To finally get the fucker who killed my father, that's why. So when we get back to the manor, pack your shit, we leave tomorrow evening ." He spoke with finality.

"Can't I just stay here!" I whined.

Rolling his eyes, he replied: "Maybe if I trusted you."

Oh, he thinks I'm gonna run again. I don't blame him.

However, I have had a change of heart. 

He could give me money, power and glory.

Seeing all these strong women may have fucked with my mentality. In a good way though, they talked about not having to work 9-5 jobs and being able to make their own rules to a certain extent. They get to travel the world just because they feel like it. 

I'm successful, but I want more. 

Perhaps I was being greedy and naive. Perhaps, I was in over my head. Maybe all I was experiencing right now was ignorant bliss, maybe I was dreaming a little too hard. 

Maybe this would all come crashing down and in the end, Matteo would end me. 

Or maybe this was an opportunity, maybe this was a chance of a lifetime. 

Maybe I could be part of a dynasty. 

Something more, where I can have an exciting life filled with all I've ever wanted.

Straightening my shoulders I asked, "What do I have to do to get you to trust me? I don't wanna run anymore."  

Smirking sadistically he murmured, "Here's what you can do..."

*Next Day*

It was about 7 pm in the night. All the new clothes that Kaycee had ordered for me had arrived. They were extremely provocative and every piece of clothing fit like a glove. It was like they were designed just for me. Throwing on a black, tight satin dress that stopped above my knees, I picked up the suitcase and carried it downstairs. Angelo and Scarlett were already by the front door, we were just waiting for Matteo and Luca now. 

Scarlett was gorgeous. Her skin was unreal, she had deep cocoa skin and beautiful pouty lips, she currently had her hair in long locks that reached her backside. "So, are you ready?" she smirked.

I nodded my head in response. "Ready."

We all walked into the van, Luca and Matteo finally joining us, they were both rocking black joggers and plain tees, looking mighty fine. I asked where Kaycee was and Angelo let me know she was already in Detroit working undercover. 

She was going to blow up the main house, while we took the club.

Finally arriving at the private jet, I took a seat next to Matteo. I thought there would be more people, I didn't understand how only 5 of us were going to take out Alexai's Detroit branch. The flight was only one hour, so Matteo quickly went over the plan with me again.

Kaycee had alerted us that Alexai wasn't here but his underboss was. His name was Maximal and he didn't know how to control himself around women.

What a big surprise.  

My job was to seduce and restrain him, Matteo made it sound easy but I certainly knew that it wouldn't be. As soon as the plane landed, we were going to go to a hotel and I was going to get changed and have a mic placed inside of my ear so they could make sure I was okay. While I distracted Maximal by taking him to my hotel room, Scarlett would be disguised as a stripper and place the bombs.

She would blow them the fuck up.

I asked Matteo, "What about the innocent people, you know the ones who just came to have fun?"

"What about them?" 

Well then.

We had finally arrived at the hotel and I was currently in a room with Scarlett going through a bunch of outfits. I decided on a one-armed black leather dress. It stopped just below my ass and was extremely figure-hugging. 

Slicking my hair back into a tight ponytail, I allowed my curls to flow freely at the end. I fixed up my makeup and looked at myself in the mirror. In this dress, you could see the tattoo that wrapped itself around my arm and the date in 2009 on my left thigh. 

That was the date my parents died. 

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a "Damn sis, fuck Matteo! Me and you can be together"

Letting out a chuckle I replied: "You play too much, let's go!" 

Walking downstairs to the lobby of the hotel, I stopped and spun around when I heard Angelo wolf whistle. "You look good," he grinned.

"I know," I said cockily.

Averting my eyes to Matteo, I smirked when I saw him clench his jaw. Strutting towards him, I asked, "You like?" 

Tilting his head, he bent down so he could reach my ear and mumbled: "Just wait till you get back..."

He placed a small Bluetooth device in my ear and explained that he would be listening in, if I was worried about my safety at any moment, I should say 'I'm really hungry' and Scarlett would come and find me. 

Hopping into the taxi with Scarlett, we talked about anything and everything. She kept me calm and constantly reminded me that I should always be in control. It took about ten minutes to arrive at the club, walking into it Scarlett pointed me to a dark-haired man with brown eyes, he was sitting at the bar surrounded by a few women who were facing him.

Time to go steal his attention. 

As I walked past him, I made sure that I maintained eye contact.

Walking up to the bartender I asked, "Martini please!" Taking a seat next to Maximal, all I could see was the back of his head. 

"One martini for the pretty lady..." The bartender winked. 

Offering a small smile, I was about to pull out some cash from the small clutch I had in my hand when he turned to face me and said, "Please, let me."

Too easy.

Turning around to face him, I feigned innocence and replied, "Thank you." 

"So..." he started, "...A beautiful girl like you all here alone?"

How fucking cheesy, in my mind I was rolling my eyes. 

In real life, I was giggling like a fourteen-year-old.

Shrugging my shoulders I responded, "I don't know, my boyfriend recently cheated on me, I came here to..... forget about things."

Smiling smugly, he placed his hand on my thigh and responded: "You have come to the right place then, does the beautiful girl have a name?"

"It's Macey." 

"Well, Macey, why don't we get out of here," he smirked.

Nodding slowly, I sultrily replied, "I have a hotel room ten minutes away from here." 

We walked out of the club, but just before we left I saw Scarlett give me a sly side-eye. It wasn't noticeable, but I managed to catch it. 

Throughout the entire taxi ride, he kept on stroking my knee. 

Finally arriving at my hotel room, I pushed him on the bed before he could say anything and removed my heels, one by one. 

Tilting my head, I pulled my hair out of its ponytail and allowed my curls to run free, climbing on top of him so I was straddling him, I whispered, "Close your eyes."

The poor thing actually listened. 

Pulling out a needle from my purse that was placed on the bed I mumbled in his ear " Goodnight"

Pushing the needle into his neck, I watched as his eyes shot open, his hands wrapped around my neck in response.

I thought I would've been scared. 

Feared for my life even, but instead, I felt... cocky.

Mockingly I instructed, "Press harder", his grip was getting weaker, the sedative was working. Pouting, I teased: "Aww you can't feel your arms." 

It took at least ten seconds for the sedative to completely knock him out. 

Climbing off of him, I picked up my purse and climbed off him when I heard his voice. 

"Quello che uno spettacolo..."

(What a show...)