Chapter 4. Encounter with the Italian

He stops the car and immediately hears the commotion, frowning as he gets out of the car. In a matter of seconds, the parking lot attendant comes up to him.

"Mr. Garibaldi, shall I park your car in the usual spot?"

"Yes," he says, handing over the keys before entering the exclusive club.

His entrance does not go unnoticed, but he ignores everyone and looks for only one person. He finds him in front of the bar giving orders. Vittorio's staff immediately notices his presence and lets him know.

The blond man turns his face to look at him and smiles, then waves to greet him.

The dark-haired man walks toward him as the people around him step aside. He soon joins Vittorio, who shakes his hand warmly. Typical of him, and every Wednesday.

"My great friend Antonio Garibaldi, it's good to have you here.

"You know why I'm here, Vittorio."

"Yes, yes, I know..." The blond man nods and smiles. "Let's sit in the VIP room, we'll be more comfortable there."

Antonio follows Vittorio's usual path, finds a table away from everything, and takes a seat.

"Don't you want to see tonight's show?" Vittorio asks him when he sees that he is sitting far from the balcony.

"I'm not here for those stupid events, I'm only here for work, then I'm leaving, Vittorio. Don't make me lose my damn patience."

The blond man straightens up and adjusts his suit... there were days when it was impossible to know what mood Antonio was in, and it seems that tonight he was not in a good one.

"Fine, fine, let's talk business.

"The cars I requested haven't been delivered. Why?"

"Calm down, Antonio, it's not that easy to get the models you're asking for. They're luxury cars, exclusive, stealing them has proven to be a complicated task."

Antonio glares at Vittorio, who immediately turns pale. He hears him swallow hard and looks back at his drink.

"The last person who let me down with a delivery was on the news, Vittorio. I don't think you want that to happen to you, or for your damn whore business to burn down with all of them inside."

"Wait..." the blond man smiles nervously. "Don't worry, I promised to find all those cars. You'll have them by the end of this week."

"The delivery was supposed to be today."

The CEO looks at Vittorio out of the corner of his eye, causing a drop of sweat to slide down the blond man's forehead. He smiles nervously and nods.

"Yes, yes, I..." He licks his lips. "I'll have them all by the end of the week, there won't be any more delays."

Antonio drinks his drink in one gulp, puts the glass on the table while watching him.

"If I don't have the cars by Saturday, you can be sure your den will be torn down, your whores will be handed over to all my boys as a reward for their work, and you and your damn balls will be cooked for my dogs."

Vittorio clenches his jaw and leans back when he hears those threats. Usually, his boss never made empty threats.

"You'll get your order for sure."

"I'm sure you will..." He stands up quickly, and that's when Vittorio stops him.

"Wait, Antonio, before you leave, I have a gift for you. For the stupid things I've done, I want to reward you."

At that moment, several half-naked women enter the VIP room. The brown-haired CEO looks at them all indifferently. Then he turns his gaze to Vittorio, who smiles and nods with excitement. One of the girls approaches him with the intention of putting her hands on him.

"I've never slept with any of your whores. What makes you think I'll do it now?" The young brunette stops short and looks at her boss with doubt.

Vittorio looks at his boss and then at the girls who are waiting for his orders.

"They're the best in the business, they've worked hard since they arrived.

"I don't want your damn whores."

"I understand, man, come on... I have something better for you."

Antonio frowns at Vittorio's insistence. Sometimes he wonders why he doesn't just shoot him in the head and end this pain in the ass.

"I assure you, you won't regret it. Bring her..." he orders Isabella.

Within a few minutes, Antonio was tired of waiting for who knows what kind of slut, so he drank the other drink he had and stood up.

"Your surprise bores me, Vittorio," he says, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. "I want the cars in my warehouse on Saturday. If they don't arrive on time, say goodbye to your shitty club."

"Wait, she..."

That's when Isabella enters the room dragging someone along. Antonio looks up as he takes another drag on his cigarette, squinting through the smoke that surrounds him.

"This is my gift to you, Antonio."

The CEO keeps his gaze fixed on the young woman who has been brought before him, looking her up and down and noticing that she looks nothing like the other women in the room.

"What the hell is this? Why didn't this bitch change her clothes? She's filthy, Isabella," Vittorio scolds the brunette after seeing the idiot blonde in her shabby clothes.

"I told her to change."

"You can't do anything right, but we'll settle the score later."

Bianca didn't look up. She was so scared. It was obvious she was being sold to someone, and she didn't want to see who it was. That was her fate. That place was a kind of den where girls like her were taken to be sexually abused.

And that was what was going to happen to her, which was why they asked her if she was a virgin. That man was buying her.

"As you can see, she's not like the others," Antonio looks at Vittorio. "She's a virgin, no one has touched her since she got here, that's why I've saved her for you," the blond man smiles openly.

The CEO turns his gaze back to her, takes another drag on his cigar, and notices that she is not looking up. He had never been involved with one of Vittorio's women; in fact, he didn't like whores.

But she...

He frowns, intrigued. He looks at her clothes; she must be very poor and desperate to seek employment in Vittorio's house. But she doesn't seem like one of those women.

"Look up," Isabella mutters under her breath, and that's when Bianca looks up.

When she sees the man in front of her, her eyes widen slightly.

Antonio looks into the girl's eyes and freezes; they are as blue as the sky. And that innocent girl's face is very attractive; she really is like a rare jewel. The CEO takes another drag on his cigar, then exhales the smoke.

"So it's for me?" He puts out the cigar in the ashtray.

"All yours..." Vittorio grabs her by the arm and pulls her abruptly toward him.

As soon as Bianca is a few inches away from that man, she can see that his eyes are darker than the night itself, truly frightening. And it's not just her who fears him, even the idiot who pushed her into that man's arms is terrified of him.

Antonio looks down. She is a very short young woman with long blonde hair, albeit somewhat damaged, and full lips that are quite tempting and provocative. The CEO licks his lips and makes a move to place his hand on her cheek.

But just then, he noticed a tear welling up in her eyes, and that stopped him in his tracks.

"I have a special room for you two. I'm sure you'll want to have a great time. I'll prepare champagne for both of you, and..."

"Shut up!" he says, looking at the blonde in front of him. "She's coming with me."

"What?"

Vittorio didn't expect his boss to ask to take her. The truth is, he planned to keep her. After Antonio used her that night, she would go to his bed. And from there, he would let her work in the business, but take her?

"Take her with you?" he smiles mockingly. "What do you mean, take her with you? Where to? If you take her to a hotel, I already told you that they'll be very comfortable here, no one will interrupt them.

"I'm not going to fuck her in your filthy dive," he said, still looking at the blonde who couldn't take her eyes off him. "She's a gift, isn't she? In that case, I'll take her with me, and it's none of your business where."

Isabella looked at her boss, then at Bianca, and then at the guy who was going to take her away. The girls told her that this man was very mean, always speaking ill of all of them, and they said that Vittorio was very afraid of him.

The young brunette felt sorry for the girl; she probably wouldn't make it through the night.

"No, of course not..." She clenches her jaw as she looks at the blonde. She didn't like Antonio taking her away, but what the hell could she do?

The CEO looked at the girl, who had suddenly turned pale, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her forward with him.

Vittorio stepped aside as he watched them take away the best jewel in his treasure chest.

"Damn it, damn Antonio..."

[...]

Antonio walks toward the exit with that lazy girl. He was practically dragging her, but he had no intention of letting her go. As soon as they reach the exit, they immediately bring his car and he walks with the girl toward it.

He pretends to put her in the car, but she refuses. He looks at her with a frown.

"Get in," he orders her in a hoarse voice, and that's when she looks at him and shakes her head while glaring at him with hatred. Her response infuriates him. "Get in the damn car.

She continues to refuse as she begins to cry, and he can't stand it. He clenches his jaw so tightly that the bones in his face stand out. He opens the car door abruptly, and in that split second, she escapes.

But she doesn't get very far because he grabs her by the waist and holds her tightly.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

He hears the woman start to sob like a little girl as she struggles to free herself from him... Antonio lifts her body off the ground and easily manages to get her inside the car, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?

When she gets in the car, the blonde jumps on him and starts hitting him, but he manages to grab her wrists to stop her from attacking him.

"Stay still, damn it, you're pissing me off..."

"Let me go..." she says through tears.

"Ah! You can talk?" he says as he pushes her back into her seat.

But the woman wouldn't stay still, so he couldn't drive with her hysterical beside him.

"Damn you..."

"Let me go..."

He gets out of the car again, pulls the blonde out of the car as best he can, and opens the trunk. He lifts her with one arm and carries her to the back of the car.

When Bianca sees that he is going to put her in the trunk, she tenses up and becomes even more intense than before. She knew it wasn't right to act that way, but if they were going to rape and then murder her, it was better to fight to the end and die with dignity.

"Noooo, you miserable bastard, let me go. You're a jerk, you're worthless."

Antonio puts her body in the trunk and sighs, feeling his blood boil at that very moment. He puts his hands on the back of the car while he hears the blonde insulting him to death.

She didn't seem so aggressive inside, but as soon as they got out, she became someone else. On the other hand, he was in time to leave her to Vittorio and let him do whatever he wanted with her.

But... why didn't he want that?