two | viper.

MILENA'S P.O.V

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THE SOFT WINDS hit my face gently as I stared outside the car.

"Hey, Mil! Do you know that Viper is in town?" Michael stated, his voice slightly on edge.

We were on the way to our home. After my little breakdown at Starbucks after learning about Nate, Mic was able to console me to a certain extent by treating me to some chocolates.

Look at me joking. Life is too short to be not making jokes after having mental breakdowns.

"Viper..why does that name ring a bell?"

"Viper, he is a big name in the business industry! Like in simple words; he is mad rich. I got some news from my sources that-" He rambled away as I shook my head, my head throbbing painfully.

"Mic, I am not feeling quite well now. My head still feels dizzy. Let me reach home and take a shower, then tell me all about him, all you want." I mumbled, toying with a loose thread peeking out of my jacket.

Michael nodded his head in understanding. The rest of the ride was quiet and I closed my eyes, losing myself in all those bottled fairytales I doubted I would ever get to experience in real life.

I hurried into the house and we parted our ways, from where he went to the kitchen to make brownies, my favourite, and I rushed to the bathroom to take a nice, long shower.

I swear to God, if he wasn't gay, I would have married him long ago.

I turned on the shower and let the hot water embrace my skin. As soon as the water made contact with the scar on my back, all those surpassed memories came back crashing onto me, like a tsunami wave. The sizzling water slid across my skin, distracting my mind momentarily.

His last words still rung in my ears;

No matter where you go Kitty, I will come and find you. And then I will take my Kitten back, no matter how much it costs me.

After dressing up, opening the curtains and letting the sunlight filter in ; I stretched out, feeling fresher and better.

And then I called my sister, Milly. Talking with her was nice, she usually didn't have much free time amongst all the hustle and bustle of college life. Her boyfriend, Matt seemed like a sweetheart. I was really happy for her, at least maybe she could have a normal teenage, which I was very harshly deprived of.

That's when I heard the sound of a vessel drop from the kitchen and some muffled screams.

I was immediately on my toes, and quickly bid my goodbye. I picked up my alarm clock, which was nearest to me at that moment, and it was pretty heavy, and could easily hurt anyone if thrown properly. All my days of archery -- which were zero days -- I was dependent on them.

I walked to the kitchen cautiously, with the alarm clock poised in my hand as a weapon.

What if it was an alien invasion? No, not alien invasion. Hm, kidnapping? Man-handling? Robbery?

What if there were some secret agents breaking in for some confidential information that was hidden somewhere and we didn't know about it?

It wasn't the time for my over-imagination. Nope. Nope.

After finding the kitchen empty, I rushed to the living room and to my, surprisingly not so surprise, there was Michael, being held hostage.

Was I dreaming?

There was a gauge stuffed in his mouth, his hands were tied to the arms of the chair and his legs were tied together. And there was a man, probably their leader, with dark blonde hair, sitting opposite Michael in a chair, my chair, with his back to me. There were three other men with him and one of them had dropped my precious bone-china vase.

That man was going to pay for that. Literally.

Fortunately, none of them had noticed me there. I was making my plan to rescue Michael just when one of the shady men pulled out the gauge from his mouth and shoved some water in his mouth.

That was rude!

Then, after about a minute, the probable leader growled at him,"Where is she? I need to talk to her." I could hear his thick Italian accent.

Damn Papi, calm down, this wasn't any werewolf shit. No need to growl.

It's like I had heard his voice somewhere, but couldn't quite place my finger on it.

Michael pleaded,"Please leave her. She has done nothing. Like she isn't even a detective, she is a banker!"

That man let out a chuckle which was actually pretty hot."Michael, both of us know that we need her for him." He said in a low voice. I let out a low whistle in my mind.

Woah, I wondered who they were talking about?

Michael had his mouth sealed and it only riled the leader up. "Sion, make him spill all the information."

I looked for Sion and to my horror, the most muscular amongst them was Sion. R.I.P Michael.

I kissed the alarm clock. "Make me proud, chica." I whispered to it, aimed it at Sion's head and threw it.

And my throw was very successful. It hit him right in the head, as he clutched his head and collapsed.

Everyone turned to look at me, guns poised in their hands. Oh holy shit, abort mission, abort mission, oh holy shit. They were armed. Muscles, which I had a lack of, wasn't definitely going to work.

I took a sharp inhale as my eyes snapped to the leader, the same gorgeous human from Starbucks.

Be calm, be calm, handle it calmly. I whispered to myself as I gave the dude an awkward wave.

"Hi?"

"Gesù Cristo. Cosa diavolo stai facendo qui?"

I threw my hands up in surrender, startled by his sudden aggressive outburst in some language that sounded suspiciously like Italian. "I only speak English, you stale ham sandwich of a human!"

The blue eyed giant motioned everyone to lower their guns as a brunet dude burst out laughing.

"Hey you." I pointed at the brunet dude who was laughing,"You broke my bone-china vase, you better pay for it or I will steal one of your kidneys when you're sleeping and sell it to have my money back." I threw him a dirty look.

"I like her." The quietest dude with platinum blonde hair mumbled quickly.

"Thanks."

"You." The blue eyed macho, let me correct myself, the blue eyed daddy pointed at me. "Did you follow me?"

I snorted. "Yo Italian hunk, this is my house. And I totally don't appreciate you barging into my house with guns and three other skyscrapers."

"Did she just call us skyscrapers?"

The brunet man mumbled to the platinum blond dude and he nodded.

The Italian hunk just looked at me, his eyes wide.

I snapped my fingers in front of his face. "Hello? Why are you here?" I spoke slowly, maybe it took a lot of time for words to register in the man's head. "Are you here to take money for your shirt that my frappuccino ruined earlier?"

His eyes snapped to me and he glared at me as I stopped snapping my fingers and lowered my wrist.

"You are Milena Francis?" He almost shouted, out of disbelief.

"Yes, you idiot. Now look I will give you all the money you want, will you please get out then? I have got brownies to eat." I tried to speak to him calmly, getting slightly bored of the conversation.

"So, you are the woman, I have heard of."

"Yes, and also I didn't know I was famous," I mused,"But okay honestly, I have called 911 and they will be coming soon, so if you don't want police to drag you out, chop chop fellas!"

He looked at me and chuckled. "I am Viper or more widely known as Alexander Ferrari. And police got nothing on me, ragazza."

Ah shit, my empty warning was of no use. Wait, Viper? Alexander Ferrari? Holy shit.

My eyes widened. My mouth twitched as I tried hard to bite back more sassy remarks. Jeez, he could kill me and my body would be in pieces with all parts distributed evenly among all the five oceans and no would know.

"Why, ragazza? Afraid of me? Aw." He chuckled, running his tongue over the inner side of his cheek as his thumb slid over his bottom lip.

"Me being scared of you doesn't change the fact that you are still a prick." I squealed out, mentally slapping myself.

His lips quivered and I bet he wanted to smile, but because he had to live up to his reputation, he tried to control it.

"Now, that's not a way to talk with a man like me, is it?"

"And that's not a way to talk with any woman, is it?"

"You have got a big mouth. One day it is going to get you in trouble."

"You are saying that I will get in trouble?" I snorted. "You are trouble dude, get outta my house and life and I will be absolutely amazing."

"Oh, is that so? What if I don't?"

"Yes, it is. And also if you don't get out of my house I will fight you."

My eyes went wide after the words I said ran in my head over and over again. I was so screwed. He was going to shoot me in between my eyes. Fuck.

I looked at Viper to catch him looking at me intently.

"See something you like?" I whispered nervously as his eyebrows shot up in amusement.

But then, as he chuckled and slightly shook his head, his eyes glued on me, I for sure knew I was screwed.

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