The club we'd arrived at had strobing colourful lights dancing around the room. Sweaty bodies were pressed against each other, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes littered the air.

Myself, Mr Romano, his brother and a few other men all sat upstairs in the VIP section. All the men, including Mr Romano had a woman draped over their laps. It's physically nauseating to watch. Which is why I turned my attention to the bodies grinding on one another below.

Apparently I'm to remain up here and stay out of trouble. His words. That's all he said before finding a girl to make out with. I hope Mr Romano gets an STD.

A woman stumbles into the room wearing a tight silver mini dress with matching heels. "Brother!" She walks over plopping herself down next to me as I'm the closest she can get to Mr Romano.

He removes the leggy blond off of his lap. "Bianca, what are you doing here?"

She rolls her eyes at her brothers warning tone. "It's Friday night! I'm not staying home and doing nothing."

"What do you need? Money?"

"No. Mom and dad kicked me out. Apparently fucking, then killing dads potential client is a big no. So can I stay with you? Pretty please?" She batts her eyelashes.

He looks past me and to his sister "seriously Bianca? You can't keep killing people because they piss you off!"

"Says you! You kill anyone who looks at you wrong. Actually, you don't just kill them! You torture them!"

Am I seriously sitting between these two while they argue about murdering people? What on earth has my life come too?

Bianca looks at me. "Who are you?" Her tone doesn't seem particularly friendly. I don't even have time to respond before she makes her own assumption.

"You're one of his whores, aren't you?" My eyes widen a little. I didn't expect to be called a whore.

"N-No. I'm his m-maid." Dam my nerves! I can't speak without stuttering because of my anxiety. I've been bullied most of my life because of it. Or I'm pitied. The only person who I don't stutter around is nonna and that's after I got to know her.

"Oh, so his maid whore." She really doesn't like me. Her brother cuts in.

"No Bianca. She is just my maid. I don't trust her to go out on her own yet so I'm keeping an eye on her." She seems surprised and automatically guilty as she looks at me.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry! Come let me buy you a drink." She switched up fast. Definitely the alcohol in her systems helping.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Mr Romano steps in.

"Don't worry big brother. I'll keep an eye on her." The leggy blonde that was on his lap previously whispered something in his ear. He smirked.

"Alright, you can go." He says then turns to the back to the blonde. I don't have time to react as Bianca pulls me down the stairs and to the bar.

The second the bartender notices her he immediately comes over, ready to serve. "A round of shots please." She says sweetly.

"Anything for you doll." The bartender replies. Ew. Men are gross.

She splits the shots in half so we have an equal amount each. "Are you ready?" I nod my head and we begin throwing back the tequila. It burns my throat but in the best way. I feel myself getting loose. I've never gotten drunk before. I've drank but never enough for me to lose control. But tonight, I don't care.

We drink some more, I even let her take a shot from my boobs. The men around us watched us like hawks. Eventually we got sick of their stares and made our way to the dance floor.

I felt so loose and free. It's the most wonderful feeling. Normally I'm overthinking and freaking out in my head. But right now? I'm flying.

The two of us lost ourselves in the rhythm of the music. Running our hands over our bodies. "Wanna do another round of shots!!" Bianca called over the music.

I threw her a thumbs up and we make our way back to the bar. Again the bartender spots us and ignores the protests from other people who'd been waiting longer. "Another round!" He simply winks and hands over our shots after pouring them.

We throw them back. "Is the room spinning?" I ask while Bianca's laughing her ass off. At what? I don't know. I think I'm a light weight. Like a feather, maybe a bird. I wanna fly, like too Hawaii. Ooo pina coladas, I want one.

I'd been watching her after I fucked that blonde. What was her name? Abby? Leslie? Adrian? I don't know and I don't really give a fuck. She was also shit at head, I ended up slitting her throat. Maybe some would think that's extreme, I'll just kill them too.

She'd been on the dance floor with my little brat of a sister for most of the night. It seems she was having fun. I've never seen her let go before. It was rather enjoyable to watch. The way her hips swayed to the music made my dick hard. I wanted her in my bed, naked and ready. Tonight that wouldn't happen. I may kill but I don't rape. Anything I do with a woman is consensual. I may have not cared if I didn't have Bianca to look out for so I guess she's a blessing in disguise.

It was when the two of them were taking their second round of shots that I realised my dear little principessa is very much a light weight. It was when her body began to involuntarily sway I knew the night had some to an end.

Leonardo was off with some woman so I got Xavier to come down with me to get my sister. Everyone parted for me, like they should. I own this city after all.

I got to the bar where the two of them stood. Bianca was laughing her ass off. "Xavier, get her home and put her in bed. I'll deal with Scarlett."

He quickly nodded and picked up Bianca who's eyes were wide but she eventually cuddled into him, mumbling incoherent words.

I turned to Scarlett who stood staring into space. But she was making expressive facial expressions as if she were mentally rambling to herself. "Scarlett." I snapped a finger in front of her eyes catching her attention.

"Hey it's ma principessa." She patted my cheek stumbling in her heels. If she weren't drunk I'd have locked her in a cell for being so disrespectful to her superior. I shut down the part of me that found it cute and wants to spank her.

"Can you walk." She shook her head bashfully.

"Alright, I'm going to pick you up okay?" I can see she's not comprehending anything I'm saying. So I lean down and pick her up bridal style.

She begins to struggle in my grip "stay still!"

Ignoring me she begins to move around and climb me like I'm a goddamned jungle gym. Somehow she ends up on my shoulders with her hands over my eyes. "principessa remove your hands."

"No. I can see for you. You just gotta believe man. We can connect our senses.... Like Bluetooth!" What on earth is this little girl on about?

I remove one of my hands from her legs and pry her hands away from my eyes. This is going to be a long night.

I manage to get us outside, no one dared to look my way which is exactly how I like it. It's also beneficial as I don't need opinionated unimportant people judging me for having a girl on my shoulders who's blabbering nonsense.

Outside I notice my car isn't here. Xavier! Dammit. He must've taken it to get Bianca home. Grasping my phone I call my driver and he says he'll be half an hour which only makes me more angry. I'd normally shoot someone about now but considering I'm looking after Scarlett who's completely out of it, I can't just leave her alone and I don't plan on traumatising her even more. I like the innocent aura surrounding her. We don't see much of that in my line of business.

"I'm hungry. I wanna cheeseburger." She whines laying her head atop of my own. Her hair clouds my vision and tickles my cheek.

"Alright sweetheart. There's a In and Out just down the street." She nods her head which I can feel against my own. I flick a quick text to my driver notifying him of my new location then I begin walking with the delusional girl talking my ear off along the way.

I walk into the establishment and bend down so Scarlett can get off. She somewhat stumbles but I catch her before she falls and place her in a nearby booth. "What do you want?"

"Cheeseburger with animal fries and a medium coke."

Heading to the counter I replay the order and wait for the food. I give them points for quick service. As soon as the food hits the table she's devouring it. I despise women who don't eat for the sake of appearances so I enjoy watching her pig out.

When I attempt to steal a fry she slaps my hand away and glares. No one's ever done that to me before. I'm sure she wouldn't either if she were in her right mind. "Mine." She mouth shoving another fry into her mouth.

I sit and watch her eat away. Once she's finished I get up and throw her trash away. My driver sends a text informing me that he is out front. "My drivers here, let's go."

She makes no attempt to move. "Scarlett?"

"Well aren't you gonna carry me?" I sigh and pick her up bridal style yet again. This time she nuzzles into me just like Bianca had done to Xavier and moves to wrap her arms around my waist like a small child. A smile makes its way onto my lips. I may never have a romantic relationship with her but I will make sure nobody hurts her. Maybe she'd be down to fuck?

She's fallen fast asleep by the time we've made it to the car. Before the driver pulls onto the road I make sure her seatbelts on and tucked comfortably in my side.

The drive didn't take too long, I immersed myself in emails for my legitimate multimillion company. It helps with appearances.

Finally once we get home I attempt to wake up the sleeping beauty but she doesn't budge. She's out cold. First I get out of the car and lean in to pick her up.

She snuggles into me yet again and I take her inside. Coming to a stop in the foyer I have no idea what to do. Do I take her back to her room and have the maids look after her? Or do I take her to my room and look after her?

Maids. I can't have her in my room. I check my phone to see what room she's in and grab the spare key. When I manage to move her to my side and unlock the door the rooms completely empty. I should've suspected. Most maids don't come home on their night outs.

My room it is. I take her up the two staircases and make my way to the furthest room down the hall. My bedroom quarters. I open the door, again moving her so I can do so. She stirs a little bit doesn't wake up.

I manage to get her on my bed without much trouble. It's the next step that I need help with. She can't sleep in that dress. It'd be awfully uncomfortable. I take off her shoes first until she's left in just the dress. I don't feel comfortable changing her when she's knocked out. I'd ask my sister but she's in the same condition.

I fish my phone out of my back pocket, unlock it and press dial. "This better be important Dante! It's late."

"I'm sorry nonna. It's just that Scarlett is passed out from drinking and she's in an awfully uncomfortable dress. I don't want to undress her-"

"-Say no more, I'll be there in ten." She hangs up. Nonnas the one woman who can get away with saying anything. I have an immense amount of respect for her. My mother as well. But nonna's my number one.

Ten minutes of staring at her sleeping form nonna busts through my door. "I thought she would've been in her own room?" My cheeks tinge red.

"No one's there to look after her so I brought her up here." She smirks but doesn't say anything.

"Well, get out!" I follow her instructions, closing the door behind me.

Imagine that. Being kicked out of my own room. While I'm waiting I walk down the hall and open Bianca's door. She's knocked out snoring on her side while Xavier lays next to her asleep. Hmm, I'll kick his ass later. Quietly I close the door and walk back.

Nonna exits my room "you look after her, if I so much as hear you treated my granddaughter with any ounce of disrespect the spoon comes out."

"Yes nonna.... Granddaughter?"

"Yes. She has no family thanks to you. She's a sweet girl, I like her a lot. She's very anxious but once she feels comfortable and safe she warms up to you. So I've unofficially adopted her as my own." It's a little surprising that Scarlett's managed to break into nonnas heart. She's sweet but can be a hardass so to see her so protective over Scarlett is quite a site.

"Alright my boy, I best be heading off. Your grandfather told me to not be too long or he'd send a search party." I smile not at all surprised, grandfather prefers not to be called nonno but he's head over heels in love with nonna. He'd do anything for her. I used to wish that I'd find love like that but now after my father I realised that love makes you weak when running this business.

I kiss her cheek and head back into my bedroom. Scarlett's tucked under the covers in what looks like one of my T-shirts. I place a pillow in between us. No way am I spending the night on the couch. I need to sleep well if I'm going to murder people tomorrow. Since she's on her back I get up and push her to her side and place a bin next to her in case she can't get to the bathroom on time. "Sweet dreams principessa." I whisper before getting comfortable myself and allowing my drowsiness to take over