"We'll be leaving now," Vincenzo announces while turning around. "Let's go bella," he calls out to me.

"Bye dad, I'll come see you at the end of the week," I say and he just nods. "We can use the private elevator," I say while walking to the elevator, not really caring if they heard me or not.

I place my hand on the palm scanner and the silver doors open when the scanner turns green. I step inside and the men smirk as they turn to look at me.

They walk to the elevator and step inside, the space becoming much smaller due to their large bodies. "Don't forget about Cameron," Riccardo laughs while standing behind me.

He knows his name?

Lorenzo also stands behind me while his older brother stands right next to me. The elevator shakes a bit as it descends.

I pout and clasp my hands together in front of my body as I wait to get out of this claustrophobic situation.

"Do you go to school?" Lorenzo asks and I shake my head.

The man next to me let's out a heavy groan and my eyes snap up to him. "Verbal answers ," Vincenzo says in a low tone without looking at me.

This man is already telling me what to do, I'm beginning to like him less.

"No, I graduated a while ago," I answer verbally with a bit of venom in my tone and Vincenzo nods, ignoring my venomous tone.

"Where did you study?" Riccardo asks from behind me and I try to not roll my eyes.

"Massachusetts Institute Of Technology," I answer and he hums in response.

"She's a nerd," Lorenzo laughs and I roll my eyes.

Vincenzo groans again, probably hating the fact that I just did that.

Typical possessive man behaviour.

Might also be because he is Italian.

Are all Italian men like this?

I think so.

Damn.

Damn, indeed.

The elevator dings and the silver doors slide open. I quickly step out of the elevator. They follow behind me as I walk away from the elevator.

Vincenzo stays close to my side, his silky suit rubbing against my exposed arm.

"You're too close to me," I groan while stepping to the side. He glares down at me, but keeps the distance between us.

I walk past Carol without looking up at her because I don't want to talk to her right now. "Black slut," she murmurs when she notices the three men behind me.

I stop walking to turn back and tell her off for being racist and disrespectful, but as I turn, my eyes widen when I see her jump up from her chair.

She tries to run, but Lorenzo grabs the back of her shirt and yanks her closer to his side. He pushes her forward so she falls onto her knees in front of Vincenzo.

Riccardo and Lorenzo stand behind her knelt figure.

Her eyes meet mine for a short moment, fear coating her plain blue eyes, before she looks back up at Vincenzo.

"What was that?" He asks while leaning forward to get closer to her face.

He examines her face while she closes her eyes out of fear. He grabs her chin causing her to whimper.

She gives him no reply to and this makes him sigh. He pushes her head to the side and she softly screams.

His hand goes into his coat and my eyes widen because I know what he is doing. "What did you say?" He grits through clenched teeth.

She doesn't say anything and he smirks while pulling his gun out from his side. Her eyes widen and tears form in her bland blue eyes.

"What did you call her?" He asks while cocking the gun.

He looks down at the barrel before grinning at Carol. The employees around us have already stopped whatever they were doing to watch this little show Vincenzo is putting on for them.

Carol tries to speak, but the pained sobs escaping her lips choke her. She coughs a few times and shakes her head.

"Don't kill me," she manages to get out while choking on her sobs. "Please," she pleads for her life and I feel bad for some reason.

She has crossed the line on multiple occasions, but killing her has never been an option. Maybe roughing her up a bit would be a better option.

"You are not answering my question," Vincenzo grumbles while pressing his gun against her temple. "What did you call her?"

She cries harder and louder, and to be honest, this is just so funny, but also a bit painful to watch.

I sigh to myself as I walk closer to him. I stand behind his large frame and put my hand on his back.

He looks down at me and I smile up at him. "Vincenzo, calm down," I whisper while stepping around his frame.

I place my hand on the gun and try to pull it back, but his arm doesn't budge. "Calm down," I say more sternly while looking up at him. "It's ok." I pull on his hand instead and he let's me take the gun from his hand.

I look down at Carol and hold my hand out to her, but she takes the bitch move, and decides to slap it away.

She stands in front of me and scoffs. "I don't get why rich white men would want a black hoe like you. You are–"

I don't even hesitate when I slam the gun against the side of her head. She falls and her hand flies up to the side of her head.

Without hesitating, I shoot the floor right next to her leg. "I'm sorry!" She begins to cry all over again.

"Get the fuck out of here," I grit and she scrambles on the floor. She leaves a trail of blood behind her and I take deep breathes.

I ain't a killer.

I look at the gun for a second before emptying it.

Five bullet casings fall to the floor between our feet, the metal casings clinking against the white tiles.

"You just emptied my gun," he states, completely dumbfounded by this.

I ignore him and turn around, the eyes of the employees on Vincenzo and I. I quickly walk to the doors with the three men following me.

The employees start to whisper about me and what Vincenzo just did and I roll my eyes.

A bunch of gossip mongers.

I push the doors open and step down the few stairs in front of the building. I see the Jeep from last night parked on the side of the road and smile as I walk closer to it.

The lights of the car blink a few times and I take that as one of them unlocking the car for me. I pull the back door open and hop inside.

Vincenzo slides in next to me a second later and closes the door while his brother and Riccardo climb in the front seats.

"You hungry?" Riccardo asks as he starts the engine and I shake my head.

"What did I say about using your words?" Vincenzo grits and I scoff, earning an annoyed groan from him.

"Cut her some slack," Lorenzo retorts from the passenger seat. "Do you want to get something to eat?"

"No, I just went out for lunch with Cameron. Thanks for the offer though," I say and the two men in the front nod.

"How old are you?" Riccardo suddenly asks and Lorenzo smacks his arms. "Why did you do that?" He whines while glaring at the brown eyed man.

"You don't ask a woman her age," he laughs while shaking his head.

I laugh at how stupid they are being. "I'm nineteen." The car suddenly jolts forward and I almost slam into the seat in front of me.

"Sorry," Riccardo quickly apologises. He clears his throat and looks at me through the rearview mirror.

"If you are nineteen then when you did you go to MIT?"

"When I was sixteen," I answer with a shrug.

"That's impressive," Lorenzo praises and I thank him with a shy smile.

"How old are you guys?"

"I'm twenty seven," Lorenzo is first to answer and I nod. I didn't think he would be so much older than me. And if he is twenty seven, then how old is his older brother?

"Twenty eight," Riccardo answers.

"I'm also twenty eight," Vincenzo says without looking at me.

"You are nine years older than me?" I squeak.

"She can also do maths," Riccardo laughs from the driver's seat.

Vincenzo doesn't look like he's twenty eight. He looks like he could be twenty one or a bit older.

I don't even know why I'm worried about the age gap between us because I'm not staying with him for a long time.

Yet again, the age gap is concerning.

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