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7.

It's 19:45 and Chanel has been waiting in the restaurant for Mr Martin and she said they'd meet at, but he hasn't shown up yet. Chanel’s starting to get annoyed.

After giving an Oscar-winning performance with Angelo, she knew she had them right where she wanted them, in the palm of her hands. She had to play this right, she wants to succeed, even if it means acting like a complete pussy in front of them, Chanel isn’t scared of anything, she hates surprises though but seeing Vincent drenched in blood, only confirmed the type of person he is claimed to be, a monster.

"Ma'am, you've been waiting a long time, are you sure you don't want to order anything?" The green-eyed waitress asks again, giving her a fake smile, she wants to punch that fake smile off her face, but she can’t.

Chanel looks down at her rose gold watch, "I'd like a glass of red wine."

The waitress rolls her eyes and walks away.

"Amore."

Oh Goddammit!

Chanel turns to find Vincent standing behind her, he doesn't look happy.

"What are you doing here Vincent?" she says fearfully.

Vincent pulls out a chair beside her and sits down, unbuttoning his suit jacket, he looks at her for a while, examining her closely, she’s scared of him and he’s liking every minute of it.

He raises an eyebrow, "He stood you up."

Chanel sighs and nods, "Men are so pathetic."

"Ah amore, what if he got held up somewhere or he's gotten into some kind of accident, don’t be quick to judge."

Chanel bit her lip, she felt bad, and what did he mean by accident, "I guess you're right."

"Why don't I keep you company? Until he shows up," he suggests.

Desperate not to look like she’s been standing up, she agrees, the waiter returns, and Vincent orders a glass of whiskey.

"What happened to you? When you came to the office covered in blood?"

Vincent cringes, why didn't Angelo use the injection on her? Stupid ass.

He leans close to her, "I was at my warehouse."

Chanel's eyes widen, "You kill animals?"

"No people, but I wasn’t there to do that," he smirks.

Chanel looks at him, shocked by his nonchalant behaviour; he is a monster.

"Don't look at me like that, they had it coming," Vincent spits, "They destroyed my warehouse."

Chanel remains quiet, processing the information, the warehouse must be where they keep their illegal contraband, drugs, weapons, and jewels.

"I mean, what are we supposed to do now, that was our biggest plant and now everything is gone, and insurance doesn't even cover it," he rants and gulps down his whiskey.

Why is he opening to me? Chanel thinks. Don’t question it, embrace it.

But she understood his frustration, she too would kill the people that destroyed her livelihood.

"I understand, and I'm sorry," she finally says.

Vincent looks at her, she’s being sincere. That's a first.

"Thank you, amore," he sighs, "I wish I knew what to do."

"Burn them back," she simply states.

Earn his trust and then bust his nuts.

Vincent almost chokes on his spit.

Una donna dopo il mio cuore, he thinks.

[Translation: A woman after my own heart]

"Sounds like a clever idea," he smiles.

"But don't just burn their warehouse, burn their lives up, until there's nothing left," she says and sips on her wine.

Vincent melts, could she get more beautiful.

"How about we leave this place and go somewhere less uptight?" He smirks.

Chanel gulps down her wine and gets up, "Let's leave this hellhole."

Vincent laughs and calls for the bill, pays and leaves. Vincent walks to his car.

"Thank you, Vincent," Chanel smiles, "You saved from an embarrassing moment."

Vincent chuckles, "Always a pleasure, amore."

Vincent kisses her forehead lightly, "I'll always be there for you."

Chanel melts, she can't be with him, she just can't but her mind, body and soul yearn to be with him, maybe when it’s all over she can.

She looks into his ocean blue eyes and sighs, "Let's go have fun."

Vincent smiles at her, tempted to kiss her, "Where to mi amore?"

"How about we head to Open Lounge?" She suggests.

"Great choice", Vincent unlocks the car door and opens the door for Chanel, she slips into the Ferrari, and he closes the door.

Chanel puts on her seatbelt, and she takes out her phone and quickly texts Mr Martin.

Martin: thanks for dinner. I enjoyed your company 😑

Satisfied with the sarcastic text, she presses send. Vincent looks over to her and smirks but quickly turns it into a sweet smile when Chanel looks at him.

"Are you good?" He asks, almost amused by the fact that the fear is no longer in her eyes, she recovers fast.

Chanel nods, "Yeah, I am."

Vincent starts the car, and they drive to the Open Lounge, Vincent's phone rings and he answers.

"Hello?" he answers

"è stato preso cura del capo," the man says curtly.

[Translation: it's taken care of, boss]

"Thank you, Gio. Sei sicuro di non c'era tracce?" he asks.

[Translation: Did you make sure there were no traces left?]

"Si capo."

[Translation: yes boss]

"Alright. Parlate più tardi Gio. Buona notte." Vincent replies.

[Translation: Talk later Gio. Good night]

"Buona Notre capo."

And he hangs up.

"What was that about?" Chanel asks, looking at him.

"Just work stuff," he shrugs, "Insurance finally pulled through."

Chanel smiles, "That's great news."

Vincent chuckles, "Yeah."

Chanel is curious, what were they talking about? Who was he talking to? She should have taken those Italian classes.

They arrive at the Open Lounge, and it’s packed for a Monday night.

"Wow this place is packed," she says looking around at the lavish club, music is blaring, people are dancing and drinking alcohol, the erotic dancers are doing their thing while money is being thrown on them, they weren’t lying when they said it was the hottest place in town, this is for the elite.

Vincent chuckles and walks her to the door, "Carlo,"

"Capo," the large man greets, he opens the door and walks in.

"Are you a usual here?" Chanel asks as they walk up a set of stairs.

"I own it," he grins.

Chanel is shocked, he owns the club. Typical rich boys.

They get to the top of the stairs, and they walk into the V.I.P area, where they find Angelo and another woman having drinks.

"Angelo," Vincent greets, Angelo stands up and hugs him.

"Chanel, how are you doing?" Angelo asks, holding her hand and kissing it.

She blushes, "I'm very well, thank you."

"Meglio lasciate andare la mano prima di tagliare le palle," Vincent grins

[Translation: You better let go of her hand before I cut your balls off]

"Cazzo voi," Angelo smiles back, "Please sit down. Let's have some fun.”

Chanel smiles and takes her seat on the red leather couch; Vincent sits beside her.

"Chanel, this is Kira, my girlfriend," Angelo introduces. The blonde girl gives her a warm smile.

"Hello," Chanel greets cheerfully.

"Hi," Kira greets shyly.

Chanel smiles and starts a light conversation with Kira, while Vincent and Angelo talk, just then guns start blazing.

"Everybody, get on the ground now!"

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