"Who is this and how did you get my number?" I asked.

"Wow, I'm hurt that you forgot me already Bellissima" he said.

"Um, I still have no clue who you are" I said, standing to my feet.

"It's Matteo" he said.

"Matteo? What do you want?" I asked.

"I heard that you wanted to go out for ice cream, so I'm waiting outside your mansion for you so we can get going" he said.

"Outside!?" I asked.

I walked to my window and moved the curtain aside, and saw Matteo leaning against his car in the driveway.

"Wait there! I'm coming!" I said, as I hung up and ran downstairs.

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"Hey Bellissima" he said, as he opened the car door.

"What? How did you know?" I asked.

"That's for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot. Anyways get in, we're going to get ice cream" he said, with a smirk on his lips.

"Sure, I have nothing better to do anyways" I said, getting into the car as he closed the car door behind me.

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"I've never tasted any better ice cream than this, I swear!" I said, licking my ice cream.

"I know, this is the best, my mother used to take me here all the time" he said.

"You still remember this place after so long?" I asked.

"How could I forget this place? It was my mum's and I's favourite place to get ice cream from" he said, with a smile.

"About the job, I think I might have a problem" I said.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I couldn't talk to my father today, so you might have to wait a bit longer, till he allows me to talk to him" I said.

"It's fine. Do you and your father have a bad relationship?" he asked.

"No, it's just that ever since my mother died, he distanced himself from the world. He drinks his sorrows away on most nights and distracts himself with work. He doesn't even allow me to talk to him, more or less his own men" I said.

"That's awful, I'm so sorry" he said.

"It's fine, it's not like I can do anything about it" I said, as I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'm looking for someone, could you tell me if you know him" a man said walking up to us.

"Depends, who is this person?" Matteo asked the man.

"Matteo Bianchi" the man replied.

I stood up and looked the man straight in the eyes as I spoke, "What do you want with this guy?"

"That is none of your business girl, now can you tell me if you know him or not?" he asked.

"I would, if you would tell me why you're looking for my boyfriend" I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"So, I'm guessing this is Matteo then" the man said, pointing to Matteo.

"You know I'm sure my father would love to talk to you" I said, getting my phone out.

"And who is your father?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ask him yourself" I said, as my father picked up.

"Lia, what do you want?" my father asked, with a cold tone.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

"I think I should be asking you that, who are you and what the fuck do you want with my daughter!?" my father yelled.

"I don't even know your daughter and want nothing to do with her, I'm just looking for a guy" the man replied to my father.

"Leave my daughter alone, or I'll come there myself and ball your fucking eyes out!" my father yelled.

"Who even are you to speak to me like that!?" the man snapped.

"No, who are you, to speak to me like that! How rude of me I didn't even introduce myself to you, my name is Dante Romano and you?" my father asked, with a chuckle.

"D-Dante? As in the most powerful mafia leader?" the guy asked, with horror all over his face.

"Oh, so you have heard of me. Listen here buddy, I'm not in a good mood at the moment, so if you could walk away from my daughter, than you won't be added to list of the people I have to torture this week" my father said, raising his voice.

"Of course sir, I'm so sorry, let's forget this ever happened" the man said, walking away from us.

"Thank you, dad," I said.

"Lia, can you please tell me what that man wanted" my father said.

"He was looking for a friend of mine, nothing serious" I said.

"Are you sure?" my dad asked.

"Yes, and speaking about a friend of mine, I wanted to ask you a question" I said, as Matteo stood up and stood next to me.

"Not now Lia, I'm busy" my father said, as he hung up.

"But-" I said, but he had already hung up.

"Your father sounds very busy maybe you shouldn't bother him anymore" Matteo said.

"No, I'm getting you this job" I said.

"But I thought you said that you didn't want to work with me" he said.

"Well, I think working with me is better than stealing" I said, as we walked down the stairs of the ice cream shop that led to a sandy beach.

"It is, but if your father doesn't trust me, I'm pretty sure I won't be getting this job anytime soon" Matteo said.

"But I want you to get this job, I don't want you living in the streets" I said.

"Who said I still live in the streets?" he asked, with a smirk.

"What? But I thought-" I said.

"I live in a mansion like your father's, not as big but yeah" he said.

"What? But I thought you were broke!?" I said, glancing at him.

"I was but, I made a lot of great deals, with mafia leaders, billionaires, lawyers, and rich people that got me a lot of money" he said.

"And here I was still thinking that you were broke and still living in the streets" I said, rolling my eyes.

"But I still want that job, you know" he said, with a chuckle.

"Right" I said.

"No, I'm serious, I need a job" he said.

"Need a job? You live in a mansion" I said.

"So?" he said, with a smirk.

I made a stop and stood in front of him, looking into his eyes.

"Tell me Matteo, what's the real reason you want to work with me?" I asked.

"I told you, I need a job" he said, walking right past me.

"I don't think I believe you" I said, trying to catch up with him.

"Why? Do you think I want to work with you because I'm in love with you or something?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What? No- of course not!" I said, as I felt my cheeks heat up.

"I think you're in love with me though" he said, with a smirk.

"Why would you think that?" I asked, with a chuckle.

"Weren't you the one who called me your boyfriend?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"W-well... I was doing that to help you, nothing more!" I said.

"You sure, Bellissima?" he asked, with a smirk.

"Mhm" I nodded.

"Hey beautiful, could I ask you something?" a guy said, running up to me.

"Um, who are you?" I asked, as Matteo and I stopped walking.

"My name is Jordan, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime" he said.

"Um, I'm-" I was suddenly cut off when Matteo's fist collided with the guy's face. Matteo punched the guy so hard I heard the guy's nose breaking. The guy stumbled back, and blood fell from his now broken nose.

"Oh my- oh my god, Matteo!" I shouted, with my mouth agape.

"She doesn't need low life's like you asking her out. And I'm the only one that gets to call her beautiful, stronzo!" Matteo yelled, as the guy ran away with fear in his eyes. (asshole)

"What the hell!? Why would you do that!?" I yelled.

"I was saving you the effort of rejecting him" he said.

"How do you know I was going to reject him!? Maybe I was going to say yes!" I shouted.

"But- Why the hell would you say yes to someone like him!?" he asked.

"Ok, fine I was going to reject him, but it still didn't give you a good enough reason to punch him and break his nose!" I yelled.

"Whatever" he said, rolling his eyes as he continued walking.

"Wait for me!" I yelled, running to him.

"Come on, I'm taking you home" he said, grabbing my hand and leading us to the car.

"I can walk! And why are we leaving so soon?" I groaned.

"Great, now you're acting like a five year old! Because I have work to do, unlike you" he said.

"Ugh, fine" I said, as we got in the car.

Dante POV:

"Hello?" I called out into the darkness of the alley way I was in at the moment.

Silence was my only response back.

"I got your note to meet you here, now come out, whoever you are!" I yelled, getting pissed.

"I think we should talk" a voice said from behind me.