Chapter 4

• Aria’s POV
• I immediately followed the man out of the restaurant. Keeping my distance, I carefully hid behind a parked van as I watched him get into a black SUV and drive off. My heart thudded in my chest as I waved down a cab and jumped in, urging the driver to follow the SUV closely.
• We followed him through the narrowing roads until he pulled into the parking lot of a hotel. I paid the driver quickly and remained inside, waiting for him to step out. A few minutes later, the man got out of his vehicle and looked around cautiously, like he was checking to see if he was being followed.
• Then he walked into the hotel.
• I didn’t hesitate—I got out and followed him quickly, sneaking past the unsuspecting receptionist and heading straight for the stairs, just like he had.
• I didn’t know why he would take the stairs rather than the elevator, but I didn’t stop to think. The stairwell was dim and smelled of old wood. I stayed silent, listening closely for the faint echo of his footsteps above.
• Third floor.
• I caught a glimpse of his dark coat as he turned the hallway corner. I hurried to follow—but when I turned the same corner, he was gone.
• “Shit,” I muttered under my breath, disappointment sinking in. “Where did he go?”
• A soft click echoed nearby. I froze.
• I looked left. Then right.
• Just as I started walking down the long hallway, a door beside me creaked open and before I could react, a strong arm yanked me inside.
• I let out a muffled cry as the door slammed behind me.
• His hand clamped over my mouth—rough and calloused. The scent of his expensive cologne hit my nose hard, flooding my head with memory and recognition.
• He pressed me against the wall, his voice cold in my ear.
• “Who sent you?”
• “Tell me now. Were you sent to kill me?”
• My eyes widened in shock. I kicked, struggled, twisted—but his grip was firm.
• “Don’t fight me,” he growled. “Just answer.”
• He leaned in closer—close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath against my cheek.
• And then, he made a mistake.
• He pulled his hand away.
• I shoved him with everything I had, sending him staggering a few feet back. My breath came out in ragged pants, my hair a wild mess. My eyes blazed with fury as I stared at him.
• “It is you!” I hissed, voice shaking with rage. “I’ve been looking for you for five years now!”
• He blinked, momentarily taken aback. Then his eyes narrowed. “What?”
• I stepped closer. “Five years ago. At the Presidential nightclub. We were together. Do you remember?”
• He paused, studying me more closely. His expression shifted, calculating. Then, suddenly, he got closer to me.
• "It's you..." His lips curled into a faint smile, and there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
• He remembers!
• Alessandro’s POV
• I couldn’t believe my eyes. It really was her! That little virgin who I can't forget! The long brown curly hair, the chin, small lips… I remembered all of it!
• Five years ago, for various reasons, I ended up taking on a task that was supposed to be handled by one of my subordinates. But I accidentally inhaled some knockout gas in the room, and the next thing I knew, I had a one night stand with the woman who was supposed to be killed by me.
• When I woke up, the little bird was already gone, leaving nothing behind but a crimson mark on the bed.
• That was my first mission failure. I thought maybe it was just the aftermath of that night that kept her on my mind, but I was wrong.
• The memory of that night never left me, and since then, I even can’t rise any interest for other women.
• I couldn’t figure it out, but I tried to find her anyway, I sent my people to find her but for she was gone. I had looked for her all over the city but she had disappeared, leaving no trace behind, and now all of sudden, she reappears!
• "I'm glad you're here again, little bird," I looked down at her and felt my dick become hard and stand up inside my trousers.
• She scoffed and folded her arms with a frown on her face. "You're actually happy to see me? You took my virginity, ruined my life, and even turn me into a mo..."
• I looked at her, wanting to say something but holding back, then curiously asked, "What did I turn you into?"
• “Nothing. You need to make it right!” She complained, dramatically waving her arms around.
• The way she threw tantrums like a teenager made me chuckle, but that little chuckle cost me a painful throw of her leather glove.
• “You think this is funny, huh? I am being serious here. You took away my virginity and so you have to owe me.”
• “Okay,” I threw my hands up in the air, amused by her request. “What kind of compensation do you want?”
• She went silent, hesitant. I could tell she really wasn’t sure about this. “Ten million pounds,” she announced in a whisper.
• “Sorry?” I muttered like I didn’t hear clearly the first time.
• “I said ten million pounds!” she said more loudly this time.
• I couldn’t help but laugh. This amount of money was nothing to me, nut I want to tease her. “I don't have that much money now. How about I let you sleep with again? Two thousand pounds for one night.”
• “Daydream. No money? Then write me an IOU. I know you're a merc, right? From now on, every paycheck you get for a job you take has to come to me until you’re paid up! ” She argued.
• The way her eyes lit up when she spoke, it was simply amazing, made me think back to that night we spent together.
• The way she moaned, her soft touch, her voice in my head; I couldn’t forget any of it, I had got obsessed with the thought of her.
• What we had that night felt special, it was not just sex, I was afraid I had bonded with this stranger like I had done with no one else. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was a virgin, did I feel bad for taking away her virginity?
• "Deal!" I said, looking down at her with a quiet laugh.
• She bit her lips, her eyes searching mine like there was something in it. “Alright, then. Starting with your next job, all your payments have to go straight into my bank account.” She warned strictly.
• Her angry face was cute that I couldn’t help but smile, those emerald green eyes were very attractive.
• “Okay, fine. We have a deal. What now?” I asked with a little smile. “Are you going to take my number? My home address, in case I run away?” I teased.
• She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I’ll take both, knowing how untrustworthy you men are.”
• It was only then that she finally sat down on a cushion in the room, folding her arms and frowning. I could tell she was one of those spoilt teenagers while growing up, but that only made it cute.
• “By the way… what happened that night?” She asked, her voice low. “Why didn’t you kill Mr. Russo like my cousin hired you to do?”
• I stared at her, both surprised and amused. Was she serious?
• “Kill Mr. Russo? You still don’t know?” I said between chuckles. “Your cousin didn’t hire me to kill any Mr. Russo…”
• “Huh?” she muttered.
• I paused and leaned forward.
• “She hired me to kill you.”
• She froze. Her jaw dropped in disbelief. “What?” She whispered.