~The Fox~
"Luciano?!" I bark as I storm into the room, my fingers still tightly wrapped around the pistol.
He scrambles off the bitch he was screwing at the sound of my voice and a look of sheer shock etches itself onto his stupid face.
But something else flashes in his eyes—fear.
Of course, he'll be afraid. He's probably thinking I'm a ghost, considering how he assigned his men to kill me.
"Rhea?" He gasps in horror, his eyes wide open. "But h-how? When? How?"
I move closer to the bed with two slow steps as I ignore his stammers and shift my gaze to the lady beside him.
She's glaring at me like she could gut me with her nails if she ever had the chance. "You couldn't even wait to confirm if I was dead, huh?" I ask after a beat of silence, my gaze still firmly fixed on the chicken-legged whore.
He doesn't answer and I snap my head to glare at him as my chest surprisingly starts to feel heavy. "Why?!" I yell. "What the fuck did I do that you wanted me dead?!!"
"Oh, keep your fucking voice down, you slut," he hisses as he props himself up on one elbow with a silly smirk forming on his lips.
I pause, momentarily taken aback.
The brown sheets slip down to his waist, revealing smooth skin that I used to run my fingers over. His other hand trails lazily toward the pillow and I narrow my eyes as I watch him.
"You think I don't know who you are?" He asks.
My heart sinks.
"Rhea Castell," he drawls. "The sly fox of Naples. The invincible thief. The cunning seductress; although you really need to brush up on your seduction skills. We've been dating for close to a month now and I haven't even gotten a taste of the legendary 'fica' that seems to make men go crazy over you."
I curl my free hand into a fist, digging my nails ever so deeply into my palms as I glare at him.
A dark and ugly chuckle rumbles through his chest as he shakes his head. "I know you were just sticking with me because you want to steal from me again." A dark look crosses his face as he pauses. "And this time, it won't just be a gold watch."
His words yank me back to the night we first met—at a club.
The atmosphere reeked of energy and the putrid stench of unwashed bodies as they swayed to the loud music blaring from the speakers.
I was standing by the bar section with a throbbing head, swirling the cocktail in my hand as I tried to keep a low profile, in hopes that luck would finally cross paths with me.
I've been desperately searching for any piece of information I can find on 'his' whereabouts, and so far, I've gotten nothing.
I'd never been to the club before so I just decided to check it out and hope for the best.
When I realized I was just at another shitty club, I decided to call it a night. But then I spotted something that could fetch me a few weeks' worth of cash.
A one-of-a-kind gold watch on the wrist of Luciano Nerone—one of Naples' finest crooks. A mid-level criminal with just enough street influence to have the information I've been searching for.
Flash the right amount of cash in his face, and he'll spill his entire life story if you ask.
To get his attention, I slipped past his so-called eagle-eyed men and stole his gold watch. Of course, I was caught, but only because I wanted to.
Instead of killing me, he decided to keep me close—typical, I'm just so irresistible.
Not long after, Luciano asked me to be his girlfriend, and I said yes—you can't blame me; he's quite the charmer.
It's been a month of lies, manipulation, and fake smiles. My longest relationship yet.
I also helped out in his dirty work while trying to find out if he had the information I needed, but so far, I've gotten nothing.
And all he ever talks about is how I've been denying him of 'his rights' like we're some married couple.
I already figured he'd get tired of my excuses soon and find a way to get rid of me, but I didn't expect him to go as far as trying to have me killed.
"I knew I should have gone through with my initial plan of poisoning you," he says, dragging my mind back to the present. "Such useless fucks, all of them. They can't even kill a petty thief."
My eyes are still fixed on him in a keen gaze and I cautiously watch as his other hand continues to trail lazily toward the pillow beneath his elbow.
I know what he plans on doing and from the looks of it, he hasn't yet figured out that I'm aware.
God, I feel so stupid.
I was such a fucking idiot.
How could I ever think that I'd find a man who would truly love and cherish me?
Haven't I learnt enough? Despite all the things men have done to me, I almost let my guard down.
And for someone like Luciano?
I feel my stomach churn just by thinking about how foolish I was.
"I can't believe I almost started thinking you were different," I say quietly, slowly shifting my gaze to the floor.
A scoff reaches my ear and the high-pitched voice that follows makes something tick in my head.
"Lucho, baby, get rid of this disgusting cunt. I was this close to cumming when she barged in. Now her ugly face is gonna haunt my dreams every time I—"
I don't even let her finish. I raise my gun, finger steady on the trigger and fire, creating a clean hole between her eyes.
I don't bat an eyelash as I stare at her dead body. All I can fucking think about is Luciano—the bastard I almost made an exception for.
Besides being a slimy crook, Luciano was the nicest guy I'd met in a really long time. He was handsome and had a clever way with words, too.
Though he never shut up about wanting a real kiss or a night of tangled sheets, I thought maybe—just maybe—Luciano was a guy I could stick with for a while.
How wrong I was.
He's just like the rest—proof that all men want from women is a chance to stick their filthy dicks in our holes.
They don't really care about what we want or feel. Only what they can take.
All they really care about is satisfying their urges. Nothing more.
A movement from the corner of my eye catches my attention—Luciano's hand.
The gun.
Shit.
I shift my aim in time but a millisecond before I pull my trigger, a gunshot rings in my ear.
And it's definitely not mine.