She is the one by Asheslove (book recommendations for young adults txt) 📕

'Next time before trying to disrespect and disrespecting any of our men and their valuable work think in front of whom you are standing Benjamin' Leo snarled in serious tone. 

This shocked me, I'd never thought he respect his people this much, in fact I never thought he respect anyone because all I see when I look at him is a selfish, rude discourteous conceited man. 

'I know what you want from me, I heard the return of Dimitri, you soon are going to knock on the door of hell Mr. Davis' Benjamin said.

Nicolas took his hand back and smiled 

'I am not scared to knock on the door of hell Mr. Franklin, that opportunity is always open for me, not only me but for you too or I say for all of us but If you had said this same thing two months ago maybe I would have believe you and be gladly ready anytime to go without any hesitation but not anymore' he said looking at me. 

I rolled my eyes, how pathetic of him.

'But right now I don't have any plan of that and Dimitri is not even close, but since he came back he already crossed that door of his hell so let's discuss for what you are invited here' Nicolas said bluntly. 

'We don't like to involve in others war Nicolas Davis we have our own gangs'.

'We know sibinies won't involve them in others war but I had a offer for you. You know very well that I have my allegiances not only in Italy but England too'.

And their internal talks started about some illegal business of weapons, drugs and liquor but at the end Benjamin accepted the deal and shake his hand with Nicolas. After the deal Nicolas send Edward and Leo with Benjamin.

'So now sibinies are working for us.' Michael said getting up from his seat. 

'It's not this easy Michael. We get sibinies gangs on our side -

'And now Dimitri won't sit quietly after this' Michael completed the rest of sentence. I had heard this name in their conversation many times.

'Let’s see what will be that bastard’s next move'. 

Instead of going back to his place Nicolas brought me at the hotel where earlier the shootout took place, the same hotel which was once shattered and broken with dead bodies lying in there. We walked in and taking the stairs reached at 3rd floor. The pathway was long and elegant. Nicolas took the last room and unlocking it motioned me to get in. He didn't said anything, neither did I asked, he left but not before warning me not to leave the room in any case and open the door until it's him or Leonardo.

The room was quiet elegant like the room which we took in Boston. I sat the whole day alone but didn't dare to left the room. At late night when Nicolas didn't came, after waiting long for him I lay down on the couch with my disturbed thoughts and closed my eyes.

'Elena' 'Elena' I heard him banging on the door loudly. 

'Open the fucking door right now woman' he barked from the other side. My eyes snapped open and getting up I quickly opened the door. He was standing there fuming in anger; his face was all dusty like he rolled in mud. 

He barged in, his nostrils flaring in anger.

 'What took you so long to open the door were you dead' he shouted on my face holding my arm roughly and without waiting for my reply started walking out.

He pushed me in his car before taking the driver seat and took off. The tension in air was becoming more and more difficult to handle. Nicolas eyes were strained on the road and his knuckles are white gripping the steering wheel. I wanted to ask what happened but dare to say a word. 

I looked out of the window, the car passed city Square and I couldn't help myself to stop thinking about the day when I certainly thought I could enjoy his company.

'You will stay at my side no matter what; I don't want you to leave my side. Do you understand?' His voice came out calm yet threatening.

'Yes' I obliged.

'I can't take the risk of leaving you alone at home, hotel is also not too safe, and attacks are increasing'.

'So you think keeping me with you is safe when you yourself is the biggest threat to me?' My mouth won't shut at times even though I wanted to control it but can't.

'Yes' is all what he said, his voice was calm even after hearing my mock reply. I scoffed at him and turned my head away looking out of the window.

The car stops in front of the casino where he brought me earlier. So this is the place where he thinks I'll be safe with him. Great.

The casino was empty with only maids wearing descent cloths cleaning around for the evening. We took the elevator and it stopped on 4th floor. A short walk in hallway and there were few big rooms. Nicolas opened one of the gates and I walked in. 

'We will go back to home when things will settle around, until then you'll be safe here and if by chance anything goes wrong go down and find Marco or my and Leo number is written on a slip near the telephone so you can call any of us. I'll be back at tomorrow" saying this he turned to left so I too turned to walk in but I don't know what gotten into him. He twirled, took two steps in, grabbed the nape of my neck and turning me around placed his lips on mine for a soft small kiss, with that leaving me he shut the door and left. 

The doorbell rang and Marco came with lunch at noon. Marco is the man who manages Nicolas casino. He was a man with tall body, black hairs and pair of peach black colored eyes. He looks more like a bodyguard than a manager.

He gave me a tour of the casino, taught some gambling tricks and about most of the games there which I watched and learned with fascination and even played one or two with Marco in which I easily lost and then he taught me how to play and let me won one round. Marco is different from all those I’ve seen. He appears quiet, respectful and polite in nature but in all the while he had a blank face, he didn’t smile for once.

The casino was looking like the day of the party. At evening rich men started to came, women with them and within few minutes the scenes appears to change. Men were gambling their money; few were taking drugs and consuming alcohol. They were kissing together and even intimating on their positions. The female waiters which were providing them drinks were straddling in their laps and it soon turned into a place, a type of whorehouse I add or I don’t know because I had never been to such a place before.