Pizza Date
DANTE
"Dante what do you say about shipping the goods towards the Middle East instead? And the demand for Opium is rather high in south America. They are ravenous wolves. How do you cope in having your drugs pass smoothly with no hassle?" Valentine inquired from me, leaning his hands on the table.
"You make a good point. I have men situated at the boarders of Brazil by guyana to the east, Uruguay to the south and Bolivia to the south west. Marcello oversees the distribution of crystal methamphetamine all the way down to Argentina and also new Mexico.
Stefano and his underbosses oversee the distribution of our drugs all across Europe to America and plus the politicians and those dick heads sitting in the embassy are on my payroll. My drugs go in easily without a hassle" I meticulously explained to Valentine.
He seemed pleased with me and on his lips wore a malicious smile.
"And the distribution of the ammunitions?" He prod.
I was about shedding light on that when I heard a distinct shrill feminine voice. My brows knitted and I made a sharp pivot.
"What's wrong?" Asked valentine.
"That voice is farmilair. Sounds like my wife's voice" I replied, my unwavering gaze trying to pierce through the crowd.
"You love her so much that you hear her voice everywhere" Valetine mused at me.
I snapped my gaze to face him and hiked a brow, "Think whatever you want" I abruptly stated before standing up and shuffling my way through the crowd.
I didn't love Alina. I could never love her either. She was the enemy's daughter.
That was enough reason to hate every single thing about her.
I spotted the hazy profile of Alina dancing in the centre of the hall and my jaws dropped.
What the fuck!
I told that bitch to behave herself!
I frothed on the inside, Alina's disobedience to my order causing fury to dance in my eyes.
Coming closer to the centre, I spotted a young man trying to hold her but she immediately pushed him off causing the man to stumble backwards and clash with a waiter, drinks spilled on to him and on the ground.
Alina immediately stopped dancing and her face went scarlet red.
It was at that moment her gaze fell upon my exasperating orbs as it watched her.
Alina had her eyes widened at me and she could not say word.
What is wrong with this girl!?
I gave a fucking simple instruction!
My anger had me demanding and I briskly walked on to Alina, yanking her hand and taking her away from the centre of the hall.
"Dante let go" her speech came slurry but I didn't listen. I roughly dragged her with me, leading both of us out of the hall.
Away from the animated rush of the crowd, I slammed Alina on to the wall causing her to wince in pain before swiftly caging her.
"Are you that stupid that you can't obey a simple instruction!?"
Alina had her face downcasted, her fingers fiddling with her gown.
"Answer me!" I raged which got her to jerk and look up at me.
"Don't yell at me" she suddenly said taking me by surprise.
"What?" I asked amused.
"Yes do not raise your voice at me. You told me to behave you didn't say I could not dance" Alina huffed at me.
Was this Alina speaking?
My nose picked up a farmilair smell and I leaned in closer towards Alina.
She wreaked of alcohol.
She had been drinking!
"Who gave you this drink?" I demanded to know.
Alina began giggling hysterically.
Damn. Will I be forced to handle this shenanigan of Alina's?
"Tell me!"
She flinched and smacked my arm.
"Stop yelling!"
Even in her drunken state, she was still so daring and bold.
"Who gave you the drink Alina?" I requested through gritted teeth.
"Fine" she sighed.
"My friend Theodore" she smiled sheepishly.
Who the fuck is Theodore?
"Who is he?"
She eyed me."You don't know anything Dante. I just told you he is my friend. He is not like you. He is friendly and playful and nice and cute. You are just a wet blanket"
Fuck. I could not help but laugh at her statement.
"Alina didn't I tell you not to misbehave?" I asked in a rather calmer tone.
She was heavily drunk and shouting at her would be pointless.
I will reprimand her when she's in her right senses.
Besides who was this Theodore she so much adored?
"You did but it was just only cup. I promise" she pouted her lips at me.
"You shouldn't have listened to Theodore" I scolded her.
"Why shouldn't I?! He is way more fun than you. You hate fun" she spat.
"That is a lie. I love to have fun too but not always like your childish Theodore" I scoffed.
Was I really arguing with a drunken Alina?
Suddenly my anger had melted away.
This woman was driving me nuts!
"You are a fun spoiler Dante! Take me home! I don't want to be here anymore" she ordered.
I stood jaws dropped at Alina's extreme boldness and outspokeness.
"You know what Alina? Why don't we go out to have pizza" I suggested.
I saw the beam on Alina's face when I suggested for us to get pizza.
"Ofcourse let's go!" She exclaimed. She was as happy as a lark.
"We will but don't rush. I'll take you down the stairs. You are very high right now"
In a swift motion, I sweeped Alina off her feet, carrying her bridal style.
She laughed uncontrollably at my action.
Later tomorrow I'll reprimand her but for tonight, let me show her I can be as fun as Theodore.
* * * * * * *
I wondered how many bottles of alcohol Alina must have boozed down because she was just so hyperactive through out our ride to the pizza eatery I was taking her too.
She giggled uncontrollably of course and was just so talkative and extremely bold.
She was a naturally outspoken woman from what I had noticed about her, she was always quick to defy my orders which she just did today and sometimes no most times, she didn't cower before me like other women.
It was this daring attitude of her that captured my attention and also fueled my desire to marry her and teach her a lesson.
The slap she gave me was still very fresh in my memory and I was going to make sure she paid for that.
Honestly, Alina seemed less disturbing when she was drunk in comparison to her sober state.
Everything she did always irked me so badly but now, I just can't help but find her amusing and laugh at her gimicks and playful attitude.
"Dante are we here now? This place is so far! I'm starving honestly" Alina gripped on to my arm as our ride came to a halt right infront of a pizza eatery.
I nodded at her. "Yes Alina. We are finally here. Now will you stop bugging me?"
She gasped and slapped me, not fiercely though.
I let out a laugh and touched my chin.
"Don't ever raise your voice at me" Alina warned me before stepping out of the sedan I ordered for us.
Trailing behind her, we stood right in front of the eatery.
It was a brightly lit picaresque building.
The wisteria calligraphic writing really was alluring Alina because she seemed spell bounded and hypnotized.
"Shall we go in or you want to stand here all night?" I rhetorically asked.
"I want to go in" she chirped before yanking me by my hand and pulling me into the restaurant.
The clattering sound of plates and cutleries hit my ears the moment we stepped in. They weren't much atleast, just mild.
Italian music played in the restaurant, drowning the sound. I watched how various waiters dressed served the people.
It was fairly busy which was how I liked it.
The decor of the eatery wasn't overly posh to feel out of place.
It had wooden tables and chairs. Even the bar was wooden.
Scented red candles and mini jars of roses were placed on each table, making it look so lovely. Fairly lit lights adorned the eatery, creating beautiful beams as it hit the marble floors of the eatery.
It was very scenic.
An older man hastily approached I and Crystal with a wide smile on his face.
His dark hair was let to fall and slicked backwards.
I knew him very well.
" Marcus, it is good to see you" I greeted with a smile.
"My boy you look so big. You all youngsters add up every day. How are you and your..?" His eyes trailed towards a cheerful Alina.
"I am his wife" Alina told him grinning from ear to ear.
Marcus was so shocked to hear that.
"You got married and you didn't tell me? I didn't even get an invitation?" Marcus asked dumbfounded.
I clasped him by the shoulders, "I'm sorry Marcus. It was a rushed marraige"
"Well you've totally forgotten about me these days. You don't even drop by anymore" Marcus complained.
"Well I dropped by now. One of these days, I will come again. So may things has been going on in my life" I admitted.
Marcus chuckled and nodded.
"That is by the way. Come. I reserved my most private table for you both the minute you called and told me you would be arriving"
"Finally! Food" Alina exclaimed.
In his hand, held two menus and he gave us a friendly smile before he then jutted with his hands for us to follow him. He led us quite a distance from the front of the restaurant, away from everyone else.
We climbed an iron staircase just to get to where we would sit.
"Your largest chicken pizza please and uhm chicken nuggets. Just add any soft drink too" I ordered for I and Alina.
Marcus took down my order and left, leaving just I and Alina alone.
Alina once again pouted her lips and a sad look washed upon her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I am hungry and you are m-ean" she hiccuped the last word out.
I huffed at her statement. "How am I mean?"
"You always mistreat me, punish me for every little thing, treat me like a servant and you hate me" she carelessly blurted out.
"That's because your family killed my parents" I tried not to raise my voice at Alina.
"My father and his thugs did not me" Alina said softly at me.
"Well you are his daughter and I don't trust you" I stood my ground.
Alina began laughing hysterically again.
What was funny now?
"Why are you laughing?"
"You look more handsome when you are angry" she giggled.
"This is probably why you love getting me angry always" I cockily replied.
"No I don't like making you upset. You are just so grumpy" she scoffed, folding her hands.
"Yes you do. Why didn't you behave yourself when I told you to? Now you are so drunk"
"I behaved well but you are too controlling Dante. You treated me like a property"
"That's just who I am. Deal with it" I replied sharply.
"Well change who you are!" Alina hit her hands on the desk.
Once again, I was left amused.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me right. Change your freaking personality. Become more amicable and don't act so callous and wicked" Alina snapped back at me.
"Change me then" I dared her.
She leaned in closer, our lips almost touching, before silently whispering.
"I'll Dante Morelli"
I let out a supressed laughter at her drunken attitude. It was at that moment a waiter arived our orders in large tray.
"Shall we eat Alina?" I flashed her a smile.
She giggled and hiccuped while at it.
"Yes Ofcourse. I'm starving" Alina wasted no time in taking a slice out of the pizza and munching on it.
This night had turned out to be more interesting than I even imagined.
