Chapter 6 You?

"Where's Micah?" Silvio's deep voice rumbled through his chest. His one arm rested roughly on couch he was sitting on and another hand gripped the stem of porcelain glass.
"A girl was causing trouble. Maybe he is taking care of her." Dante shrugged his shoulders standing beside Silvio's chair and looked around the club.
"Trouble? Where are they?" Silvio quipped sipping his expensive vodka.
"Second floor. I didn't saw her." Dante said casually.
Silvio hummed.
His eyes glanced around when he saw hurrying figure entering the club. He tilted his head to side assessing the frame. It was a woman wearing what she shouldn't had wore in a club. Her t-shirt dipped in dark gray color with graphics on it, was telling she hadn't came with intention to club. Her hip hugging jeans were showing her nice round ass as it jiggled as she rushed to other side. Her hairs seemed to be soft as fresh stands fell onto her face with tint of red glow rested on her cheeks.
"Look for Micah." Silvio grumbled gulping whole glass down his throat and stood up. Dante looked at him with raised brows.
Silvio's eyes looked over to him as he dared him to ask where he was going.
Dante nodded and walked away.
Silvio looked around for familiar hurried face. His steel grey eyes peered at the crowd before him. A small sinister grin curled up on his lips as he stalked towards figure going towards where stairs were located.
He followed after the figure as she turned left of hallway. It didn't took him long to see where she was going. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion as she opened the last door. It was private. Micah's.
His body went rigid as he saw her going inside. He was about to pull his gun out when he heard yelling from inside. "Sadie..."
He stepped forward as he was greeted by angry looking same woman and Micah sitting casually on the couch.
He held back a snicker as he watched her slapping Micah on the face. He stood at entrance of room watching her yelling and shouting at other woman.
He narrowed hair eyes when he saw Olivia's familiar face.
"ENOUGH!" He growled. And enjoyed the terrified look on he face.
Sadie.
He had already heard her name when Olivia shouted.
He could tell her entire body went tight with tension. But Silvio couldn't help but roam his eyes on her face taking details he had missed earlier.
She had sun kissed skin, almond shaped dark brown eyes that looked back at him with pure anger. A cute small button nose and the perfect sculpted small lips he had ever seen on a woman. Her light brown hairs fell on her shoulders as he continued to eat every detail her face had to offer.
"Mr. Sal-"
"Shut up." He growled. He didn't liked to be interrupted and Olivia was interrupting his examination of Sadie. His eyes then darted back to Micah who was smirking.
"What is going on here?" He demanded.
"Some misunderstanding, sir." Micah grinned and if looks could kill, Micah would be six feet down. Silvio held back his own grin.
"Micah, get dressed." Silvio said in his deep accented voice.
"Sí." Micah buttoned up his shirt before walking outside. Silvio's eyes again darted to woman with nice curvy body that he was dying to touch.
"Let's go." Sadie said grabbing Olivia before dragging her with her.
Silvio was standing in doorway. And letting her go without touching her was last thing on his list. His hands were aching to grab handful of her rear, to feel how much softer her body was.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked tried to act calm but the hardness in his tone did opposite. He felt her gaze on him and he knew the affect he could had on women.
"Get out of my way." Her words answered him. He was not familiar with disrespect. No one had ever talked to him rudely.
He raised his curious brown and leaned forward to her height. The proximity between them did nothing good. All he had to do was lean further and her soft lips would be touching his. He held back a groan.
"Judging by the choice of words, you don't know who I am." He said huskily. His voice deep with lust. It infuriated him further as she stepped back.
"I don't care whoever the hell you are. Get out of my way." Her words were angry. He heard Olivia i gasp behind her. Silvio was fighting the urge to tame her mouth.
"Silvio." Familiar voice of Dante snapped him back.
"Not now, Dante." He said looking hungrily at brown eyed beauty. Silvio didn't missed the familiarism in Sadie's eyes as she looked past his shoulder.
Was he missing something?
"Is there any trouble?" Dante asked carefully. Silvio tilted his head to side contemplating his thoughts before a si sinister though popped in his mind.
"No. They were just leaving." He said amusedly. He resist the need to pull her back as she dragged Olivia with her. He watched as he ass jiggled with everyone step she took before she disappear in corner.
"Do me a favor, Dante?" Silvio said watching at corner we where she went to.
Dante tensed.
"Prepare me a file on that girl." He said before walking where she went.
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Name: Sadie Quintin.
Age: 27 years.
Father's name: Brian Quintin.
Mother's name: Alexa Blake.
Sister: Olivia Quintin.
Profession: Doctor.
Lives with her sister in apartment near Johansson street. Real father is dead. Raised by step father after real mother abandoned her. Step father is heart patience, admitted in city hospital.
Silvio read all the details present in back coloured folder. He skipped few lines which didn't interest him.
He was proud that Dante had fullfilled his request in less than an hour. He placed the filed back on table before leaning back against the chair.
"Sadie Quintin...."
The name felt delicious on his lips and now he wanted to taste how she really tasted like. He wanted to see how would she look like when would be writhing under him. His infatuation with her was intensifying with every thought. He wanted her. And it was irrational, absurd. But he didn't cared.
Sadie's p.o.v
Two days since I brought Olivia back home, since I lectured Olivia. It had been two days since I had this feeling that I was being watched. And my paranoid mind was indulging me with fear and terrifying thoughts. Even when I was home alone, I felt invisible eyes on me.
And Sam was disappeared.
I didn't felt safe anymore.
"Ms. Quinn?" Sophie called me, making me realise I had work to do.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Dr. Eric is looking for you." I nodded before standing up from my chair and sighed.
Nothing is wrong. Everything's fine.
I assured myself before walking outside towards Eric's office. After two knocks he responded.
"Come in." I slowly opened the door and peeked inside. Eric was sitting on his tall cushy chair with pen in his one hand and was scratching his head with another.
He looked tensed.
"You wanted to see me?" I said before entering fully. His mouth curled up in a smile as he motioned me to sit.
"Yes, actually I have this dinner meeting with Dr. Samantha and my date for tonight has cancelled on me. So, I was thinking if you would like to grace me with your presence for tonight?" He sounded both nervous and enthusiastic.
I couldn't had said no. There were couple of beats of silence.
"I would love to." My words calmed him down to certain extent.
"Great. I'll be waiting outside." His eyes shine with excitement.
I smiled before existing his office. Thank you god I had decided to wear something formal today. Embarrassing myself would be the last thing to do after this hectic schedule.
It was ten minutes after seven when I rushed to exit.
"I thought you ditched me." Eric laughed as I straightened my jacket.
"I'm sorry. Was held up by a patient." Breathless, I slided into passenger seat of his red mercedes. We talked about happy days when we were nothing but college friends. How he ended up getting punished by our chemistry professor.
I smiled recalling all the good memories. I missed those days.
"How's your father?" He asked out of blue. My body tensed.
"He's getting better." I replied with strained smiled which he missed.
We reached restaurant in less than twenty minutes. At first I had thought it would be some average place but now that we were here, I realised how underdressed I was. Eric pulled up at parking as I stepped outside and my body shuddered.
Again. Again I had this feeling. Feeling of being watched. I looked around frantically when nothing unusual caught my eye. Maybe I was being paranoid.
"Let's go." Eric said gently placing his arm around me.
Okay.
I let him escort me to the restaurant as I stared wide eyed at interior. The walls were all glass and huge sparkling chandeliers were swinging in air. The sight was beautiful. I could never manage to earn enough to book myself a nice restaurant like this. I was awed.
"Here." Eric led us towards left where a couple was sitting. The bright blonde hairs of woman were matching her bright yellow formal dress. And the sparkling studs in her ears were probably diamonds. Her bright blue eyes looked up at us as she smiled brightly.
"Mr. Smith." She beamed with excitement, standing up to shook Eric's hand.
The man followed her actions and repeated what she just did. I stood there awkwardly.
"Dr. Samantha meet Sadie, the pride of our hospital, heart specialist." He introduced us a sI smiled before shaking her hand.
"Nice you meet you, Sadie." She smiled before motioning us to take seats. I followed Eric's actions, sitting beside him. The server comes by, and we placed our orders. Thank god I had brought enough money with me to afford a nice dinner. Samantha ordered pasta with grilled chicken and the man, which I assumed was probably her husband mimicked his wife. Eric ordered chicken salad with brown rice and chicken gravy. I, however wasn't a fan of chicken so I helped myself with nice spaghetti with grilled garlic and cheese.
"I read the article. I must add it was amazing. People need to pay more attention to females. Last week I had this patient who was pregnant with her third child which happened to be girl, her husband wanted a boy so he told us to abort. But the woman was against his choice. And after digging we found that he was abusing her." My heart clenched with uneasiness. Why was I feeling myself in her place?
My mother also wanted a boy. She said I was a burden, that I was a disgrace to feminity only because I was curvy.
Every shape is beautiful, right?
"Its even worse in remote areas. People want male as a heir to inherit their ancestory but little do they know that from woman, a man is born. A man is conceived in woman's womb.
From her the future generation comes. Without woman there will be no world." Eric said seriously and I really appreciated his respect for versatility of society. Being a woman wasn't bad, instead you required a determination to be one.
I was shockingly impressed by him. This was first time I had heard his opinion. I had huge respect for men who knew how their lives were without women.
"Wow. You should've wrote these damn things in that article." Samantha said pleased as he did a applaud for him. Eric smiled shyly as a small chuckle escaped my lips-
Again! I had this feeling again! Uneasiness washed over me as Eric raised his curious brow at me before ola ing his hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" He asked sorry lacing his soft voice.
"Y-yeah." I tried. I tried to smile but failed. He must had sensed my fear because he narrowed his eyes before giving me glass of water. Samantha and her husband was busy taking so they didn't paid attention to us.
I greedily gulped down the water.
"Thanks." I said placing the empty glass on table. Eric nodded not sure if I really was fine.
My eyes immediately looked around when I met his gaze, and everything inside me jolted, as though I got a shock from defibrillator. Initially I hadn't thought I would see him again. And for the first time I comprehended how dangerous he looked.
He was leaning back in his chair, his long, suit-clad legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles under the round table. It was a casual pose but there was nothing casual about dark light in his steely gaze. He was not just looking dangerous, but also lethal. I saw it in his metallic gaze and the twisted readiness in his large body, in the arrogant twitch of his jaw and the sinister curl of his lips.
This was the man who looked like he lived and breathed violence. A man for whom rules of society didn't existed.
A surge of anger nad fear that came with the thought that I wasn't being paranoid cuts through my body.
I immediately turned my head as his lips curled up. He knew that I knew he was here. That he was the one stalking me. His metallic gaze told me everything I didn't needed to know.
Wa my mind really playing tricks on me?