Chapter 9: The Dinner

Marco Conti's POV

I have convinced Anna to have dinner with me. It was not easy but after we shared a kiss in front of her boss, she knew that she had to play the part of being a wife well. My wife to be exact.

I smirked as I sipped on the chardonnay that we ordered. Anna was still looking through the food that she wanted to order. Her eyebrows were knotted together as she decided to pick one dish.

"Come on, cara. We don't have all night you know," I said as I put down my glass. She glared at me from her menu before she sighed.

"I don't know. I'm not familiar with Italian food. Maybe you should pick one for me?" She said as she closed the menu and looked at me. I smiled at her before I looked at her.

"What do you like?" I asked her. She bit her lower lips and something stirred in my pants.

"well, I like spicy food. Is there anything Italian that was spicy?" She asked. Was it? I mean being an Italian, I should have the answer that question but I could not. Perhaps I should look into more details of Italian cuisine.

"well, we can always try Alfredo fettuccini. But it was not as spicy as you might like, I suppose," I said as I looked at the menu. Anna nodded.

"it's fine. I'll take that," she said before I signaled the waiter. I ordered our food for more wine.

"Cheers," I said as I hold my glass. Anna arched her eyebrow at me.

"for what?" She asked. I smiled before I looked at her.

"well, I did save you from that ugly man. Does that not deserve a cheer from you?" I asked her as I was smirking at her. She rolled her eyes before she took her glass and clinked with mine.

"Cheers, to more meddling in my life from you, psycho," she said before narrowing her eyes. I chuckled before I raised my glass and winked at her.

"well, I can always cheer for that," I said before I took a sip of my wine. Anna did not take hers. I guess she did not like me. yet.

"so, while we wait, how about we talk about each other, hmm?" I asked her as she was playing with the edge of her glass. She looked up to me.

"Why should I tell you anything?" She said as she was laughing. I smiled charmingly at her.

"well, you never knew what life throws at us but I guess we just need to leave at the moment, don't you think so?" I said as I took another sip. Anna did not touch her wine. Was she allergic to wine?

"you seem down. Is it because of the wine? Do you drink wine?" I asked her before I can stop myself. I cursed under my breath at my insensitive question.

"Anna, I'm sorry. I don't mean that—"

"my mother died from malfunctioning of the liver. She was addicted to alcohol," she finally said as I was blinking at her. Was she telling about her life right now?

"so, you don't want wine because you're afraid of your mother's cause of death?" I asked her. Oh my god, Conti, can you be more sensitive? instead, Anna just laughed.

"well, you can say that but I supposed it's because I don't like to drink. It's helped me to let loose, sure, but I never took it for myself. I was the guard when my friends went out to drink," she said as she was playing with her glass. I cleared my throat as she looked at me with those big blue eyes.

"would you like water then?" I asked her. She shook her head before she smiled. She has a very cute smile.

"no, I think I might indulge in this since you were paying," she said as she raised her glass to her mouth and sipped on the chardonnay. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief. I smirked at her as I took a sip of my own.

"so, do you have any relatives?" She asked me as I looked at her. She was putting her glass down as I was playing with mine.

"well, I have a brother and a sister but I'm sure you know that already," I said as I looked at her. She blushed. I smirked before she cleared her throat.

"well, my boss did not enclose that I looked into your background so I didn't. And I don't like to know that my mark," she pointed at me, "has a life outside the one that we know," she said as her shoulder slumped a bit. I nodded.

"well, I can't say the same. I know that you were the only surviving member of your family. You went to the foster care since you were 8 and got adopted by your foster parents," I said before she continued.

"They died when I was 18 years old when I was starting college but they did leave something for me, a trust fund so that I can finish my degree," she said. I perked up at the mention of a degree. What major was she in?

"what's your major?" I asked her. She looked at me before she shook her head as she was smiling. I smiled at her face.

"well, I cannot reveal everything and besides, I thought you're Marco Thorn, greatest assassin that ever known," she whispered as she looked at me. I stared at her before the waiter brought our food and Anna smiled at him. She thanked him before she picked up her fork and looked at me with a sly smile.

"bon appetite," she said as she forked the fettuccini and ate it. She moaned at the taste of the food. I shifted in my seat.

"I think you should control that sound of yours," I said as I cut some of my lamb chops and put it into my mouth. Her eyes twinkled before she dabbed her mouth.

"well, I will try then, Mr. Thorn. That would be unladylike of me," she said before she took another pasta and ate it as she maintained eye contact with me.

Anastasia Honchar's POV

I don't know what was this feeling. desire? lust? flirtatious? Why was I flirting with this psycho, who I might as well know that he might be targeting me for his next victim? But his shift in the seat, the way that he stared at me and how he sipped on his wine when he was nervous where all the indicators that I needed.

He wanted me.

I smiled as I know that I can use his feeling, his lust of my body, to do my bidding. Maybe my mission will not be that difficult after all with the help of a great assassin. I smiled as I took a sip of my wine when I already finished with my food as well as Marco. He finished earlier than me but I bid my time, wanting to know how far he will take this.

"do you need anything else? dessert?" The waiter came as he looked at our empty plates before Marco looked at him.

"We would have chocolate sundae please," he said as he looked at me. I gulped under his intense eyes as I took another sip of my wine. I don't know how much I have taken the wine but I felt lightheaded.

was this the feeling that my mum always has whenever she drunk? I cannot focus on myself and my surroundings. It was too much that I have to grip the table to steady myself.

"are you alright?" Marco asked as he took my hand. I did not bother by the intensity of the electric pulse that went through my blood whenever he touched me. I shook my head. Now was not the time. I wonder if I wrapped myself around his middle, will he writhed—

"oh my god," I hissed at myself. Marco came to my side as he steadied me. His face was concerned about my well-being. He must think that I said that because I was drunk but if he knows any better.

"Hey, hey. easy. Don't move so sudden. You're drunk," he said as he put his hand onto my lower back. More electric pulse ran through my blood. I smiled sweetly at him, as I would never do that in my normal self.

"you're gorgeous, you know that?" I stuttered and cringed when I heard my voice. Was I always this hoarse or was it because of the wine?

"Okay, we need to get you home now, Waiter, please pack our dessert. We take it home with us and get me the check," he said as he steadied me in my seat. I hiccupped as I looked at Marco. He looked so devilish in his black suit, his sun-kissed skin, his fair hair and his emerald orbs that held the depth of the forest in them.

"Can you walk?" He asked me. I stood up abruptly before he put his hand around my waist as I stumbling forward.

"Woah, okay the answer is no," he said as he laughed at me. I glared at him.

"so, you think you are better than me, huh? oh, oh, oh, you don't know me, Conti. I will make sure that you will suffer for this," I said as I was putting my finger onto his chest. He looked at my hand before my face, his smirk was amused at my reaction right now.

"Okay, we have to go now, Cara," he said as he was putting his hand onto my waist as he took the takeout box and paid the bill, in cash. Why I was not surprised?

"you don't own me. You will not tell me what to do and don't call me cara." I stuttered before he opened the door of his car and put me in the passenger seat.

"well, I will change that later but now, we got to get you in bed. Tomorrow is a big day," he said before he closed my door and he went to the driver's seat. He got in and started the ignition before he looked at me briefly. He smirked.