"Catch that woman!!" I heard the obese man shout as he was chasing me.

I saw the vendor who has the chilli stall whose banner said from around the world and I said a fast prayer to god to forgive me for what I was about to do. And as I was just a few steps away from the stall I pushed my hand and the chilli powder flew in the air and I could hear people shouting from the pain and I was sorry for it but at least my pain in the *** was gone now.

Gone, long, long, way back gone.

I kept running and running until I reach the park where it was much crowded and I bent down keeping my hands on my knees and trying to regain my normal breathing rate and after calming down I looked back turning my head over my shoulders to see if that man was still chasing me or not.

I was glad that no one was following me and to be completely sure I look sideways I didn't found that man and I was happy at that but I for sure found a boy sitting on a bench he looked quite lonely and...upset?

No, I guess he looked angry!

Yes, he definitely looked angry and I kept curiously looking at him. Seconds passed to minutes but nothing changed but one thing I noticed while looking at him continuously for minutes was that he was a boy of around 10 or 11 years and like any other boy of his age he was a playful and joyous kid only he was too good at acting.

Well at least for a boy of his age because it was clear to me he was actually trying to maintain this angry facade and he was quite good at it too.

Not able to keep myself anymore I walked to him, as my curiosity win again.

'Curiosity killed the cat!' my conscience thoughts invaded in my mind again as they always did whenever I did something for which I was nervous for or for which I couldn't control myself.

'But I'm no cat! I am a human...human being for that matter...HOMO SAPIENS so I'm safe' and as always I beat my conscious for it to only bite me back later. But I couldn't understand how in the world talking to a 10 year is gonna bite me back later.

I sat on the far end of the bench while the boy sat in the middle seeing I got no reaction I scoot closer to him and I saw him looking in my direction from the corner of his eyes and he was going to say something but I beat him to it.

Because only after speaking I realized that he was going to say something to me.

Damn Neurons! They are so slow I need to have more almonds.

"Look I know you saw me so there's no point in ignoring me." that's what I spoke to him before he could have said something.

He replied  monotonously "I was not ignoring you, quite the contrary actually, I was going to acknowledge you an-"

"Really?! Well, that's a relief." I sighed.

"Don't interrupt me again, and answer me Who are you? and What do you want from me?" he spoke passively, looking straight in my eyes.

WoW...How rude I've never met someone so rude before.

"Well for starters I'm a woman if you don't know and What would I want from you, you are just little boy."

"I may be a boy but I'm not that small to not understand that you are a woman that could want enough from me, so I ask again and for the last time, what do you want? Because believe me this world is greedy enough to take what it wants at any cost. When they can take a life of

something as small as silkworm to get silk from it, then what I am just a 10-year-old child as you may say."

Wow, that was really deep.

"I only wanted to know why were you sitting alone? Why not play with those kids of your age? Instead of trying to mimic the angry facial expression and neutral voice?" I ask as innocently as possible because this kid seems to be very cautious and observant.

His head whiplashed towards me, in a flash with eyes as big as saucers and mouth a bit hung down, "How'd you know?"

As if a waterfall all his neutral expression and passive voice fell down.

His voice got a bit high octave too. "You are not here to kidnap me right? And ask Boss something drastic in return for your Boss? Because if you are Boss is gonna kill you villain!" he spoke aggressively as his voice changed from a normal American accent to a heavy Italian accent.

And kept me wondering if he is Italian? But recalling his words I laugh.

"Oh! Boy, No I'm no kidnapper and I for sure won't kidnap you. Now don't want your Boss on my *** when I finally got a madman out of my ***."

I spoke shaking my head and the boy started grinning a wide smile all the traces of doubts were gone as I freely joke to him and he started laughing and I did too because quite frankly I just need a reason to laugh.

"Tell me how did you get the madman out of your ***? Please!! I love stories." he spoke excitingly much different to his last vocal.

"Well you see I was buying the veggies and I spend half an hour, HALF-AN-HOUR at his stall to select all the fine, green and fresh vegetables and when I was done he made the bill double the amount of what it was supposed to after discount!!

I told him in the very start I want discount cause I'm buying whole week supply from him it was four polybags of veggies and he agreed but when the billing time came he back off from his word.

I mean he gave me his word, WORD!

So I told him if he is giving me a discount or not? I continuously asked him three times and he calmly said no and I became furious so I threw all his veggies on the damn floor and ran.

So I ran and ran and he chase and chase, many obstacles came and gone, many I created, many he created, finally I saw a chilli powder store and I push it and it mixed in the air and so finally I got rid of him.

End Of The Story!" and by the time I finished my story and turned to look at him with a sigh, I found him looking at me in complete awe, as if I were the knight in the shining armour and he was my princess.

"Wow you are so brave, so intelligent, so hero!!! I want to be 50% like you. Would you teach me to be you, my hero?" he asked with puppy eyes.

"Why, of course, I would! But the question is why you want to become only 50% like me and not 100% ?" I asked a bit offended.

"Well, rest 50% I want to become like Boss!"

"OH," I spoke with a bit jealousy. Even though I've known this child for like five minutes.

"Yes he likes daring people only like you, my hero." he giggled like a cute little girl and I laughed with him.

"Well, that for sure I am," I said proudly.

"I need to learn to be like you, a daring man if I ever want to work for Boss," he said with determination and I thought to encourage him further.

"Why yes, of course, everyone wants their employees to be risk takers, intelligent people and more so over be successful in that risk. Who wants their employees to be a *****?" I said and only after he questioned me about the swear word did I realize I used slang in front of a 10-year-old kid.

"*****?? Why would anyone want a ***** cat? They are pets, right? So??" he asked innocently only if he remains this innocent ten years from now, or even before that, I snorted at the thought.

"Ummm Yeah right, Yeah Ummm they do are pets," I mumbled wondering what excuse to make.

"So? Why would anyone act as a ***** cat for their Boss? Would my Boss get impressed?" I bit my tongue for my stupidity and at his innocence.

No wonder why adults never swear in front of kids. So many questions.

And now I had completely no idea how to correct this small and silly yet large and stupid mistake.

Wise men said 'Think before you speak' they were absolutely right. I mean look at the saying itself they must have thought then said such a marvellous saying.

Now first for firsts is getting a pack of plain almonds even if they are tasteless and I hate them.

No, maybe roasted almonds. Yep, they definitely sound better!

Now time for the problem at hand to be solved. Use your brain!!! Ahmm!?

"Well, umm....forget about all this. Tell me about this boss of yours he seems like your idol? Someone you look up to, someone who's your inspiration." I used my brain and simply tried to divert the question towards his boss. I mentally thanked his boss for saving me, truly he must be a very good man for he saved me

even unknowingly.

No wonder he was the inspiration of this little boy.

"Yes, he definitely is my idol. Fearless, dangerous, powerful, coraugeo-ca-co-courageous, like a true king." and I laughed hard. I wonder if he sat down and learnt all those words.

And he continued without a full stop while I look at this happy kid who was blabbering about how good his boss was, how he admired him. He told me his parents worked for him and he

dreamt to work for him.

I wish every boss was like his boss or his parents' boss. I sighed thinking not everyone had this good luck to have a decent boss. Pitying myself.

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If only she or even he knew how good The Boss truly was.

The day was bright sunny with birds chirping even in the warm afternoon.

It was clearly a day where you would go to a beach enjoy it with your feet sinking in the warm sand and enjoying its warmth with a cold drink in your hands.

A jet landed in the ever same weather of New York, and men in crisp black suit stood by the stairs of the jet, while the men and women of airport staff stood at a clear distance.

It felt as if the President himself was landing but even he himself would not have created the fearful aura that seemed to surround the people standing as stiff as soldiers.

The gate opened and the young attractive man stepped out with olive tan skin behind him a man with similar complexion clearly he was his brother.

The flight attendant bowed in respect and what was an emotion hidden very slyly by her smile was fear, to the young lads of Genovese clan. Who finally stepped foot on the American ground. 

Both were fierce, if one was breathing fire then the other was tantalizing cold ice.

They soon reached the exit, that for the one present in the city might be the entrance. A Maybach parked proudly at the gate awaiting its master as patiently as it's luxury demanded for it to be.

And by the car's gate stood their family butler Pablo which was personally assigned to Alessio since childhood knowing how tempting and demanding he gets.

He stood their obeying-ly anticipating his young Capo Alessio Luchesi Genovese and his elder Rafael Tedesco Genovese. While being already catered to the youngest one back in the heart of the city with the latest clubs and casinos for Pietro Domenico Genovese.

He happens to leave the exact time as Alessio left but manages to land in New York before anyone of them.

Maybe knowing how short hot-tempered his young master is. Or knowing he is the one responsible for his young master's comfort made him work come faster.

Sitting in the expensive, luxurious car and watching the sky-high scrapers passing by, Pietro should have believed his brother was indeed watching the buildings as they pass by, but he knew his brother better.

As the buildings passed within the blink of an eye, Alessio's mind switch from one of his works to the other.

Yes, the man was that fast.

The setting sun, clouds scattered in the sky with different colours. It looked beautiful not like the canvas that had an artist creating a masterpiece on it but like that unnoticed, unimportant palette holding different colours, mixing them creating a new one.

The setting sun was able to hide even in the scattered clusters of clouds as if shy of the world to see it or was it the vulnerable state of it against the world?

Vulnerable just like the people in the sky rising building. A havoc was storming in the skyscraper and the people were as scared as a two year in the storm.

Vulnerable as the setting sun in the scattered clouds. Afraid of their company's owner to get offended by them unintentionally. Leading them jobless or probably more homeless.

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Alessio's feet were continuously tapping on the floor. An unusual, uncommon thing of him to do, his brother thought.

Situated on the lush cherry brown sumptuous and extravagant couch Rafael flipped through a number of files and mails opened on his laptop just like his younger brother. 

Except as the time slowly passed Alessio who was popularly known for his short temper was increasingly calm but he knew Alessio well, inside of him a storm was raging and his rapid tapping on the floor, more violently after every tap was a sheer indication of it.

"Send manager Karl," Alessio spoke in the intercom, very calmly in his thick Italian accent trying to be as much clear as to the native Americans.

When the manager entered and stood right in front of Alessio's table he shivered and trembled like a leaf falling in autumn.

"Where's the director?" Alessio continued to look down on the messed up files and interrogated him.

"She's on maternity leave, sir!" Karl the supposed manager exclaimed almost immediately.

Alessio pursed his lips in a tight line and gave a single nod of agreement, his tapping of feet on the floor long ended when Karl entered.

"And General Manager?"

"Mr Fincher took leave for a month for he had his wedding and then for his honeymoon."

Alessio closed his eyes and took long breath and spoke ever so patiently "So The Genovese Inc., the New York Branch was running so far without a Director or even a General Manager for as long as 3 months and only now that everything is so horrendously messed up that you, Assistant Manager dared to inform us in headquarters!"

And finally all the chains to his temper snapped and he roared like an angry lion so loud that might have all the working employees quaked in fear "Were you sleeping all this while?! Mr Karl Anderson?"

"Sorry sir, I thought we'd manage..." he left the sentence incomplete wishing to finish the sentence but the fierce aura he felt from Alessio's glare at him made him stop the unspoken words that remained in his mouth and eyes down on the floor.

In shame or fear was worth a question to be asked. But the matter at hand was more important.

Pietro snorted and Alessio shot another glare but this time in his brother's direction.

Pietro tried to ignore it while Rafael spoke "You know this branch may not be headquarters but this is the base and is more important as it is in the heart of  New York's Corporate. Making it globally approachable? Many businesses and stocks depend from this particular branch only. You know that right?"

Mr Anderson didn't met any of their eyes and kept looking down and nodded his head with a small 'yes sir'.

"And you dare show such immaturity?" And the irony here was undeniably laughable, the man who himself was so popularly known for his own immaturity even after reaching 22, was speaking of immaturity.

Pietro Genovese, the third in line of three brothers, the youngest so the most and only immature and carefree amongst three of them, spoke for the first time since being here as he cannot keep to himself anymore since he saw how his elder second, hot-tempered sibling looked about ready to blast and he was wondering what and how to control then.

"You are dismissed since I fire you," Pietro spoke further in the hope it will calm his brother in some sense.

And Mr.Anderson looked up in an instant, in utter fear of his job. Knowing well if he was fired from Genovese Inc. no other company would be willing to hire him. Nothing or no one can get him employed. Neither the in-demand 10 years of experience nor the company's rival.

"Sorry sir, please forgive me! It won't happen again, I swear on my dead father. Please" he spoke exasperatingly.

"Write a letter to General Manager and Director, they are fired too," Alessio spoke nonchalantly as if he just didn't give a poor employee his literal death sentence.

"But wasn't they both on legal leave? With a valid reason and pre-information? Wouldn't it shade us in a bad light?" Rafael spoke as a matter of fact but Alessio looked as rigid as a metamorphic rock.

Non-negotiable!

"When do people's opinions affect us? We are wise guys in our people's eyes it won't do shit to us or our reputation." Alessio spoke taking a cigar out and a vintage looking lighter from his coat pocket the having a large symbol engraved in it.

Zeus crown with an exception of two snakes crossed and stabbed by a carved knife.

Both brother's head snapped in Alessio's direction and they dared to give him a look that somewhat matched with a threatening one but it was hard to say.

But one thing was for sure that totally gave away by the look was as if both brothers were giving him a warning or something it was hard to predict.

Even in this situation of lifelong bankruptcy which him being fired from this company could foresee upon him, he managed to see this interaction.

He was a clever guy but lack in future forecasting or in taking long-term decisions.

"Please forgive me, Boss! I beg of you!! I have a family to feed and a poor old mother to look after. Where should I, where would I go, lest you fire me. Depart me or demote me to a post much lower than what this employee deserves but let it stay for it shall prove it's loyalty always to you." He bends down an arm on his heart with a tightly closed fist and another behind his back.

A clear sign of respect and loyalty all three wondered if he knew of them? Was his roots were that as of them? Was he from Italy? But his last dialect was that of an English!

Alessio was impressed he knew now no matter what he'd let him keep his job and continue while he would continue on his hunt on his background.

And if there was to be found something shady no matter as small as a peck or as large as a planet. He would erase his existence from any planet.

He floundered Alessio a bit from inside but Alessio being good at hiding emotions didn't show any.

For it wasn't an emotion of mercy or kindness, it was his loyalty and sophistication even in this state, that moved Alessio. Though any better he looked on the verge of crying.

"Quite actually we are sorry for hiring an irresponsible child-like man like you who couldn't understand his own responsibilities. So to correct our dear mistake we fire you." Pietro tried to speak in a similar manner as Mr.Anderson but failed miserably and both brothers rolled their eyes for him taking everything so lightly.

"No can do Pietro," Rafael spoke and the Assistant Manager who looked like a lost child with eyes filled with tears a bit relieved as if found his parents.

"And why may I ask Rafa?" Pietro questioned with eyes sharp like a hawk who found his prey on the ground even so high in the sky, one brow arched up in annoyance wondering 'why never his brother's can agree with him?'

"It will not only create questions in people's mind which is rather of no concern of Alessio but to me, it is so No. And...Karl right?" Rafael questioned and Karl confirmed with a nod and plead in his eyes.

His eyes sending pleading message to him to save him and he'd gave his life for the company by working day and night.

"Destra; we cann–" Rafael was cut off by Alessio very smoothly.                                                                   (Right)

"Cannot fire him since whatever happened in last 3 months in the absence of both high post managers all that information is with him, he was the one to manage all the data and all employees were subordinate to him so we cannot our hands are tied now, and firing him will only create chaos if it is not already."

Rafael agreed "Exactly."

And Pietro seemed now more and more interested in his phone and so they ignored him knowing his decisions were as bad as calculative approaches.

The company's fallen revenue in the months and lack of new interns or employees catch Alessio's eye and so he further ordered "Bring in the 3 months weekly file report of recruitment the H.R. Department seems to be at rest and the Finance Department seems to do something hideous bring in the balance chart sheets too. Sospetto!"                                                                                                                                                                             (Suspicious!)

"And yes any soul hears about all this, you having record data or no data you are fired with no negotiation at all." Alessio's voice was meek yet dangerous making the poor manager shiver again, while he spoke the last 'negotiation' part looking at Rafael.

"Right Sir, anything else?" Even his question sounded like a request.

"Actually yes, contact some good no scratch that find the best consultancy firm for we need a consultant manager to sort all this mayhem, we are here to take decisions not for finding solutions to problems," Pietro spoke and Rafael seemed to agree.

But as always Alessio didn't agree his face morphed in a scowl and before he could exterminate the lame order Karl stepped out of the cabin silently with eyes down the whole time.

Maybe that was the reason why he wasn't able to see the denial expression Alessio had.

After his discreet departure he questioned hard irritated tone "Perché abbiamo bisogno di un estraneo? Un consulente per gestire e ordinare i conti e i dipendenti della nostra azienda? Non è simpatico né siamo sicuri che il consulente manager non sarebbe corrotto! Chissà di cosa è capace?"                                                                                                                                                                                    ("Why do we need an outsider? A consultant to manage and sort our company's accounts and employees? It's not likeable nor we are sure that the consultant manager wouldn't be corrupt! Who knows what's he's capable of?")

"Oh! Cazzo dammi un uomo di rottura! Che cazzo dubbioso di un fratello che ho!" Pietro murmered under his breath.                                                                                                                                            ("Oh! ****, give me a break man! What a doubting **** of a brother I've got!")

"Esatto, chi lo sa? Se è corrotto o no, nessuno sa di cosa è capace? Forse è molto più capace di quello per cui gli stai dando credito." Il saggio l'aveva fatto dubitare e diffidare di chiunque." Rafael tried to bargain with Alessio.                                                                                                                          ("Exactly who knows? If he's corrupt or not neither anyone knows what he's capable of? Maybe he is much more capable of what you are giving him the credit for. Staying the wise guy had made you doubt and be suspicious of every and anyone.") 

"Ora chiudiamo tutto questo lavoro, assumeremo qualche maledetto consulente per questo, ecco a cosa servono. Let's go grab a snack dude." Pietro tried to mimic the American accent but failed miserably making Rafael chuckle and Alessio scowl.                                                                            ("Now close all this work we're gonna hire some bloody consultant for it, that's what they are for.")

Sitting in one of the booths by the window all five men reminiscing their old times visiting the old French Restaurant and the city itself.

Though Alessio had a sour expression on his face and his mind racing from the possibilities of the cases pending over a pile on his table back at the office, he still recalled his last visiting the restaurant and his usual order from the menu which he always ordered.

Although they didn't like much of any cuisine except for their Italian, being born and growing up in Italia all their lives could be the reason.

But they somewhat like the French croissant over the English toast that this French restaurant served. Maybe their ancestral feud with the English could be the reason for their disliking the English toast for even a normal day breakfast.

They ordered the French lunch and waited while discussing topics that jumped quite frequently from one topic to another much to Alessio's annoyance and much to Pietro's amusement.

The third one indeed enjoyed annoying his elder one till the chain of his mood finally snapped.

In between the talks that were hard to intercept if were formal or more informal. Since even their informal talks were about business.

Alessio Genovese was not a man of many words but he was a great listener. Maybe his profession being such that prefer a listener over a speaker was one of the reasons why he was a great listener.

But either way, even his listening had a certain limit until he spoke and he spoke words that were more poisonous than the Python's venom.

Therefore in order to keep his calm, he looked out of the window for it was a good interaction with the city he visited long ago.

He saw and observed something that he had never before observed during his visiting days of the city. He observed that the area they were dining in was for the locals of classes of the middle. People of sophistication and pockets full of money didn't seem to visit the area or were far too busy for it.

He being the person who preferred quietness over city buzz couldn't decipher if he liked the area of middle's full of car honks, baby cries, the laughter of vendors between their conversations or the teen fights in a dark, lone alley-way.

Or the quietness of the riches, the uppers that preferred their morning with royal tables filled with exquisite delicacies and at the end more than half of will end up in trash while they will be out in fame telling how they wish the poor didn't have to sleep an empty stomach.

Alessio saw a suspicious man and wonder was the day filled with all kind of suspicions? First the Finance Department and now this man, he sighed exhaustingly.

And once again looked at the man, to a common eye or the civilians he looked normal but to the likes of Alessio and his men at the table, this man was anything but common.

He knew then very well but as his brothers and two men were busy bickering like children they didn't focus on, while knowing they have Alessio with them nothing can go unnoticed and they were quite correct too, as him observing that man was an example laid on a platter.

Alessio observed that man was unbalanced and was even wavering a bit, "Capo! That man looks suspicious should we grab him?" On receiving no answer Marco slowly got up to go to that suspicious man. Eyes still focused on him.

Alessio placed his fisted hand upon the table-top, two fingers snapped up, erect. A motion clear to Marco to stop and wait until he orders he sat down slowly.

Their food arrived but none touched, senses alert of all, ready to attack if needed. Marco and Franco held the guns by their chest with the finger on the trigger, eyes focused on the man just like others.

The man stopped at the supermarket store right in front of their window booth, but not with them as their target but someone or rather anyone.

And that anyone happens to be the young woman that opened the supermarket store's door and stepped out. As bright as the day she wore a sundress, lavender in colour just like her eyes.

Amethyst eyes, raven black hair, and a complexion as rare as that of her eyes, a white that was a slight yellowish as if saffron mixed in pure white milk.

She was a beauty no doubt but what was she to be labelled as?

A Raven Beauty?

A Lavender Beauty?

Amethyst beauty?

That was sure a question to ponder upon.

Alessio thought the last one seems to be a likeable once since it's rare to find amethyst eyes but then he seems to prefer lavender. Would she prefer the former one or like him the latter?

He dismissed the idea as soon as it came. It wasn't his business what she was or what she preferred. He was the audience and she was the entertainer for the show that was about to behold.

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Unknown to the world the girl was not only wearing the sundress as bright as the day but her mood was equivalently as bright since the unannounced big sale in the supermarket made her super happy.

She took a large step out of the store only to be met with a baggy man that looked much like the boogyman from her mother's childhood bed-time stories.

Messy, dark, baggy clothes. A beanie, with a bear mask covering his mouth down below his eyes, hiding all features of his face except for his eyes.

She stopped her unusual walk of long strides that was because of the happiness of the big sale. A big large brown paper bag filled till the top with different items.

She could clearly see the perspiration on his forehead causing the front of his beanie was moist, his eyes held anger but fear too and unusual strange combination of emotions to see together.

Down on quivering hands a long sharp knife which vibrated too due to the quivering of his hands.

Quivering hands and sweaty head, the amethyst girl smirked and questioned: "First-time burglary eh?"

And it seemed to quirked a nerve in him, maybe she was right and so he snapped "Shut up and hand over all the money."

A sinister smile played on his lips as if something just strikes him which seem to satisfy him "So much shopping clearly the beauty got money."

The girl balanced all the mass of paper on one hand. And with other she stopped him with a blank face and turned right towards the mirror wall of the supermarket store, the confused man thought she was trying to escape but Ha! Like he would let her.

She laid the bag of her shopping against the transparent wall as support and turn to him. "Yes, what were you saying? Money right? Give it to you? Well, I ain't got any left and even if I got I won't give to ya?"

He cursed "You bitch, Don't act smart with me and pass over all the money and I may let you go or else – tsk tsk." he smirked a  dirty evil smile.

"Or else what?" The young girl was testing his patience.

"Believe me innocent beauty you don't want to know, now hand over everything."

"I ain't got any! How many times do I have to repeat that you will get it in your non-existent brain? Now move I have places to be or else I can teach you a lesson or two."

"That's it you bad-mouthed bitch!" The burglar moved forward with the aim to stab the girl.

The men sitting not far, just across the road in the French diner having started their lunch watched it just like others sitting and watching no one daring to go and help her or just so even dare to inform on 911.

Seems like these poor enjoy the show, ain't they got money to spend on some action at theatres? Alessio thought.

And he realised he thought so because he couldn't digest the fact that no one wants to save such a precious beauty and then he wondered why he's caring?

Cause he shouldn't!

Though the men were far more capable of just daring but not leaving the meal of the day in between is what their madre taught, Alessio calmly said and made everyone stop on his table though except Rafa no one interrupted nor care enough to help the poor girl.

They seem more interested in their food. But the girl was anything but poor, she not only easily dodged the knife but pulled his knife holding hand forward making him lose his balance completely and taking involuntary steps forward and in this time the girl turned swiftly and threw a floor touching low kick at his figure.

He fell with both hands touching the ground for balance and she tangled her leg in his leg which was supporting him to get up and then she pulled back he fell face forward again on the floor and groaned loud which turn into a small yell of aggression and frustration "Aghh!!"

He then got up in sheer anger and turned abruptly, but his turn was met by the girl's now sky high head kick which met his ear, Alessio felt impressed and leaned forward as if it was the climax like that of a thriller movie and awaited her next move.

While Marco commented as if a background voice. "She seems a beauty with brain, kicking his head by the ear, would shook his insides and it would take several seconds or for a man like him who was so weak would take minutes to recover".

The man was completely holding his ear, with eyes tightly closed and him staggering a but as if drunk.

It was clear he really was shook and needed time to recover, while the girl brushed her hands on her lavender dress, making a phew sound.

And as if the ending of a movie the police siren was heard and they arrived taking him with them and asking her to come with them for further interrogation.

To say the least, all men were impressed by her but Alessio surpassed that.

For he looked into reality, no common person would know such a method to fight nor a self-defence trainer would know such techniques.

A man well-trained to tackle his rivals in the world complete of violence, Underworld, could only know such moves.

Alessio softly rubbed his chin while jumping from one thought to others and finally reaching a conclusion.

They all were broken from their own respective conclusion by the waiter arriving and taking their empty dishes and asking for if they needed anything else.

Paying and stepping out of the restaurant they all forgot about the girl and her killer moves.

This inquisitiveness about the Amethyst Lavender beauty dying along as they took further steps away.

Though somewhere inside Alessio he felt as that intense incense that was extinguished but left was the fragrance deep absorbed while it's smoke still rising like the mystic flame from the incense dead rod.