Chapter 3

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.

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