/TWO: The Girl in The Mirror.

"Murder? THAT was your solution?" Yifei whispered harshly in her mother tongue through gritted teeth, glaring at the smirking woman in the mirror.

"Would you rather I took my time coming up with a more diplomatic approach?" Snarled her reflection before an icy countenance fell upon her face, devoid of remorse. "Would you rather he raped you?"

Yifei could not retaliate for she rather didn't. But to kill a man at his own wedding? That was a bad omen and would surely bring misfortune. Karma was dutiful and she would come for everyone eventually. "Signore Amorelli is not one we can be easily rid of..." The young heiress mumbled to herself, dropping her eyes to the sink below the mirror. This was not the first time something like this occurred -- the only difference being that the events before did not escalate to this point. There had been blood, yes, but nothing beyond her control.

"Use that man."

This made Yifei look up with clear disapproval written all over her face. "Signore Amorelli? No!" If the look of displeasure on the other was anything to by she was as equally outraged by her response as she was by her suggestion. "You've done quite enough. No more." The heiress declared reproachfully, her voice filled with resolution she did not truly possess.

While tonight was only her second encounter with Niccolo Amorelli, Yifei knew he was not a man to be trifled with. The first time she met him was a few months ago at a party in Volterra. He had been arrogant, brazen and flirted with her shamelessly infront of his own date. Yet no one thought it odd. She had wondered at the time if it was just how Italians were. Such behavior wouldn't have been much welcomed back home. She later realized, however, that everyone's ignorance had been self-inflicted for the simple reason that he was Niccolo Amorelli. No one dared to question his actions or his intentions. Though, as expected, his flirtations didn't last. He seemed the type to have three wives and four concubines. Perhaps it was something she said or did, but his interest almost immediately left his eyes as though they were never there to begin with.

Yifei willed the woman away before she decided she had spent enough time locked up in the bathroom and finally made her way out. Perhaps Niccolo heard the door open, but before she could even take a step into the bedroom she heard his authoritative voice commanding her to close her eyes. It had startled her that she obliged before she really thought about it. "W-What's going on?" She questioned hesitantly when only the growing sounds of footfalls filled the room as Niccolo made his way towards her by the bathroom door.

"Signore?" Yifei flinched when she felt his warm hands cup her cheeks. If she had been puzzled before, she was utterly confused now. Why was he not saying anything? Had he heard her argument?

"How are you feeling, tesoro mio?" The Italian man asked in a whisper as if he was telling her a secret, the only thing out of place was the concern in his tone. "Are you in pain? Did he hurt you anywhere?"

Yifei could only shake her head in response for she could not trust her voice.

'Was this man serious? Did the shock get to him?. He had been relatively calm when he came in earlier. So why is he acting as though I was the wronged one when the man I killed not too long ago laid somewhere on the floor?'

"Good." He stated, clearly pleased. "Can you walk?"

Again, she merely nodded.

"We're leaving. Keep your eyes close until I say otherwise." and without a simple explanation, she was manoeuvred out of the guest room. Even when she heard the clear sound of the door closing behind them he did not say anything and only continued to guide her forward, his hand pressed firmly on the small of her back.

It was only when a considerable distance stood between them and the crime scene did Niccolo permit her to open her eyes.

Yifei couldn't understand the billionaire's composure and wondered if he had done something like this before. It must have showed because he sent her a knowing smirk.

She saw him open his mouth to respond, no doubt to throw out some quip, only then to watch him close it again a second later and harden his expression when they both heard footsteps ahead. They both turned to its source and spied a crowd of growing shadows nearing the corner in the hallway accompanied by merry laughter.

"Kiss me." he said.

'What is it with him and his lack of explanations?'

"Wha---mmff!"

Niccolo tucked a finger under her chin and dipped her head backwards ever so slightly before dropping a promising kiss to her lips. One arm sneaked around her waist possessively while the other travelled down to slide his wandering hand inside the slit of her dress and gently caress the flesh underneath. A pleading moan escaped into his mouth before she could stop it and she swore she felt him smirk against her. "Yes, tesoro, just...like that. Give me another one." He whispered for her benefit only.

And as though her body was under his command, she gave out another moan and shivered at the chills running down her spine. "Another one." so she moaned again. "Another." and again.

"Niccolo, is that you?" A deep voice brought them both out from their little world. "So it is! --And oh! You have company too, I see." His suggestive, and quite salacious, tone made Yifei shiver in Niccolo's arms, though this time for a completely different reason.

They turned to face the portly man accompanied by a group of women draped over him like curtains. One did not need to work out what they were up to.

"Augustus." Niccolo greeted curtly. It was clear he did not care much for the man, but the blatant sneer made the heiress wonder if he was always like this. The way Augustus dropped his jaw to the floor confirmed this was the first time Niccolo was openly rude to him. The women with him, however, looked as though they had just reached the peak of their pleasure at the mere sight of him.

Yifei decided she did not care for the way they looked at him.

"Y-Your company is very beautiful. I do not blame you for wanting to seek privacy as well, my friend." Augustus prattled dumbly, stuck between wanting to escape and wanting to finish the 'conversation' he started with the billionaire without seeming too keen of being anywhere but here.

They were not friends, Yifei noted with amusement. She looked up at Niccolo when she felt his gaze on her and heard herself audibly gasp at the hunger in his eyes.

"Quite." Niccolo agreed ambiguously, his gaze still glue to her person, "I believe it is time to leave, gattina."