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WARNING: Sexy hitman, bad language, cheeky heroine, and (hopefully) witty banter.
Italics denote spoken Italian
Chapter 3
Reborn stood naked in front of the mirror, critically examining his body. Being in baby form for so long, it was still a novelty to see his fully matured physique. Reborn had never been overly muscular. He had always been more lithe, and well defined. He was strong in mind and body, and confident in his appeal. He would be the first to admit he was a little vain, but he felt that 'if you've got it, flaunt it'.
Reborn was tall, with lean muscles draping his frame. His arms, shoulders, back and abdominals were clearly defined, yet not overworked. His thighs and buttocks were strong, and densely muscled, causing him to resemble a jaguar, or panther - tightly coiled muscles ready to pounce.
His favorite thing about being back in an adult body had to be his cock. It was one thing to be in the body of a toddler, quite another to have the 'goods' miniaturized. Reborn was a master of seduction. A ladies' man. A connoisseur of women of all shapes and sizes - take your pick. Having such a large part of his personal identity frozen had left him feeling unlike himself, and uncomfortable in his own skin. This was an unacceptable weakness, and he revelled in being a sexual being once more.
As reborn shaved, he thought back to earlier today. He had arrived in Venice this morning, and using his contacts in the area, was quickly able to find the hotel of his target. He had initially been interested in her beauty alone, however research on the redhead had made her far more intriguing. The 'bella signora' he had taken an interest in was none other than Violet Potter - The Woman Who Conquered.
Reborn had not been particularly interested in Magical Britain's civil war, but he had kept an eye on the situation. The Mafia in general, and the Vongola in particular, did not want to involve itself in the conflict. If it had dragged on much longer, they would have had to reconsider. If Voldemort had conquered Britain, the rest of Europe would not have been far behind. That would have been horrible for business, and the economy would have been decimated. As callous as it may seem, the Famiglias would not intervene to save lives. Money, however, was a different story altogether.
When he had heard that Voldemort had been defeated by Violet Potter, he hadn't given it much thought except that he was glad they didn't need to get involved. Most wizards and witches were moronic sheep that had no sense of logic. He tried to steer clear of them, generally. Potter was a different story. She was a warrior. She didn't hide behind others, she did what was necessary to survive. He couldn't help but respect that.
It didn't hurt that she was hot as all Hell, either.
He had sat himself at an outdoor table at a cafe across from her hotel earlier, and had been pleasantly surprised when her and her companions sat at a nearby table. The pale blond was identified as Draco Malfoy, but he was unaware of the name of the man of Italian descent who was with them.
Reborn pretended to look over a newspaper, a cup of expresso at hand.
"Welcome to Cafe Escala. Are you ready to order?" The waiter asked cheerfully. He was obviously giving Violet more attention than the two men.
"I would like a double expresso, and an order of sfogliatelle, please." Violet said, smiling brightly at the dazzled waiter.
"We will all have the same, however I would like a cup of tea." Draco said, dismissing the waiter with a flick of his wrist. " You keep eating like that Vi, and you'll be as big as a hippogriff." He said cattily.
"No you won't, darling. If you are worried about it though, I could help you work those calories off." Blaise said with a playful leer.
Violet just ignored him, and gave Reborn a subtle once -over. "Take me dancing tonight, Blaise. That will keep me fit." Violet said, after giving Draco the finger.
"Classy, Violet. Real classy." Draco said.
"What can I say, Draco? You bring out the best in me." Violet said with a sweet smile.
Blaise snorted. "I would be honored to take you dancing, bella. There is a bar called Luna Nera that has dancing. However, it is frequented by mafia types and other dangerous people. Are you feeling adventurous?" He asked with a smirk.
Draco groaned. "Now you have practically dared her, Blaise. You know she can't help herself, she's too Gryffindor." He said, with disgust in his voice.
"First of all, that is not an actual insult. Secondly, we are also technically armed and dangerous. Lastly, men in suits and fedoras are all kinds of sexy." Violet said, glancing at Reborn. " So are you in, or are you out?" She finished.
It took everything Reborn had not to react, but he managed. He wondered if she knew he was listening. He actually knew all about Luna Nera, so he would have a bit of an advantage there.
"Of course I'm in. I can't leave you to your own devices, you stumble into enough trouble as it is." Draco said with a long suffering sigh. "It is a burden I have to bear."
Their pastries and beverages arrived, and conversation turned to good places to shop. Reborn tuned out the rest of the conversation, and shortly thereafter left the cafe. He now knew exactly where to meet up with her later.
It was general policy in the mafia not to dance in public. It gave the enemy too many openings. Reborn had too much of a reputation to have to worry much, though. He decided to make an exception this evening. Dance was the ultimate seduction, and he planned on enjoying every step.
As he finished dressing that evening, he spritzed on a spicy scented cologne. Sex involved all of the senses, and he had every intention of having Violet Potter in his bed tonight.