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Italics denote use of Italian.

Chapter 4

Reborn had already arrived at Luna Nera, and was at a corner table shrouded with darkness when Violet, Blaise, and Draco entered the bar. Conversations quieted momentarily as the men in the bar looked Violet over. There was a lot to look at. She looked gorgeous in dark green, the color setting off her hair and eyes perfectly. Her dress came to a few inches above the knee, and her legs looked smoking hot in stillettos. More than one man kept their eyes following her as they were seated at a table.

They ordered a bottle of white wine, and then Blaise asked Violet to dance. The beat sounded like a rumba to Reborn, and he was mesmerised by the sexy way they were dancing. Every once in a while, Blaise would twirl her, and her skirt would flip up enough to see the top of her stockings, and the tabs of her garter belt.

They looked gorgeous together. Blaise was tall with broad shoulders, and a tapered waist. He was dark complected, with dark hair and violet -colored eyes. Violet was a study in contrast with her pale skin, and vivid coloring. She was a graceful dancer, and he could see the trained fighter in the smoothness of her movement. Even in 4 inch heels, he towered over her.

She was passed off to Draco for the next dance, and they made a beautiful pair. They looked like fire and ice. She was a flame, scarlett hair whipping around her, and all passionate movements. Draco was so pale (skin, eyes and hair) and he seemed almost detached. Like he was going through the motions -cold.

They were attracting a lot of attention, and it was only a matter of time before someone else approached her. He was going to stake his claim now, before anyone else could.

Draco and Violet had just stopped off at the table to get a drink, when she felt someone approaching. Turning around, she saw the same man from earlier making his way to the table. He was wearing a bespoke suit and a fedora. He looked extremely sexy.

"Excuse me, beautiful. My name is Reborn. Would you care to dance?" He asked, just as an Argentine tango started playing.

Violet looked him up and down, smirking slightly. "Sure, if you think you can keep up." She said cheekily.

Reborn took her offered hand, and led her out to the dance floor. He was shocked by what he felt when their hands connected. Violet Potter was a latent Cloud! A very strong, very pure Cloud. She also appeared to have a secondary Sky flame! The two rarest types of flames, crammed into one tiny woman. He drew Violet up against him, until she was plastered to his front. He could feel her soft curves molding to his body perfectly. She felt like heaven in his arms.

Violet was reeling at Reborn's closeness. He smelled gorgeous, and his firm body felt wonderful pressed against her. He was radiating warmth, and something inside of her (her magic?) started reaching out to him. She raised her leg, and wrapped it around his hip, and then the dance began.

They were made to dance together. The sexual tension was thick enough to drown in. With every flick, kick, and lift they owned the dance floor. Every eye in the bar was on the couple as they showed how effective dance can be as foreplay. Reborn ran his hand sensuously up her calf, stopping as he felt the tab connecting her stockings to her garter belt. His hand was scorching hot on her bare back, and he ran his thumb idly down her spine. Violet shivered at the sensation, goosebumps forming at the arousing touch.

Reborn could not believe it, but he was getting hard just dancing with her. She smelled like jasmine, and her skin was smoother than silk. Violet's body was hourglass shaped, and even though she was tiny, her legs were long. Her ass was a work of art, and her emerald eyes were even more beautiful up close. She was a gorgeous woman, and there was instant chemistry between them. The piece of music ended, and Reborn escorted her to his corner table.

"May I buy you a drink?" He asked. He was lightly stroking her lower back as he steered her in the right direction. He couldn't stop touching her.

"Yes, please. A glass of Reisling will do. You speak English well, but I would like to practice my Italian if you please." She said as she took a seat.

"Your accent is very good." Reborn said. After sipping their drinks that had just arrived, Reborn decided to be up front. "In the interest of full disclosure, I feel I must tell you that I know who you are. I am not a wizard, but I do have Dying Will Flames, and am in the know about the Magical World."

"Really." Violet said, taken aback. In her surprise, she switched back to English. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She wanted a break from all things Magical, yet she hated hiding her magic from people who did not know. "I have always wondered about Soul Fire. I wonder if it feels anything like Magic does to me." She decided to keep talking to Reborn, as he did not seem like a fanboy. (Or a death eater in disguise.)

Reborn raised an eyebrow. "You do know you have both, right?" He asked. It was not very common, but it did happen.

Violet was shocked by that statement/question. Did she really? "I have flames? What kind?" She asked.

"Yes. You, my dear, are a very strong cloud. I think you have a Sky secondary as well. That is beyond rare." He said.

Violet snorted. "Of course it is." She said. Reborn thought he heard her grumble 'Potter luck'. "So, you know who I am. Tell me about yourself." She asked. "I can tell by sight alone that you are Mafia. What do you do?" Violet was always one to be overly curious.

Reborn was taken aback by that statement completely. "I cannot even confirm there is a Mafia." He said. He couldn't break Omerta. But wait- "Actually, since you have flames yourself, I guess you can know." He said, then reached for her hand once more. He kissed the top of her knuckles. "Reborn, the 'World's Greatest Hitman' at your service." He introduced. He did not show it, but he was nervous. People who were not in the Mafia tended to think hitmen were nothing less than serial killers who got paid to do it.

Violet's eyes widened, betraying her surprise. She was shocked he was being so forthcoming. "Violet Potter, 'Woman-Who-Conquered', and Dark Lord Slayer at your service." She said impishly.

Reborn chuckled lowly, relieved. "Are you truly?" He said in a sexy tone.

"Am I truly what?" Violet asked. His sexy voice was distracting.

"At my service." He said, giving her a smouldering look.

Violet's stomach swooped at the daring question. She was terribly attracted to Reborn. She was traveling to let go, and have fun. He seemed like the perfect candidate to have a fling with. However, he reeked of danger. It would be amazingly stupid, reckless, and dangerous to start something with a Mafia hitman. She knew this. So she said the only thing she could.

"What kind of services do you require?"