A trouble maker, Demetria

I took strength from the side of this bar counter and jumped in the air and then my kick hit the face of their leader. His nose bled immediately because that was the first hit by my kick.

"Mafia you, say? Okay, sure, let's end this war." I gasped and smiled. It seemed that he was annoyed by what I said and he himself rushed at me because his colleagues ran out of the club.

Cowards!

He just punched me on my right cheek but I immediately avoided him and punched him in the stomach. It was as if nothing had happened to him and I didn't see that his fist was approaching my face so he accidentally hit my chin.

I went back immediately. He then punched me in the stomach again so my whole body seemed numb and I was sitting on the floor already and then I couldn't stop coughing because of the extreme pain of the impact of his fist on my stomach.

But instead of hurting me, I smiled as I tasted my own blood in my mouth. I slowly stood up and wiped the blood that dripped down the side of my mouth and spat the rest on the floor.

"Is that all you've got, huh?" I laughed softly, "What a shame," his face wrinkled and he was ready to punch me again when I suddenly reached for the bottle of shampaigne wine and without hesitation I hit his head using the bottle of the wine I am carrying.

"Ahh …!" I even heard the shout of the woman next to us and that's when the people started running out inside the club. Noisy, chaotic and scattered seats. That's what the bar looks like today.

"You like more? I will give it to you, just tell me." I said with no emotion written on my face. My suspicion is correct, his head will not be touched but it is enough to make it hard. I took a step forward while I bowed a little.

He immediately backed away as he is already sitting on the floor.

[O-Okay, I give up. We won't succeed anymore. Just please, don't hurt me…]

"Va bene, mi arrendo. Non ci riusciremo più. Per favore, non farmi del male…" he stammered and even though I didn't understand it, I seemed to know what to say because of the expression on his face. I just took a deep breath before he prompted me to come out.

"Just get out of this place, but once I will see you again bullying some kids, including that kid," I pointed to the young man who was just on the edge of the counter and trembling with fear.

"I will kill you myself, understand?" I added. Like a fool, he nodded immediately and almost stumbled while running outside the club.

I immediately straightened up and turned to look at the trembling young man. Tsk. He was probably there earlier.

"Hey, get up. They aren't here anymore," he is still shaking while sitting on the floor. I rolled my eyes in the air. You take care of your life. What a garbage.

I turned my back on his direction when I suddenly heard a lot of applause so I immediately raised my head. All people's eyes and attention is here in my spot. What? What did I do? I hate attention for pete's sake!

The waiter went as usual with a smile on his face and bowed in front of me so I immediately backed away.

"W-What?" I asked in annoyance.

"We just want to thank you for saving our bar, Ma'am." I give him a force smile and looked at the people here and gave them a few smiles.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter." My simple response and they have already paid for what I drank earlier. I even Googled just to find out how to use their money here and it's good that I'm a fast learner.

[H-Hey, please don't go, I'm scared,]

"H-Hey, per favore non andare, ho paura," I immediately turned around and realized that it was the young man who is speaking.

"He said that he is scared and please don't leave him." I winced when I heard the waiter say that.

I don't want that. What am I? A nanny of his?

But in the end, I once again helped him to go back to their house.

What a hassle!

***

Continuation …

I took a taxi for him.

"You can go now. You're safe, don't worry." I made a serious promise to the young man and was about to walk away when he suddenly stopped me on my wrist. I was shocked by what he did so I pulled his hand away immediately and glared at him.

"Who do you think you are to touch me?" what I hate the most of all are those people who touch me lightly. And also the fact, that he is a man. I hate guy's, and that's not going to change.

[I am afraid …]

"Ho paura …" he said to me like a child. My forehead furrowed. I saw him play with his own fingers and that's when I knew he wasn't thinking the right thing. I felt depressed right away because I remembered my Mom. Argh!

"Argh! Fine, fine! Let's go."

But I immediately dismissed that thought and just rode there next to the driver seat in front.

"Let's go, please," the driver nodded and started the car. I looked in the car mirror to see the young man in the back and he just smiled while still playing with his hands.

Where is his family?

Fortunately, he still spoke politely and told me where their home address is. The taxi stopped at a very large black gate. I even raised my head to look at it.

I already paid the driver.

[Thank you very much,]

"Grazie molte," I said to the driver with a smile and he nodded with a smile and the young man got out of the taxi. I faced their gate.

"Is this your house?" wrinkled when I asked him and he just nodded while smiling. Alas, this young man would have been handsome but just not in the right frame of mind.