It’s been two days since we arrived in Hawaii and it’s been amazing so far. I don’t even think I want to go back home. We spend most of our time on the beach but tonight we decided to shuffle things a little bit. We are going to a club.I finished getting ready, I wore a black chase-desire one-shoulder mini dress with matching heels, I stretch my hair and then apply an ash glitter eyeshadow, nude lipstick, and a touch of mascara."You look hot," Richie says standing at the door. I look at him through the mirror and I respond with a smile. He smirks and the second he approaches me, he hugs me from behind and buries his head against my shoulder."I don’t think It’s a good idea to let you go out wearing this outfit." He huskily says against my neck "Why is that?" I ask"It makes me crazy and I know letting you go out with this dress on will make others go wild." He sucks on my neck as he muffles the words out "And who said I care about others, I don’t care about their stares and looks.

My eyes went wide and my breath got caught in my throat. "Rachel." I hear Richie say, he flickers the lights on and I knew there was no hiding now.I swallowed any courage I had left and slowly stood to meet his intense look. "Richie," I say trying to crack and smile and make things better."What are you doing here, Rach?" "I- Uhm…."I look around the room as I mentally wrack my brain thinking of an excuse. "I was thirsty."Oh God! I should have thought of something better. Why will a thirsty person come to the closet? "Thirsty?" He says questionably. His eyes twitch as he takes a deliberate step forward."Yeah…I…was...Uhm thirsty... But then, I got here to…uhm get my phone….to message Rebecca." "Message Rebecca?" He rise a questioning brow"Yeah, I needed to remind her that she…uhm… has that fasting thing tomorrow," I say. Oh God, what kind of excuse was that? Fast! Seriously!"Uhm…, Okay.""Yeah, it’s very important for her health.""Okay…We should go back to sleep." He says "

I bite my lips as I pace the room. It's been a few hours since Richie and John went to get Alice back and I have been freaking out since that time. When they left I change into a casual outfit; a black plain top, blue jean shorts, and a pair of boots. Grace has been with me since that time. She says she is scared that if she leaves me, something bad will happen to me and she won’t be able to face Richie. I understand that she’s worried for me but I still think she’s overreacting. Right after Richie left, he texted me saying John doesn’t want me to inform any of the family members about Alice’s kidnap. He doesn't want them to worry about her. I understand why he said that but I think it wouldn’t make any difference. This is Richie Moranzino’s family we are talking about. His life is made up of glass there is no way no one will know about it. I’m pretty sure that social media is already blasting information about Alice’s kidnapping. After that, Richie tells me that if he doesn’t come b

Our flight to New York City was smooth and relaxing. Richie went into work mode immediately after boarding the plane, taking numerous amounts of calls and writing things down. I guess this vacation really piled up a lot of work for him. Speaking of work, I have to get back to planning my next move on Richie. The past few days might have taken the best out of me but not anymore. I need to focus just as much as Richie needs to focus on his work and his revenge on the Russians. Richie will be too busy trying to make their life hell while I will be too busy making his life hell. It will be a win-win for both of us just that my win doesn’t have a regret. Richie continues to go through his paperwork and talk to random people in the Italian language until we arrive at the city. The moment we stepped off the plane the humidity hit me. It’s 3:00 o’clock in the morning and the weather is this hot. I’ve been living here for many years but it’s now I know why New York is known for their weather.

~ UNKNOWN POV"What do you mean he sent all the money!" I hear Boss barking on the phone. I am standing outside his door but I can hear every single thing he is saying. His voice is too audible that it feels like he is talking right in front of me. I have to say, I am surprised that he is speaking in English, he hardly communicates in that language."Whatever it is, I don’t want to listen to your fucking explanations, just do as I say." He rantsHoly shit! This man seems to be more frustrated than usual. I wonder what evil barked into his head today. Seems like I came on the wrong day and certainly at the wrong time. I exhale, mentally preparing myself to walk inside the office. As I turn the doorknob, and was about to push the door open, my actions halt when Piper speaks. "Don’t go in there, I am telling you." She warns. Piper is Boss’s secretary. She is a blonde-haired woman who appears to be in her late twenties. "This is his fifth call today and he seems to get angrier. Take m