Ken, Emma, and Bianca crawl out of the bedroom. They stand upright and hold a gift box in their hands. Amber’s eyes widen. “Where’s Alessandro?” They ask in sync, confused at the sight of lonely Amber in front of them. Amber laughs hysterically. “Alessandro asked the three of you to come here?” She questions, her gun still in her hand, but she drops her arm to her side. Bianca says, “No. We came here to celebrate with you.” Amber smiles at them, “Bee, did you assume that I’d say yes?” Ken says, “So, you rejected him?” Amber nods in pride. All three of their mouths form an O. Then, Ken asks, “The choice is yours, we’re in no position to make the decision, but you guys are still together, right?” Amber shakes her head, “Not really.” Bianca asks, “Why? What happened?” “Nothing. I was just playing around with Alessandro…I was devastated when he threw me out of the house and left me all alone. I wanted him to feel my pain, so I did this out of revenge. I have no plans of getting ba
Alessandro’s pov:“Let’s catch up on some sleep, I will tell you tomorrow,” I disappoint him with my words and leave him on the cliffhanger. Why? Because I need to process all the information before I put it out of my mouth. I wake up at seven in the morning and head to the gym. I work out for over an hour and then, take a shower. I try to calm myself down. As I reach the breakfast counter, I see two plates stacked with a heavy dose of breakfast. “Blurt it out, I can’t wait any longer,” Ken leans against the counter and I roll my eyes. I sit down and thank him for the meal before cutting into it. “Damn, this is pretty tasty,” I tell him and he rolls his eyes. “Alessandro,” he groans and I make him wait until we finish our food and load our plates into the dishwasher. Then, I take a seat on the couch. Ken leans against the doorframe as I speak.“Around two months ago, Harlow invaded Amber’s apartment and told her to stay away from me,” I get right to the point. He does not interrup
Amber’s pov: Yesterday has been rather eventful. From practicing dialogues to trying on outfits, it feels like I’ve taken up the career of a full-time actress. The guards are constantly tagging along with me, watching my every move. I’ve had guards with me earlier, but they were there to protect me, but these guards are the ones that I need protection from. And tonight is the mission. I’m going to have to flirt with another man in front of Alessandro. I have faith in him, but how long before he cannot bear it any longer? How long before he stops trying? Hell, even I wouldn’t put up with it. “Amber, the boss will be here in two hours, you need to get in your outfit,” the guards' order and we get to work immediately. Two Hours Later The front door flies open and Harlow marches in. He takes a seat on the couch and looks me up and down, adding to my discomfort. The outfit is scandalous enough as it is. It is made of a flimsy material and it gives me the vibes of the same outfi
Alessandro’s pov:Her face tells me that she’s in shock. I take her in my arms and feel bliss. Pure bliss. But in a split second, she pushes me off, whispering, “Alessandro…You can’t be close to me…Harlow…”“I know what I’ve gotten myself into,” I utter. “But…How?” She questions a spark back in her brown eyes.FLASHBACKTen Hours Ago“Ken, what’s wrong?” Alessandro questions as he steps into Ken’s hotel room. “You were right, Harlow is the man behind this,” Ken utters.Alessandro keeps calm and takes a seat next to Ken. “Ever since I’ve set up my equipment in this room, all that I’ve done is observed the cameras, and I’ll show you the highlights,” Ken tells him.The CCTV camera displays Harlow instructing Amber about tomorrow’s clubbing activity, Alessandro clenches his fists as Harlow raises his voice at Amber. He hates seeing his woman helpless and at the loss of her fierce personality.“Turn it off, I’ve seen enough,” Alessandro stands up and walks away.“Alessandro, you’ve got to
Amber’s pov: “Good girl,” Harlow’s words make me uncomfortable, even more than his presence. I keep my sad face strapped on, but I know that Alessandro is going to fight for us. I walk into my room and thump down on my bed thinking about all that has gone down ever since I left the club. FLASHBACK Amber’s pov: All that has happened is going over my head right now. As Harlow walks in, I freeze in place. My clothes on me quiver with me. “Where is Ryan?” He questions. I answer, “By the time my eyes opened, he was gone.” “That bastard has fled from the venue, but oh, well, at least he has finished his task. We don’t need him anymore,” Harlow grits his teeth through the sentence. “He will be finished soon,” Harlow murmurs. I don’t speak. “You did well, Amber,” Harlow smiles at me. “Watching the scene made me feel anything but uncomfortable,” his smirk is remarkably gross. I roll my eyes and adjust the clothes on my body. His words make things clear to me. My phone rings. It’s Ale
“Of course, the bastard has perfect timing, he’s Santino bloody Martino,” Harlow squeaks. The blood seems to be drained from the face of the bodyguards as he carefully inspects each one of their faces. Bam! A bullet was fired at one of the bodyguard’s foreheads. She drops dead on the floor. “I don’t like people who betray me,” Harlow chuckles. “Clean the floor and dump the body,” he orders as he walks into Amber’s bedroom. “Diletto, rise and shine, it’s time for a ride,” Harlow hums in a tune. Amber wakes up and sits upright. “We’ve got some interruption,” Harlow growls. Amber’s heart thumps faster, worried that Alessandro has gotten himself into trouble. “Santino Martino has initiated an attack at the docks, the trading port that you are familiar with, yeah, that one, darling. So, we’ve got no choice but to delay this mission until I put his breath to rest,” Harlow utters. Amber keeps quiet knowing that if Harlow killed Santino, he would get himself into trouble because of the pac
Amber’s pov: “What’re you doing here? Weren’t you busy dealing with Santino Martino?” I question without losing the sternness in my voice, hoping that Ken would pick up on my words. “I was, but I missed you,” he hissed as he steps closer and I jerk back repulsed. He stops in his track and says, “Mhm…I smell something suspicious.” I gulp. “What do you mean?” I cock an eyebrow at him. “It smells like fresh meat in here, a cologne that I’m familiar with, and yet, it is unrecognizable,” he utters and my heart beats faster. If he finds Ken, then both he and Alessandro will be in a great deal of trouble. He inches closer to the bed. “Wait,” I stop Harlow with my words. “It’s mine,” I lie. “What?” He tilts his head to the side. “I started using a new perfume recently, it’s probably that,” I roll my eyes. “Just go away, Harlow,” I throw my hand in the air to gesture to him. He chuckles. “Poor chicken. You think I don’t know who’s in here?” Harlow questions. My eyes make sure to not look
Alessandro’s pov: “Brother, I need you. One last time, like the old times,” Harlow utters. “What for?” I question, my confusion genuine. “Let’s watch the destruction of Santino Martino, together,” Harlow says, surprising me with his words. “What do you mean?” I pretend to act a fool. “I will let you in on the details, where are you right now?” Harlow questions. “I’m at my workplace,” I lie. “Great, I’ll be there in twenty,” he ends the call with that. “What was that all about?” Ken questions me. “I’ve got no idea, but it’s time to find out,” I tell him as I adjust my tie and roll down my sleeves. “You’ve got no security with you,” Ken says. “I know, it’ll be a one-man show from my end,” I tell him. “That’s stupid, Alessandro, at least take a gun,” Ken hands me my shotgun, one that I haven’t touched since I shot Santino’s brother. “No, Ken. I’ll be fine,” I let him know. He rolls his eyes at me saying, “You’re walking into your doom.” “Maybe I am, maybe it’s what I deserve for ki