Once the doors open, I don’t have enough time to prepare for whatever we have to face before the bullets start flying.
“Get back!” Stefano shouts, pushing me back inside, quickly pressing the buttons of the elevator to close. “We have to find another way out of here!”
“This is the only way out of here.”
“You think I don’t know that” Stefano says, annoyed with me for stating the obvious, I decide to shut my mouth.
“We need to make them think we are no longer in the elevator. We are going to stand by the side, make sure when the doors open; we can’t be seen. They will most likely shoot once the elevator doors open and won’t care to make sure if we are standing there or not. When they reload, that’s our opportunity to shoot them down. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do,” I say, walking to the left side of the elevator. They won’t be
A few days have gone by since I started living in Stefano’s apartment. My dad feels it’s not safe for me to travel for now. I am in the kitchen eating when Stefano walks in. “I have a party we need to attend to find out important information about who attacked us a few days ago. Do you have an evening gown?” “No, I don’t. What leads do you have so far?” “The only leads I have come from the bullets that were shot at us that night. Unfortunately, my car, was shot that night, fortunately for our investigation, I was able to get this,” he says, placing a bullet in front of me. “I have never seen this type of bullet.” I say examining the bullet. “I have, it’s a special type of bullet. The man who sells them is hosting a party tonight. I have been trying to set up a meeting with him for days now, he has avoided me. Hopefully,
It has been a few days since we went to the party at Mr. Carter’s house. Stefano has been busy gathering information on the gang that supposedly no longer exist. It’s been very difficult, but we now know the hit was meant for him. I am planning on returning home any day now. The night we returned to his apartment, I asked him why Mr. Carter didn’t give him the information he needed since they seem like friends. He explained that if the Kazan gang is the one who purchased the bullets, Mr. Carter’s life would have been ended the minute he opened his mouth. I am in the kitchen eating breakfast when my phone rings. Checking to see who is calling me. I see an unknown number, I answer regardless. “Hello.” “Hi, am I speaking with Andrea?” “Yes, you are speaking with her. How can I help you?” &nb
I am on my way to Stefano’s office the next day, before catching my flight. After the ambush the other night, I lost my documents in the elevator, luckily, they were saved. I arrive at his office after taking the elevator to his floor. I ask his secretary to let him know I am here but he is out for lunch. I didn’t set an appointment since I just needed to collect the documents from him, so I call him to find out if his secretary can hand them over to me. “Hello,” I say once he picks up “Who is this?” he speaks harshly into the phone. “It’s Andrea, why don’t you have my number?” “I have no use for your number and that’s why I don’t have it. Why are you calling me?” “I came to your office to collect my documents.” “They are here with me,” “Where are you?” “There is no need for y
It has been a few days since the car ambush. Stefano has been working hard to come up with leads to find out why I was attacked that day. I have also been investigating myself, I haven’t come up with anything so far. We were close to getting some information from one of the guys that attacked me, but before we could question him, he killed himself. I asked my dad to think of any of his enemies that might have been behind the attack, he doesn’t feel they are responsible like the first time I asked him. Most of the people he has problems with signed a peace treaty to end the killings of both parties. It’s not been easy for Stefano with the stress from his other job and coming home late every night is always exhausting for him. I am walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water; I woke up in the middle of the night thirsty. Arriving in the kitchen I find someone standing in f
The car arrives at the clinic. I walk inside and see a lot of injured people. Some I recognize from earlier in the penthouse. Something terrible must have happened. I pray nothing serious happened to Stefano. I find a nurse who takes me to his room. I knock on the door before entering, once I set my eyes on him, some of my worries disappear, but I can still feel my eyes watering due to his injuries. “Stefano, how are you feeling?” I ask, walking over to him to stand by the bed. “I am fine, what are you doing here?” Stefano is far from fine. He has a bandage around his right arm, a nurse is bandaging his stomach and I am sure he broke a few ribs. There are a few cuts on his face, but they will heal in no time. He looks horrible, I try to keep my tears at bay because of how injured he is. I wonder what happened. “Samuel said you were at the cl
It has been a few days since Stefano has been at the clinic. Getting Stefano to rest at the clinic wasn’t easy. He can be so stubborn when it comes to his health. I am on my way to visit him and bring some documents his secretary dropped off for him to sign. I have been spending most of my days and nights taking care of him. Every day I bring him a fresh set of clothes and food that Maria prepares because he hates the clinic food. Sometimes, I stay overnight in case he needs anything. Stefano wasn’t very pleased with me taking care of him. In fact, the first day he was here, he asked me to leave, I refused because I wanted to make sure he was okay. His mother also contributed to him allowing me to take care of him. She told him if he didn’t let me take care of him, she would fly over and come and do it herself. Stefano said he rather have me than his mother worrying about him every day.
I am in the kitchen eating breakfast before going out shopping later. I decided to stay in California and help with the investigation. I won’t be leaving till we find out who’s trying to kill one of us. While enjoying my breakfast, Stefano walks into the kitchen. “I need you to come to the office with me today,” Stefano says while going through the fridge. “Why?” “I need your report on some documents you helped me take care of while I was recovering.” “Alright, can I come later? I have somewhere to be.” “Sure, here,” he says, placing a car key on the table. “Is this the key for the car I think it is?” I ask, excited about him giving me the key for the Pagani Huayra. “Bring it back home without a scratch,” he sa
After what feels like forever, Stefano walks out of the office; he says his final goodbye to the man before walking back into the restaurant, with me following behind. While we are walking out, the most embarrassing thing in my life happens. My stomach makes the noise, the noise that tells the whole world you are hungry, and it’s loud. Oh my God, why did you decide to embarrass me like this? I say to my stomach, but it only growls more. I turn to Stefano, for the first time in my life, I think he is smiling or trying to hold his laugh. “Are you hungry?” Stefano asks with the same beautiful expression on his face. He has never smiled before; it makes him look more attractive than ever. He should smile more often. “No, I am not,” I say, trying to deny the growling sound from my stomach, but my stomach betrays me again. “I think your stomach begs to defer,&r