◇ KEL ◇
JFK International Airport, New York
"Exams over?""Yeah. For now." I glanced at the guy sitting next to me and put my seatbelt on, knowing Enzo prioritized safety now after what happened to him back in Umbria. The car locks clicked. The tinted windows hid us from the outside world as his chauffeur drove out of the university's parking area."We'll be back in four days, maybe three," Enzo said while hiking his sleeves up to his elbows. His black jeans and plain sweater looked quite underwhelming compared to the Italian three-piece suits he donned on a regular basis. He seemed much more approachable with this casual getup, though. "If things go smoothly."If things go smoothly? Did that mean there was a good chance this offhand trip to Serbia wouldn't end in our expected turnout? I would be risking my life for this trip. Well, in a sense. I◆ MILES ◆ It took me a while, but now I finally had the guts to tell my parents why I couldn't make their plans a reality. Their plans for my future, specifically. The last time we had a lengthy discussion, I presented a couple of arguments to both of them...and Mykaela topped the list. But therein lies the problem: she refused to acknowledge it. Out of spite? I couldn't tell yet. All I knew for sure, at this point, I would do anything for her. Anything to keep her safe. I abhorred violence. But one of these days I might just find myself murdering a mob of lowlife thugs just to keep her and her family safe. She didn't have to go through this kind of trouble. Mykaela didn't deserve a life like mine. Her future should be hers to decide for. If it meant I had to hide, forget, or lie about how I felt for her, I would. I would do anything to keep her out of my family's mess. Yet she seemed obl
◆ MILES ◆ 12:09AM "Found them?" I flumped myself on the sofa and didn't care for my impatient tone. It wasn't like I owed it to Niccolo to be polite. Niceness had left my common sense the second I found out Mykaela met up with Lorenzio again. Which was also why Niccolo came over.
◇ KEL ◇ "Sorry that got loud," Enzo said with a small smile that didn't reach his pale blue-green eyes. In bright natural lighting, the green specks stood out more. But now that the cabin lights were dimmed, they looked a darker shade of blue. His beautiful eyes held my attention while I tried to put on a pleasant reaction. "You okay?" He sat beside me again. "Yeah. You?" "Nap for a few hours. I'll get you a blanket. Want a bigger pillow?" "Thanks. I'm good," I lied, flinging a glance to the other corner where his skinhead bodyguard sat and threw me gluey stares from time to time. With a loaded gun strapped to his side, too."That guy's kinda scaring me, though." "Who?" Enzo glanced around to check out what bothered me, and then chuckled softly. "Sorry. New recruit. One of the younger guys." "So...does your brother know we're borrowing his plane?" "Don't worry about it." Enzo
◇ KEL◇ Belgrade, Serbia "Stop staring." I blinked at the guy wearing a black button-down and a frown, my senses almost recovering from the numbing shock. The guy's warning snapped me out of the daze almost instantly. Was I hallucinating? Or was this just a nightmare? "Act normal," Niccolo mumbled. A sigh of what I could tell was annoyance was his initial reaction to my speechlessness. He even scowled at me as if my utter shock bothered him a great deal. "Wanna eat something else? Drinks?" I couldn't stop the palpable throbbing in my chest. As if the sight of a dead man asking me what I'd like for brunch wasn't traumatizing enough, the guy even poured me a glass of water, his movements impressively calm and casual. "Sorry." Niccolo leaned forward so we could resume talking quietly. "You good to talk?" I distractedly glanced past the large crowd arou
◆ MILES ◆ Florence, Italy "Quando penso che meno incompetente di così non si può essere..." Thump. Thud. "Leo, w-we tried everything!" said a panicking British man's voice. "Gave them two times their cut!" "Imbeciles!" Bump. Whack. Glass shattering. "I wouldn't— W-Why would I—" "D'ora in poi, figlio di puttana!" "Stop! No— Leo!" More screaming. Begging.. Glass breaking again... Shit. This might just be the worst time to shove fucking triplicates into the big bad wolf's face—especially if the latter's obviously busy schedule included closed-door "meetings" with his incompetent employees. While my liquid courage shriveled into nothingness, I tensed up my leg to stop it from trembling beneath my ironed black slacks. The expensive scotch I'd downed on the drive here had
◆ MILES ◆ Brichese, Italy A house, a car, a career, a steady job that paid well, enough savings to let me live comfortably for another year... Not long ago, I rarely thought about those things for myself. Back then, I just couldn't care less. But, my parents were right. Like always. My young, stupid, carefree years were over. I oughta act like a man now. No more "trust fund kid" attitude. It was my own choice to quit the family business, and like my father said, renouncing my current job in the company would mean kissing my affluent future goodbye. No other choices, no considerations, no other compromise whatsoever. Take it or leave it. I chose the latter—only because my sanity was on the line. Pondering my existence after a job well done was one confirmation. SF Shipping would survive without me, since I was nothing but a glorified erran
◇ KEL◇ "We have to go." Niccolo stepped closer to hug me lightly."Where you going?" I muttered after the side of my face touched his neck. I pulled away and noticed his right hand still gripped his phone while his dark brows wrinkled in unmistakable annoyance.What exactly bothered him? Some angry mobster whose black books he might've dug up and e
◇ KEL ◇ "Hey. You alright?" I looked up and saw a mildly frowning Enzo approaching me with his main bodyguard, Berto. He was wearing the same sweater and pants, but his hair looked more tousled than I remembered. Enzo had only been gone for more than an hour. Perhaps he met up with one of his brother's business associates here in Serbia. Enzo never mentioned particulars and I felt like I shouldn't ask, either. "You look really pale," he commented once he got near enough to put his arm over my shoulder. "I just..." I leaned against the rental car he'd paid for. I probably did look like my entire face got drained of color. Undoubtedly, my anxiety was forming tighter knots in my stomach, threatening me to some extent. I might just spew my entire lunch meal if my thoughts got even more out of hand. As we stood in the restaurant's parking lot, his security detail guarded the perimeter, d