51: The seige

Pov: Bianca

Stepping into the living room a few hours after Andre left for his 'trip', I stopped short at the guards I saw taking up residence in the living room.

No, I wasn't shocked at Antonio, Antonio was cool.

"You're here?!" I gaped at Alfonso.

I was so sure he'd jump at the opportunity of leaving my ass behind if the opportunity came up. And I'm sure the opportunity did come up seeing as Andre took most of his men with him to rain down hell on some unfortunate guy.

"Don't look so surprised to see me," Alfonso grumbled, going back to staring out the window.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the all encompassing living room. It was really so big, my old apartment would fit perfectly in here and there'd still be space left.

"Andre said you're not to leave our sights," Alfonso said, his voice gruff and no nonsense, like he expected me to argue.

But I wasn't like that anymore. I knew what needed to be done to stay safe and keep Andre from losing his shit.

"I know. You want coffee?"