Chapter 3. Not as A Guest

IGNAZYOS LUCA ORTECHZA

"Have you got a strand of her hair or a drop of her blood?" I asked as Genaro got back into the car. 

"Sorry, Boss, she doesn't want to come out. I just talked to her mother. Do we need to kidnap her?"

I massaged my head, "No, book me a hotel for one day, cancel today's flight."

One day, enough for me to know its origins. I contacted someone powerful in this city. I can get the identity of her and her family in just a few minutes. 

Her name is Arabella Saviour, 27 years old, works as a Federal Prosecutor who handles cases of illegal weapons embezzlement, oh damn! No. I can't show my face in front of her as a mafia who continues to be on the wanted list. 

Fuck! Why is it that now her face keeps appearing in my mind and for a long time my heart has been beating again wanting a woman. 

I wanted to fondle her, every inch of her smooth, wet skin. Her distinctive laugh, oh damn! 

How many times had he touched Arabella and enjoyed her body! 

I don't want him to touch you I want you Arabella. You must be mine!

The night is getting darker, I want to close my eyes for a moment. Maybe I'm too ambitious. Hopefully tomorrow this feeling won't last. 

***

"Eummmhhh-"

I've been waiting for this touch for a long time. I kissed her deeply—hastily, not giving her pause to kiss my lips in return. I miss her, miss her spoiled moans which now make me even more enthusiastic about leaving red traces on her smooth skin.

"Emma, is it you, darling, are you alive again, Emma-you—"

I cupped her face, her face was flushed with beautiful bridal makeup. 

But-wait-her eyes, She-not Emma, she—

"I'm Arabella"

Fuck!

I sat up, wiping the traces of sweat from my forehead, my hands and my chest. The hot rush of passionate desire felt real. I woke up from my stupid dream. 

Why could she enter my subconscious. I've only met her for a few minutes. And unfortunately mine woke up thinking about fucking her. 

Damn, I need an outlet.  I would kidnap her right now to serve me to my heart's content. But, I must be patient, take the rule. 

At 3 am I had to quell this desire with a cold shower and it made me shiver. My whole body is cold and I hope my brain is cold too so I don't expect that woman, not now. 

My eyes are fresh and I don't want to sleep anymore. While waiting for the sun to rise, I looked for Arabella's lover's profile. 

He is also not just anyone, a famous lawyer with high fees. He always wins every case he handles. One thing that made me think again about openly taking Arabella from him. He is the son of a high-ranking police official, who has been protecting my dirty business all this time. 

***

Six o'clock in the morning, 

Genaro came to my room and brought a cup of coffee and bread. "Good morning, Boss. Are you going out this morning, jogging, perhaps?" 

"Good idea Genaro, I'll change clothes first."

Morning jog on the still empty streets. Fresh morning air enters the lungs. While listening to the old MLTR song, That's Why You Go Away, I remembered my devastation when Emma was buried. 

Before she died, we had a big fight. She wants a child, but I don't. I'm not ready to protect another important life in my life. 

She didn't want to understand the risks of my job. She thought that by having lots of subordinates, she would be safe, but in fact she wasn't. Stubbornly, she did not take pills to prevent pregnancy and the fetus developed in her stomach. My enemies don't want me to have a successor and they found out from Carlos, that traitor!

Suddenly the song stopped and my cell phone rang, "What's wrong Genaro?"

"'7 o'clock direction, mother of a woman who looks like Mrs. Emma."

I saw her, the woman watching me from a distance. She looked young, if she was with her daughter it might look like she was the oldest sister. Maybe she's 5 years older than me. 

She jogged with a woman. Her eyes kept looking at me, and the unexpected happened, she tripped and fell. I immediately ran over to her. She was nervous, pale. Her eyes blushed shyly looking at me. 

"Something hurts, maybe you need to see a doctor, want me to take you?" 

The friend next to her chuckled, "She is a doctor, you don't need to worry sir,"

One more piece of information that I got directly. I got to know her, which was a good start. We don't know what scenario God sent to bring us together. 

Obviously, I want her daughter, but she blushes when she talks to me. Does she like me?

"Doctors are also ordinary people who can't possibly heal themselves, right?"

"You're right, Sir, but this is nothing, Ah-"

She tried to stand up and was about to fall again but I immediately caught her body. She was shocked when I immediately picked her up. "Where is your house, I will take you home"

"Her house is not far from here, Sir, but if you carry her you might get tired," said her friend who was also worried.

"It's okay, this is healthy cardio"

She refused, but I continued walking guided by her friend. This is a coincidence that should not be missed. Maybe I should meet her daughter in person. 

From a distance the house was visible and the girl came out of the house dressed neatly and drove the car. 

"Ara where are she going, isn't it too early to go to work?" Ask her friend and that's also what I want to ask. Is she a diligent girl or steals time to meet her lover? 

Ah damn, my brain suddenly gets hot when I think about her and that man together.

"She has an appointment with the owner of a wedding caterer and souvenir. She does it herself when her work piles up. I'm not allowed to help her. Ah, I feel like a decrepit woman who isn't allowed to work hard."

"You're still fresh and beautiful. Maybe she doesn't want to bother her mother, she's a responsible daughter."

My words made her blush again. I lowered her in front of the house fence. "I'll go first, I hope your leg recovers quickly"

"You must be tired sir, come on in first, I will give you a glass of water or juice to restore your energy."

"Thanks, that's troublesome"

I refused and her friend also forced me 

"Come on Sir, she has never invited a man into the house for almost 15 years since her husband died. You are the first and special person for helping her."

"You're exaggerating, I just want to repay this Master's kindness."

They had a small argument and I shouldn't get between them. I said goodbye again but again, this woman's mother held my hand. 

"Let me repay your kindness, Sir, just for a moment," She said hopefully. 

"Okay, I'm running again, see you again, Sir, at a second chance, maybe," said her friend while winking at Marry, Arabella's mother.

I had no choice but to accept Marry's invitation to enter her house. The house is clean, neat, comfortable but not too big but enough to accommodate 3 to 4 people.

"Just go straight to the dining table, Sir. Because I want to make juice for you and cereal if you want?"

"I just want a drink, thank you"

"Okay"

My eyes scanned every inch of this house. Feeling the lingering scent of a woman's perfume, could it be her daughter's perfume? 

The fragrance is so soft, a little sweet but if you inhale it for too long it becomes thick and unfortunately I remember the dream. It was as if I was sucking on his skin and inhaling his scent. Oh damn! Since when was I perverted like this!

"Are you okay Sir?"

I wiped my face and brushed my hair back. Watching Marry's face from such a close distance, she gave me a glass of juice. She was mesmerized for a split second, her body didn't move, then she sat down not far from me. 

"I didn't sleep well last night, maybe I was a little sleepy this morning. The atmosphere in this house is too comfortable and calm so my eyes want to fall asleep."

"Oh, everyone says that, if you—"

She stopped talking when I stood up to receive a phone call from Genaro "Yes, Genaro"

"Report, Boss. Information about the woman's future husband is available. We will meet him in 2 hours."

"Okay, I'll be home soon," I answered. 

I sat back and drank my drink completely. "Thanks for the drink, I have to go home"

"Yes, um, may I know your name, sir?"

"I, Antonio Parker, am pleased to meet you-"  A little lie, it must be me. 

"I'm Marry Saviour, if you have time, this Saturday my daughter will get married, come, I invite you directly."

Very good, I got the official invitation. I won't miss this opportunity. I will come, not as a guest but as the one who will take my bride.