Chapter 12: Hands On

Alessandro’s pov:

“Got it!” She says holding onto my concealed gun nervously. She places the gun on the stand behind her and walks away with her rosy cheeks and watery eyes. I chuckle to myself and put the gun right back in its place. Damn, this woman is something else. I regain my composure quickly.

Ken messages the details of the location. We landed two hours later.

“Mr. Bianchi, here’s the bulletproof vest, and the shotguns as you asked,” Garret gears me up after Amber and I exit the jet. “I need a few men as well,” I tell him as I tighten the vest, “But keep them out of the gang’s sight until and unless they make a wrong move.”

“Mrs. Bianchi, meet Garret, my inventory man in Romano,” I say as Garret hands over a case to hold the shotgun. “Pleasure to meet you,” he bows down. She smiles at him, and says, “Likewise.”

A chauffeur pulls up at the station, and I say, “Amber, Garret will be around you for protection at the hotel, I will be back in a few hours.” She whispers in my ear