Alejandro's pov
“Get in!” He barked. “Where are we headed?” I asked, clad in the beautiful tuxedo that I had found in the wardrobe of the room he Locked me in earlier. He might be a handsome man with terrible manners, but the few hours I had spent with him told me all I needed to know; he did not have terrible taste. “Do you ever shut your mouth?” Pedro, who was visibly annoyed, asked.. “Just get into the act and do not say a word if you want to live.” Miguel warned. He sounded serious this time around and I had no choice than to obey. We got to a huge mansion and I barely had enough time to take a look at the environment till I was yanked inside by Miguel. “Now do not speak until you're spoken too.” He warned. Just as we made it past the front door,I noticed a very familiar face. “Ah shit!” Miguel cursed. Apparently the face made the both of us uncomfortable. “Bow!” He ordered. “What the fuck? No! There's no way you're going to go that far with me!” “Bow or you die!” He warned. I rolled my eyes, did everything had to say to me revolve around me dying? It was getting kind of old, infuriating actually and I was not liking this. I stood my ground with my head held up high! “Bow!” He whispered again. “No!” I answered He pulled out a gun that I never knew he carried and pointed it to my head, “bow!” I bowed instantly as the cold top of the gun barrel came in contact with my head, but not before I suddenly remembered who it was that approached us. “Ah brother!” The man greeted me. “Hello Juan.” Miguel answered dryly. “Juan….” I thought as beads of sweat formed around my eyebrow. “There was no way in hell that he could be.” “What brings you here?” Juan asked, “I suppose you've carried out the instructions given to you and ended that pesky reporter.” “He's a journalist….” Miguel clapped back. “Same thing.” Juan retorted without missing a breath. I bowed there, frozen stiff with fear. I could not help but wonder why it took me this long to realise that I was In the same room With Juan Morello. The notorious kingpin and son of the Mafia king, Don Morello. “Well I had him in my grasp till I was attacked at his place and followed me to mine. Do you mind explaining that?” Miguel asked. I could feel the uneasy weight of Juan stare even though I wasn't looking at him. “I don't want him here.” Juan said to Miguel while referring to me, “he makes me feel uneasy.” “Od course I do you cocky bastard!” I muttered under my breath as I stood up slowly all the while avoid direct contact with his eyes. Miguel dipped his hands into his pocket and pulled out keys, “head to the room and wait for me.” he ordered as he handed me the keys. I took one look at the keys and smiled, “like hell I am.” I thought as I headed out to the garage,” he had handed me his car keys, my one way out of here. …………….. “You have your orders,do not fail me or you'll end up like the others, ensure that he dies this time around,even if it means you take him with you.” “The fuck?” I thought as I heard those words, “what was it and the mafia was killing people?” One would think I would have gotten used to things like this in my line of work as an investigative reporter but each time I think I've gotten used to it, I am being met with an even greater hit job. “He will try to take his car to run an errand but you'll be waiting to drive him. Ensure he never returns.” “Who is it this time around?” I thought to myself from my hiding spot. I took one look at the car that was going to be used for this operation and I couldn't identify it. The only option I had was to hang around; something told me it was going to be Miguel,I too wanted to kill him. Like clockwork,he was rushing down the stairs in thirty minutes when it intercepted him. “Oh hey there sexy–” I teased. “You're supposed to be in my room.” He said, visibly angry. “Yes and I got bored,” I said softly in a seductive tone. I could tell that he was flustered as he looked everywhere except in my eyes; what was sexier than that? Nothing if you ask me, “besides….” I continued, “you gave me your car keys” I said as I dangled the keys in front of his face He snatched the keys swiftly, “give me that, I have an appointment to catch up with.” I watched him walk towards the same man who had been instructed to kill him. I could tell by the look on his face that he was in a hurry to get the job done. I rolled my eyes, “I have to see him?” I asked no one in particular, “this is messed up.” “Wait!” I yelled, stopping Miguel in his tracks, "And not even a kiss goodbye?” “What?” My next action was valid, I did want to kiss him though,I grabbed him by the neck and planted a kiss on his neck. I tripped intentionally, causing the both of us to fall hereby keeping us out of the sight of his hitman. “What's this rubbish?” He muttered furiously. “Hold your horses,that driver is out to kill you.” I warned. “What?” He exclaimed loudly,his angry expressions had now morphed into that of frustration. “ARE YOU DOING TO ME UGH!” I yelled to make our little drama more believable. “Is everything alright there boss?” The driver asked. I shot a look at Miguel to get him to play along. “It's all fine Ron,” he lied, “I am just having the time of my life before I head out to this mission.” He said through teeth. I nodded in satisfaction, “I don't understand why you do not want to believe me,but I am going with you so I can tell you that I told you so when all goes as I have said.” His frustrated expression disappeared and I could tell that he bought my story, “are you serious?” I nodded. “Who would try to kill me?” He asked “I,for one, would.” “Boss, we're running out of time.” The driver called out to us. “Come with me,but if this turns out to be some prank,I will….” “Just give me a gun and ensure that you're with one,” I interrupted. I was not going to let anyone talk down on me in that manner, at least not when I was in the process of saving their lives.” …………….. The ride was a smooth one. I noticed him open a bottle of champagne that I had told Miguel not to drink from; “what was he thinking? it might be poisoned.Urghh!” Everything seemed normal and I was beginning to fear that I might have been wrong till I noticed Miguel cock his gun. “What is it?” I asked concerned as I reached for the pistol he handed over to me earlier. “He's taking a wrong turn, one entirely different from the location of my appointment. “I told you so,” I muttered. Miguel barely paid me any attention, “Ron? Is everything alright?” He asked. The question was answered as the doors immediately locked on their own and the car speed increased drastically. “What are you trying to do? Kill us?” I yelled. “Yes,” Miguel answered as he looked around for a safe way to get out of this situation, “I thought you knew that.” “He's trying to drive off a cliff.” Miguel said, “I know this road. We have to get him to stop” “On it” I said. I managed to get close to the driver, he must have seen me coming from his mirror when he grabbed the gun and fired a couple of careless shots. I managed to evade them and with one calculated strike with the but of my gun, I had him unconscious and I had the car spiralling outside control before I brought it to a complete stop. Breathing hard I turned to Miguel, “is that enough proof for you?” I asked “Damn, someone is actually trying to kill me!” “No shit!” “Nahh, we need to find out whoever it is that's trying to kill me and why.”Alejandro's pov “Get in!” He barked.“Where are we headed?” I asked, clad in the beautiful tuxedo that I had found in the wardrobe of the room he Locked me in earlier.He might be a handsome man with terrible manners, but the few hours I had spent with him told me all I needed to know; he did not have terrible taste.“Do you ever shut your mouth?” Pedro, who was visibly annoyed, asked..“Just get into the act and do not say a word if you want to live.” Miguel warned.He sounded serious this time around and I had no choice than to obey.We got to a huge mansion and I barely had enough time to take a look at the environment till I was yanked inside by Miguel.“Now do not speak until you're spoken too.” He warned.Just as we made it past the front door,I noticed a very familiar face.“Ah shit!” Miguel cursed. Apparently the face made the both of us uncomfortable.“Bow!” He ordered.“What the fuck? No! There's no way you're going to go that far with me!” “Bow or you die!” He warned.I
Alejandro's pov.“It's cramped up in here..” I complained.His entire weight was pressed up against me and we both took in the same air.“Well it's a safe space built for one person in mind.” He replied.“Why don't you leave, after all you're the one who's quite handy with guns.” I scoffed.“Quiet, you'll expose both of us.”From where we hid, we could hear the conversation of those who were outside, “they must have gotten away.” “I doubt, I am very certain that they came here, where else would they go?” “They have to be in here.”“Search the entire room, remember our orders, kill on sight!”I could hear them scatter things from where we hid, the shattering sound of glass made me wonder how daft they could be.“We've checked everywhere.” A thick voice announced“The closet,try there.”I panicked, my chest heaving as I started feeling claustrophobic.“Get me out!” I muttered in fear.“Keep it cool, be calm.” The stranger said softly, “we are safe here.” I was not having that, “Get m
Alejandro's pov.“Now don't do anything stupid…” Samson said as he tucked me in bed, “especially calling that son of a bitch, you're only going to do yourself harm.”“Yes mother…” I said jokingly to which Samson chuckled.“You know I am just doing my best to keep you safe.” Samson said with worry etched on his face.“I will be leaving and I'll drop by early in the morning to check on you before I head out to work. I'll lock the door from the outside, you can unlock it yourself tomorrow morning yourself He turned off the light and closed the door behind him.I slowly fell asleep as I heard his car driving away but I was jolted back up when I heard the door knob rattling.“Samson?” I called out drowsily in the darkness, “did you forget something?” There was no response.I tried to remember if I ever heard him pulling back in my driveway but I guessed I must have been deep asleep to have noticed.I walked out my room to the living room sleepy eyed, “did you forget something? You know y
Miguel's POV.“Let him go, you know that he is drunk, please, I promise he is not always like this.”The plea of the drunk fool’s friend got to me.The plan was not to draw attention to myself but I did more than that already.“Do your worst!” The drunk male in front of me yelled.Even from the way he pulled himself, the only reason why he was still standing was because I held him.His legs had failed him,one small strike from me and we'd have a murder on our hands.“Not today!” I spat as I threw him to the ground, “I have better things to do with my time than waste it on you.”I turned to his friend who was by his side, “and next time, when you both decide to leave the house, I suggest you get a string leash, he might not be so lucky.” I said as I walked out the bar angrily.This was the last straw, a horrible day I had and just when I thought I was going to find comfort some drunk guy comes along to ruin it.My phone dinged and I got it out of my pocket, only then did I realise that
Alejandro's pov I stumbled into the dimly lit bar, the neon signs outside reflecting off the polished wood like a sad, desperate attempt to brighten up my mood. The bartender raised an eyebrow as I slid onto the stool, ordering another whiskey without even looking at the menu. Samson, my best friend since forever, appeared out of nowhere, concern etched on his face like a permanent marker. "Alejandro, slow down, man," he said, his voice low and soothing, but I waved him off. "Just one more, Sam," I slurred, my words barely making sense as the liquor took hold. The burn of the whiskey down my throat was a welcome distraction from the ache in my chest. Samson sighed, taking the stool next to me. "You're going to regret this tomorrow." I laughed, a bitter sound that scraped against my throat. "What's there to regret? I just got my heart broken by the one person I thought...never mind." Samson knew exactly who I was talking about. He'd been there for every late-night conversation