Gabriella dragged herself off the bed as her alarm rang and the morning sun came peeping through her window. She rubbed the weariness from her eyes as she made her way to the bathroom to get herself started for the day.
As she sat down to relief herself on the toilet, the weight of her busy week came crashing down on her with full force. The endless meetings, visits to orphanages and office work had left her drained, with barely enough time for a decent meal or a full night's sleep. Yet, despite the exhaustion, her mind still occasionally wandered to the mysterious man she met at the last ball she attended. She could still vividly picture his face, his eyes and how he effortlessly conversed with her though they had only met that evening. Somehow, everything about him just intrigued her and somewhere in the quiet space of her mind, she hoped they met again. "Get your act together Gabby", she muttered to herself, a familiar line she had used to chastise herself these days. "You really do not have the time to be daydreaming about a man right now" But no matter how frequent this call to order had been, her mind had shamelessly refuse to cooperate with her. After a few minutes more of mental chastisement and her mind's failure to work with her, she was successfully able to move her thoughts to the upcoming musical event and the excitement of the children. She could never get enough of their squeals when they had big programs such as these. The joy and happiness the children felt makes her so happy and content; the major reason she loves her job. The annual musical event which was a major program held by her organization was fast approaching. The less privileged and orphaned children would come together to showcase their talents ranging from singing to playing different musical instruments, and Gabriella had been working tirelessly to ensure its success. As she stepped out of the house making her way to her first appointment of the day, she felt a sense of purpose. This event wasn't just about raising funds; it was about giving this children a voice, a sense of belonging and wings to soar. If luck was on their their side like it was at last year's, a few of the children would be sponsored abroad to further develop their skills by some of the invitees. This thought alone made her mentally do some flips but outwardly, she just smiled warmly as she walked down. ............................. Alejandro's eyes narrowed as he received the text. For one who does not panic even when in grave danger, he felt his instincts flare up. He had to protect her. His conscience could not take someone getting in harm's way because of him. Specially not someone he barely had any relationship with, and definitely not someone he's been trying to figure out what the disturbing thoughts he had concerning her was all about. "Find out who is behind this" he instructed his team, his voice low and sharp. "Get me everything about the person or people who were bold enough to conceive this thoughts. When I say everything, I mean everything from where they were born to the last meal they had, leave no stone unturned" He concluded quietly. As his team scattered to get information. His mind was raising with possibilities. He knew the life he led made him a constant trouble magnet, and danger lurked in the shadows of his every step. But he also knew he had to clear headedly go about this. His thoughts raced back to the event he met Gabriella at. While he conversed with her, he remembered he felt eyes on him but since he didn't see anybody after scanning through, he waved it off as him being paranoid. "Could it be then?" He asked himself quietly. "It must be, I only met her that one time." He responded to himself If his speculations are right, he knew he had to tread extremely carefully. "Whoever this is might be using Gabriella to bait me" he reasoned. His brows tightened as he continued. "They must be trying to figure out if I have any relations with her depending on how I react to the threat." "I really have to stay focused and ensure her safety" he said aloud to himself this time. Alejandro's phone buzzed with an update interrupting his thoughts. "We have a lead" His grip on the phone tightened "Let's meet up" he responded. ....................... Alejandro team's investigation had led them to believe that Gabriella's daily routine was being monitored. He decided that they stake out Gabriella's neighbourhood with the hopes of catching a glimpse of the person or people behind the threat. With the plans of the stake out being made, he had Lorenzo spear head the mission with his guidance behind the scenes. He specially had to be very careful with everything about this. If his father ever got wind of this, that would spell the end of the mission before it even had the chance to see the light of day. He hired skilled professionals outside of the mafia to work with Lorenzo, some of which were ex military agents of the US special forces. If Gabriella was being watched, this would definitely mean he was also being monitored. He had to throw their scent off him by staying physically far away from her as possible. By the third day of the stake out, they had mastered Gabriella's routine. She walked down the street every morning, grabbed a cup of Cappuccino at what seemed to be her favorite cafe. Then she'd move on to the bakery get some doughnuts and grab a cab. Alejandro had his men stationed everywhere she seemed to frequent. Some made their watch as staff of the cafe, others as staff of the bakery, cab drivers and so on. After a couple of days, Lorenzo's team had gathered intel and secured surveillance footage. One morning, they noticed a suspicious individual hanging around the cafe where Gabriella usually grabbed her Cappuccino. The individual was dressed in casual outfit, but Lorenzo's team noticed that they were lingering around the area watching Gabriella from afar. They took note of the individual's description, vehicle and license plate number. .................. Blood splashed as Don Lorca threw the glass he was drinking from at Victor. Don Lorca spoke angrily "You're trying to tell me that you failed to retrieve my territory, Hernandez and his team got away unscathed while three of my most skilled are dead, four severely injured and three in police custody?" Don Lorca chuckled dryly as he continued "You really must be a comedian Victor" Victor quickly got on his knees "I'm really sorry Don, I know I deserve to pay for this with my life but give me a chance to remedy this." Don Lorca looked away from Victor as he continued "It took me time to report this because I've already started putting things in motion to correct this failure and I plan on seeing it through to success, please boss" Victor was almost stuttering at this point. Don Lorca leaned back on his seat as he turned to look at Victor "Let me hear what you have" Victor worked the Don through his plans on using Gabriella to get to Alessandro. Ricardo didn't seem too impressed "I dunno but have you met Alessandro? Except it's on business terms, that guy does not meet anybody and you're saying he has a girl he'd be willing to protect at a cost?" Don Lorca chuckled heartily this time" Victor! Victor! You really do have a knack for comedy so I'll just gladly let you know that it's all settled with you then" His tone was becoming serious as he spoke "You'd better start practicing how to be skillful with your speech and body language on a stage Victor, because I'm kicking you to the theatre if you fail this time. I believe you understand" "Yes, I do Don" Victor replied low spiritedly As Victoria exited Don Ricardo's building, he muttered to himself "Damn Hernandez! You better watch your backs because your heads will go in place of mine "The old chapel stood quietly at the edge of the cemetery. Its weathered stone walls bore witness to Alfonso Meraz's funeral. He was a man who had brought peace to rival families in the city during a time of fragile balance.He hadn't been a boss himself, but his influence had kept blood off the streets more than once. His passing had drawn a complicated crowd. Men in black suits arrived in silence. Some came out of respect, others came out of strategy.Don Alessandro Hernandez sat in the back row, with his hat in his lap. It was a gesture of old-school reverence. He watched the proceedings with the stillness of a predator. At his late fifties, he moved slowly, but no one doubted that his mind was sharp. One of his men stood quietly behind him, with his hands folded, and his eyes sweeping the room.A few pews to the left and two rows ahead sat Don Ricardo Lorca. He was equally still, equally composed. The last time they had shared a room had been years ago, and even then, words between
The morning started earlier than usual for Alejandro. He was already at his desk by seven, holding a fresh cup of black coffee. The city was barely awake outside his window. The office was quiet, just the way he liked it. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the folder on his desk. It wasn’t anything urgent. It was just basically routine updates from the downtown project team, but his thoughts weren’t on construction timelines or budget sheets.His mind kept circling back to the gallery, to Corte Notturna, and to Sofia Winston.He hadn’t expected to be surprised by her, not really. She had played her cards well, timing the delivery, arranging the setting, keeping her tone balanced between casual and calculated. He respected that. What unsettled him a little was how much she had read him. She knew exactly what that painting meant. She hadn’t flaunted it or forced his hand. She had simply offered him the chance to show up and see it for himself, and he did show up.Alejandro set th
Alejandro arrived at exactly noon. The car ride had been quiet, as his mind was focused. As he stepped out onto the walkway leading to the private gallery attached to Sofia Winston's residence, he straightened his jacket and adjusted his cufflinks. He wasn’t here for small talk.The door opened before he could knock. Her assistant greeted him with a polite nod and stepped aside, letting him into a softly lit foyer that led into the gallery room. Sofia was already waiting inside."Mr. Hernandez," she said simply, with a smooth tone."Ms. Winston," he replied with a nod.The gallery space was understated but curated with intention. The lighting was warm, the floors were polished, and a few select pieces hung along the walls, but one stood out immediately. "Corte Notturna." It was place at the center, set to draw attention, it dominated the room.Alejandro took a step closer, saying nothing. He stared at the painting. His gaze scanned the lines, the colors, the texture he had committed
The morning sun gently shone through Sofia Winston’s tall apartment windows, lighting up the room, but Sofia wasn't paying attention to the view or her drinks on the table. Her eyes were fixed on a crate, sitting like a trophy in the middle of her living room.She stood silently in front of it, with her arms crossed, just staring. The shipping label read Milan, but to her, it spelled out something completely different: leverage.Her assistant, walked in with a clipboard. “It arrived last night, just like you asked. Customs almost held it for another week, but the gallery’s people hurried the paperwork. They thought it was for the River Crest project.”Sofia didn’t react. “I'm not sure,” she said calmly, though they both knew she hadn’t mentioned buying anything for that project. Her assistant just assumed that since they had a pending project and she was receiving a shipment, it would most likely be for the project.Her assistant tilted her head slightly. There was a question on her
Gabriella unlocked her door and stepped into her quiet apartment. She dropped her keys into the bowl by the door, kicked off her shoes, and walked further inside.Rachel was already in the kitchen, holding a mug. "I thought I heard the door," she said, pouring another cup of tea. "How did it go?"Gabriella managed a tired smile. "It went."Rachel handed her a mug and pointed to the couch. "That good, huh?"They sat down together. Gabriella held the warm mug for a moment before speaking. "The event was really impressive. It was very fancy. A bit grander than I expected."Rachel raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound like the problem."Gabriella paused, then added quietly, "Alejandro was there."Rachel blinked. "Oh.""He gave a speech," Gabriella said, her voice steady. "Right before he started speaking, he looked around the room. His eyes landed on me."Rachel watched her carefully. "And?"Gabriella stared into her tea. "It was just a moment. He didn't pause, but I knew he saw me.""An
Alejandro hadn’t moved from the corner where he sat at the event. He sat alone now, with a glass of water untouched before him. The ice had long melted. The crowd from the event was beginning to thin, as people began to leave. Conversations were ending, as the attendees headed toward the exit, and for the first time all night, he felt like he could finally breathe.Still, he just sat there.Gabriella had walked past him earlier; well, not past. She went around him in a neat little circle, polite enough to be social, distant and enough to show she was avoiding him like a plague. She had spoken to Sofia, then left. He hadn't gone after her, not with everyone watching, and not with everything between them unresolved and now even more complicated.“Mr. Hernandez?” Sofia’s voice broke through his thoughts.He turned his head slightly. She stood a few steps away, holding a clutch in one hand and the faintest smile on her lips. "I just said goodbye to the museum donors," she continued. "Ri