A few days have gone by since I visited Aurora. My family and I are on our way to Mr. Costanzo’s annual charity ball. I am wearing a blue A-line frock with lace on one-shoulder, the dress is embroidered with black and white and has a slit up the thigh. I matched it with a pair of diamond heart earrings, black heels, and a clutch.
The car comes to a halt, we all step out of the car and walk into the hotel where the ball is being held. If I remember well, this hotel is owned by Mr. Costanzo. I’m walking hand in hand with Santiago as his date because one of his bimbos bailed on him. We walk into a ballroom filled with elite people all dressed in the finest of designer clothing. Santiago and I walk around saying “hi” to a few familiar faces, primarily to him, until Aurora pulls me away.
“Are you having a nice time,” Aurora asks taking a sip of her wine.
“If you refer to having a nice time as enjoying good wine in the company of people I don’t know, then I am having a great time,” I say with a fake chuckle and sarcasm dripping in my words
“I know this isn’t your ideal way of having a good time, but you have to try at least.”
“I know, enough about me, who is that guy over there who can’t seem to take his eyes off you.”
“If you are referring to the guy in a blue suit with a scar on his brow, I would rather have a mad man admire me tonight than him.”
“Wow, do you mind me asking why all the hostility towards him”
“He is known for abusing women. No one has been able to put him in jail, but it doesn’t mean they are all lying.”
“That’s awful, but one day he’s going to pay for his crimes.”
“I hope so, I have been meaning to ask you, how long will you be staying in Sicily?”
“I don’t know for sure but a month tops and it all depends on when my dad will be done with his business affairs.”
“Oh, alright, I might be a little too busy this week to show you around the city.”
“That’s fine, it’s not like it is my first time here. I spent a year here the last time I was here, I still remember a few nice places.”
“That’s good, but I would really like to show you around the city myself again.”
“I wouldn’t mind, and I have been meaning to tell you, your combat skills have really improved over the years.”
“You think so.”
“Yes, I do.”
“That’s good, because my trainer believes I still need to improve.”
“He or she doesn’t know what they are saying, you’re great.”
“Thank you, and why don’t you join me for training tomorrow. You could improve your skills while you are in town. My trainer is the best in the world.”
“I don’t think improving my combat skills speaks vacation.”
“I know, but it might actually be fun training together.”
“I don’t know…” I say, feeling too lazy to train.
“Please?”
“Alright, I will join you tomorrow but, not for the whole time I am around.”
“Thank you, it would be nice to have another female training partner aside from my sister.”
“You are welcome,” I say as I see Melissa, Aurora’s sister, walking towards us. She is the female version of her father, Lorenzo Costanzo. The same green eyes with pitch-black hair. She is almost as tall as Aurora, with a roaring height of five feet, five inches and a beautiful round face.
“Hi, Andrea, it’s been ages since I last saw you. How are you doing” Melissa says.
“I could say the same, I am doing fine, how about you?”
“Never been better; I just got a new car,” Melissa says excitedly.
“Courtesy of being daddy’s little girl,” Aurora adds in.
Melissa is the last child of the Costanzo family, with that comes being spoiled a lot, but that’s not the case for me. I guess maybe it’s because there are only two of us, and she has three older siblings.
“Whatever, Aurora, I came to tell you, Mom is looking for you.”
“Oh, alright, let her know I will be with her in a minute.”
“Alright, bye, Andrea. See you another time,” Melissa says walking away.
“Andrea, give me a few minutes, I will be back soon,” Aurora says, standing up.
“Alright, no problem. I will be at the bar when you get back. I want to get a refill of my drink,” I say, as I stand up.
“Alright, I will meet you there when I get back,” Aurora says, walking behind her sister.
“Okay,” I say, walking towards the bar.
I get to the bar and order a drink while I wait for Aurora. A few minutes go by, and Aurora is still not back, so I decided to walk around. While I am walking, I use my phone to entertain myself by scrolling through I*******m. I wish I didn’t because of what comes next. I bump into someone, causing my whole drink to spill on the person. I quickly put my phone away and try to clean the mess I made.
“I am so sorry; I should have been looking where I was going,” I say, using my hands to clean his shirt, which I am sure cost more than my dress even though it is very expensive.
“You think! Would you stop touching me! He says, removing my hands from his body, realizing, I was only making it worse with my horrible attempt at cleaning the stain with my hand.
I’m looking through my clutch for tissue but stop once his voice sinks deep into my ears. I can’t believe it’s him; I don’t know if I should be excited or sad to see him knowing our history. I thought he was in Spain, according to what Aurora told me a few days ago.
I might be wrong; I lift my eyes to look at the man whose shirt I just ruined. I wish I didn’t because the anger in those beautiful green eyes of his tells me he won’t be happy to know it’s me who ruined his suit.
He still looks as handsome as the day I last saw him. His pitch-black hair is styled to make him look professional and hot at the same time. His body is toned and ripped with muscles that even his suit can’t hide. He still looks as handsome as ever. What did I expect? He is Stefano Costanzo, after all, one of the sexiest men to walk the earth.
“Stefano, I’m so sorry I ruined your suit, if you want, I can have it dry cleaned for you,” I say, still attempting to clean the stain.
“I said stop touching me! How do you know my name?” he says, and it feels like a punch has been thrown at my heart.
“You don’t know who I am?” I say, shocked and hurt, he doesn’t recognize or remember me.
“Why should I know who you are? Excuse me, thank you for ruining my shirt,” he says storming away before I can even say another word. I can’t believe he doesn’t remember who I am. I spent a whole year living in his parents’ house.
The following day I was up early, and am on my way to the Costanzo estate. I’m a little excited to be training with Aurora, it’s been ages since we did. The car comes to a halt, which means I have arrived. I pay the driver and walk into the estate. I walk inside towards the backyard, and I stop once I reach the training area. “Andrea, I am so happy you could make it,” Aurora says, walking up to me. “Me too; I can’t wait to get started,” I say. “We should start any second now,” “Alright,” I say, placing my gym bag on the floor as Stefano arrives. He walks towards where Aurora, me and a few others are standing. He looks more ravishing than last night, even in gym clothes. I can even see his face a lot better today, thanks to the sunlight, and he looks more handsome. His toned arms are showing off the tattoos all over his upper body. “Aurora, you said you have a new p
Later at night Aurora and I go out for dinner to make up for our missed lunch date. We just ordered and are waiting for our food while chatting. “What took you so long when you went to Stefano’s office. I didn’t get to ask you about it when you came back because of the pile of work I had on my plate,” Aurora says, and takes a sip of her wine. “He was on a call, I had to wait for him to finish before I could drop the documents and leave.” “Thank God, I was worried he had a problem with the work you did.” “No, he did not.” “Good, speak of the devil.” “What do you mean?” “Stefano is here,” Aurora says, raising her hand to call someone behind me. I turn around and behold; he is here. He looks a little different from a few hours ago. His tie is nowhere to be seen, and his white shirt has
I am on my way home after a long day at the office. My family and I got back from Sicily a few days ago. Once we got back, I decided to start working at my dad’s company. Helping Aurora at her office the other day reminded me how much I love my career. I finished my master’s a year ago and decided to take a break before working. I am not working for the mafia business but I am working for the one we use to deceive the government where all our money comes from. My father has a construction company. We build houses, hotels, anything, you name it, and we build it. We also have a few apartment complexes we rent out all over the United States. I park my car and walk inside the house. I take the stairs up to my room. Once I am in my room, I take off my clothes and hop into the shower. After I am done showering, I walk downstairs for dinner. I find mom and dad already seated at the dinner
An hour later, we are done with the meeting. I am back in my hotel room and there is nothing more I would love to do than to sleep right now, that goes out the window once my phone starts ringing. I check to see who is calling and find out its mom. “Hello, Mom,” I say answering the phone. “Hello Dear, how are you doing?” “Not so good; how about you.” “I am fine; what’s wrong, Dear?” She asks, sounding worried “I have been having cramps the whole day, and Stefano has not been the easiest person to work with.” “Sorry Dear and why don’t you tell me all about it at lunch.” “How, Mom, you are in Miami? How will we have lunch together?” “You will see,” she says, and I hear a knock at the door. “What do you mean, hold on a minute, Mom? Someone is at the do
Once the doors open, I don’t have enough time to prepare for whatever we have to face before the bullets start flying. “Get back!” Stefano shouts, pushing me back inside, quickly pressing the buttons of the elevator to close. “We have to find another way out of here!” “This is the only way out of here.” “You think I don’t know that” Stefano says, annoyed with me for stating the obvious, I decide to shut my mouth. “We need to make them think we are no longer in the elevator. We are going to stand by the side, make sure when the doors open; we can’t be seen. They will most likely shoot once the elevator doors open and won’t care to make sure if we are standing there or not. When they reload, that’s our opportunity to shoot them down. Do you understand?” “Yes, I do,” I say, walking to the left side of the elevator. They won’t be
A few days have gone by since I started living in Stefano’s apartment. My dad feels it’s not safe for me to travel for now. I am in the kitchen eating when Stefano walks in. “I have a party we need to attend to find out important information about who attacked us a few days ago. Do you have an evening gown?” “No, I don’t. What leads do you have so far?” “The only leads I have come from the bullets that were shot at us that night. Unfortunately, my car, was shot that night, fortunately for our investigation, I was able to get this,” he says, placing a bullet in front of me. “I have never seen this type of bullet.” I say examining the bullet. “I have, it’s a special type of bullet. The man who sells them is hosting a party tonight. I have been trying to set up a meeting with him for days now, he has avoided me. Hopefully,
It has been a few days since we went to the party at Mr. Carter’s house. Stefano has been busy gathering information on the gang that supposedly no longer exist. It’s been very difficult, but we now know the hit was meant for him. I am planning on returning home any day now. The night we returned to his apartment, I asked him why Mr. Carter didn’t give him the information he needed since they seem like friends. He explained that if the Kazan gang is the one who purchased the bullets, Mr. Carter’s life would have been ended the minute he opened his mouth. I am in the kitchen eating breakfast when my phone rings. Checking to see who is calling me. I see an unknown number, I answer regardless. “Hello.” “Hi, am I speaking with Andrea?” “Yes, you are speaking with her. How can I help you?” &nb
I am on my way to Stefano’s office the next day, before catching my flight. After the ambush the other night, I lost my documents in the elevator, luckily, they were saved. I arrive at his office after taking the elevator to his floor. I ask his secretary to let him know I am here but he is out for lunch. I didn’t set an appointment since I just needed to collect the documents from him, so I call him to find out if his secretary can hand them over to me. “Hello,” I say once he picks up “Who is this?” he speaks harshly into the phone. “It’s Andrea, why don’t you have my number?” “I have no use for your number and that’s why I don’t have it. Why are you calling me?” “I came to your office to collect my documents.” “They are here with me,” “Where are you?” “There is no need for y