I'm immediately tackled by an excited Brea as soon as I step into the house "Oh my God Tab! Why didn't you tell me he was coming?!" She skips to my side pulling me further into the house excitedly. I follow her confused.
"And who exactly is he?" I use my hand to form the quotation mark above my head when I say the "he"
"Your mystery man silly" she says in a duhh tone. What? My eyes almost pop out of their sockets but I'm quick to cover it up with a fake laugh, thank fully she didn't notice. How was she able to see him through the window?
"He's so hot and his voice is just so..oh my God Tab" she gushes not even paying attention to the surprised look on my face. Definitely not my Cesare, I'm sure she ain't heard his voice ever. I pause when I realize what I just said. My Cesare? Slow down Tab.
My point is, it's not Cesare she saw so who is this hot guy she's talking about, I'm about to ask her when I remember Cesare saying he'll send someone to pick my car up and drop at home, I definitely didn't expect that they would drop it even before I got home. I was in the car the whole time with him yet I didn't hear him tell anybody anything about a car so how did he manage to do it without my knowing? The more time I spend around Cesare the more curious I am as to how he does all of these. To be honest, I'm a bit glad that he forced me to take the ride with him, it was probably one of the best and smoothest ride I've been on, I did irritate him a lot with my loud music and singing though, the look on his face when I started singing along to the song still makes me wanna laugh. Maybe that was why he was driving over the speed limit but who cares?
"Tab?" Brea's voice draws my attention back to the moment
"Uhm..yea, I'm, my car, yes my car, he came to...bring my car back" I stumble over my first few words as I wasn't sure what to say since I wasn't really listening to her
"Are you okay?" She asks in concern
"Yes, I am" I say giving her my best smile to re assure her which works because she relaxes
"So...he's the one huh?" She says wiggling her brows in a way to suggest that I have something going on with whoever is this guy she's talking about.
My nose scrunches up "Eww no, he's not my mystery man"
"Wait, what? Who's he then?" She asks clearly confused
I sigh, I'm not sure I want to tell her everything yet, I mean I'm still getting to know that he's in the mafia and not only is he in the mafia, he's their head, the most powerful and dangerous man in the whole of the United States and even in Italy. I knew he was into some shady shit but this? It's extreme. I'm not sure Brea is ready to hear that her little crush kills people for a living so I settle for less details. That way I won't be lying to her, I just wouldn't be telling her everything.
Her expectant eyes are rested on me waiting for my reply "he just works for my mystery man, he's not the actual mystery man" I finally feed her curiosity with some answers
"Wow.....he must be really rich and really....." she trails off trying to find the words to describe him with
"Mhmmm" I nod my head agreeing with her unspoken assumptions
"there's no way he's hotter than the guy who came to drop your car" she argues
"Wait till you see him"
"Then show him to me, you're just being so damn secretive"
"I'm not, I just don't have a picture of him" I defend
"That's just because you don't want to show him to me, you always have at least one photo of every guy you're with, there's one of Trevor, one of Corey, one of Zedd and all of your other ex's...." She pauses to take a breath before continuing "you must really think I'm dumb if you think I don't know you've been keeping things away from me"
"No B, I was goi...." She lifts her hand up cutting me short
"Stop, you don't have to lie about it and you don't have to tell me now either, I'm sure you have your reasons and it must be pretty serious if you're trying to keep it away from me so take your time, I'm here when you want to share" she offers me a kind smile which I return
"Thanks B, I love you" I say hugging her smaller figure as I let out a small breath of relief. Yet another reason why Brea's my best friend, she's so understanding.
"So you wanna tell me about this guy who has you all excited?" I ask and BOOM! I unlocked the talkative side of Brea, we talked so much about her little crush that now I'm sure I'll see him in my sleep. According to her, he's tall, quite tall, well built, sexxxy as fuck, she stressed well on that. She also said that he had pretty eyes but they're really cold and he looks mean but in a sexy way, he's intriguing and has a mysterious air to him and knowing Brea, she likes "mysterious" things a lot, says it's fun. She doesn't know his name though which is something I can relate to.
In the middle of her telling me about her crush we went up to my room and she helped me turn in my applications to the different companies I had found a vacant space in earlier while still talking about her newly found crush and we fell asleep right after that.
My phone dings indicating that a notification just came in, I pick it up from beside me to see what it's about, it's a message and the context of it makes me furrow my brows in confusion.
Unknown: Get ready, I'll be there to pick you up by 7pm.
I read it for like the 8th time trying to wrap my head around who it might be but I come up blank, I don't know anybody who sends this kind of texts, it's from an unknown number so I can't say for sure who it is.
Only one way to find out, I hit the dial button and put it to my ear holding my breath as I hear it ring
"Piccola" Cesare's voice cuts through the line making my heart skip a bit
"Cesare" I try not to sound as affected as I am by hearing his voice, the good type of way though, even though he's not close to me right now I still get that familiar chill feeling creeping up my spine every single time I hear his voice or have him around me. It's like a reminder so I don't ever forget who he really is and what he's capable of.
"If you only wanted to hear me breath they're better ways to ask for that" I only just realize that I've been quiet since he took the call. I blush
"Are you always this terrible at doing things the normal way every other person does?" I ask instead referring to the message he had sent, don't know how the heck he got my number but I'm not even surprised.
"I'm not normal Piccola and I'm not everybody, I'm Cesare Moretti"
The way he said his name made me shudder as I acknowledge how much power that name holds "Of course you are" I mutter. I should have known he was the one when I saw the message, that's typical Cesare
"I'll be there by 7pm"
"I'm not going anywhere with you, I'm sure you have so many girls swooning around you, pick one of them" I tell him
"Be ready" was all he says ignoring my earlier comment.
"Go fuc....."I start but get cut off as the other line goes off. He hung up already. Argh!!!! I throw my phone to the side in frustration, Cesare doesn't take no for an answer so I'm sure he'll come here just like he said regardless of my opinion and if I'm not ready he could carry me into the car the way he did in Colton's office.
Maybe I could just lock the doors and windows so he can't come in, then he's going to break down my door like he did to Colton's too. No, that's a bad idea. I'm preparing to throw another fit on the bed when my phone dings again and another notification comes in, I hurriedly pick it up and see it's another notification from Cesare
Unknown: Chloe is going to bring you your outfit for you"
Me: Who's Chloe?
As if on cue, my doorbell rings. Brea pops her head into my room
"You expecting anyone?" She asks
"Uhm....yea, I-I think I am" I say hesitantly because I'm not sure if it's "Chloe" there already
"You think? Okay, let me get it then" Brea says eyeing me suspiciously
"No, I'll get it" I tell her already standing up and walking to the door. She just raises a brow but doesn't say anything which I'm grateful for.
Another knock comes in when I get closer to the door "who's there?" I ask
"Chloe" a smooth silky but commanding voice calls from the other side of the door. I'll admit that I definitely didn't expect her here yet but the way she said her name sounded like she was sure Cesare already to me about her.
When I open the door I'm met with who I assume is Chloe. She's tall, pretty tall just like the rest of them, She has black wavy hair that runs mid back, her tall figure is slender but very solid and her facial features are strong and a bit too compelling especially her eyes, they're a mesmerizing shade of grey, the type of beauty that draws you in to this very pretty passageway that she uses to cage your mind and momentarily keep you busy while she controls you in every way possible, her cheek bones are high and her nose pointed.
"Chloe?" I ask
A smile breaks out in one part of her face, more like a smirk that has mischief written all over it, I'm not falling for the manipulative side of her though "You're really as he said you are" she says pushing me to the side and strolling in with the two bags of what I assume are outfits. Whatever the fuck that meant. Her Russian accent is very evident too.
"Hey! You can't just walk in like that" I run to her front and spread my two hands wide stopping her from moving any further.
"We don't have time for this little one, you have just 2 hours to get ready" little one? Do they all have a thing for pet names?
She's right though, I don't have enough time to get ready, after a moment of thinking, I bring down my hands letting her in "my room's that way" I say pointing to the side before leading her into my room.
Chloe turns the two bags upside down emptying the contents on my bed, the first bag contained clothes and the second had shoes and bags in them. "Make your choice" she says dismissively as she makes herself comfortable on my bed whipping her phone out. I roll my eye, what a great help.
It took about 30 minutes to finally decide on the dress to wear, with the help of Chloe though because she just couldn't deal with my indecisiveness so she helped me choose one. The warm shower helped me feel much more relaxed and ready for whatever tonight will be about.
Chloe helped me dry and style my hair, I wear the dress I had chosen, a simple and beautiful silver sequined dress, the cowl neck exposes a little bit more cleavage I would have liked but it looks pretty so I'm going to wear it that way, the spaghetti straps that crosses eachother at my lean back joining at the waist of opposite sides is the only thing covering my back, the rest of it is exposed. My waistline is gripped tightly by the fabric flaunting my small waist, the other part below is loose, the dress stops mid thigh but has a split at the left side that stops right above my hip, it has three lines of chain holding together the split. The dress looks very perfect on my body, I knew that the moment I put it on
My soft curly hair is held back in a slick half up half down ponytail with two strands falling in each side of my face and my makeup simple, overall I like how I look. As soon as Chloe got done with my hair, she left saying she had some stuff to take care of, I wonder if that stuff involved killing someone, Chloe doesn't look like she can kill anyone when she's being nice but she still gives off that dominant, dark and mysterious vibe just like the rest that I've met but she's good at hiding it in her mesmerizing eyes and manipulative smile, something I can't overlook.
She was nice the whole time here coming up with different pet names to call me, she's fluent in Italian as well as Russian which explained the different pet names she called me that I didn't understand, I just hope they're good things. The sound of tyres on the gravel filled floor draws me out from my train of thoughts. I rush to the window and peep to see a black sleek car pull up in front of my house.
That must be Cesare, the notification that comes in my phone confirms my suspicions. It's a text from Cesare saying he's outside, I check the time to see it's exactly 7pm. I send a quick "I'm coming" before putting my phone in the little clutch bag Chloe had also brought. The last thing I do is to spray some perfume before going out to meet him. I don't also forget to drop the note I had written for Brea so she doesn't worry about where I am when she wakes up from her nap.
Cesare is leaning casually against his car typing on his phone, obviously waiting for me to come out. He shifts his attention to me when he hears the door open. I bounce nervously on my foot from the sudden attention as I grow more conscious of myself and how I look. He turns off the screen of his phone and slides it into his pants pockets putting his whole attention on me like I'm a show he's been waiting for all day
Oh God!