Miele

Chapter 15

Remington's POV:
I woke up early and went straight to the bathroom. I washed my face and did all of my hygienic stuff and walked out. I checked the wound on my leg and it was okay. It hurt but I could walk easy so it was fine.

I went to my suitcase and slipped on a pair of light ripped jeans and a black long sleeve turtleneck shirt with a silver chain link necklace. I put on a pair of while ankle socks and white Air Force 1's. I grabbed some money out of my box and slipped into my pink, Kate Spade wallet and walked out the door. I need to buy a new phone since I broke mine yesterday because of the tracker. I made my way downstairs and saw a woman in the kitchen.

"Hello dear. I'm Carol," she said. She was an older lady with bright green eyes and grey hair. She smiled at me. She was cooking breakfast.

"Hi. My name is Remi. It's nice to meet you," I replied while smiling. She nodded her head and smiled once more.

"Would you like something to eat? I am fixing Lisa something right now."

"No thanks. I appreciate it but I'm going to head out. It was really nice talking to you."

"Okay dear. It was nice talking to you as well."

I left the kitchen and made my way upstairs. I went to Lisa's bedroom first and knocked. She didn't answer so I went to her office and knocked. I heard a faint come in and I entered. She had her head down looking at some papers. When I talked she looked up at me.

"I was going to head out and maybe go shopping for a few hours," I said.

"Okay. Would you like me to get you a driver?"

"No thankyou. I'm just going to walk."

"Okay. Carol my cook is downstairs would you like her to make you something before you leave?"

"No thankyou. I actually just met her and she was really sweet."

"She's worked for me for a while now. She is very nice. How is your leg," Lisa responded.

"It's good. It is a little sore but it's okay."

"That's good. Do you need any medical supplies. Bandages, ointments; anything?"

"No thankyou. I packed a med-kit when I came," I responded.

"Okay. That's great. If you need any medical supplies let me know and I will get it for you," she said.

"Thanks," I replied.

She went back to looking at her papers and I broke the silence once again,

"What do you do?" Do you work for Emiliano too?"

"I have my own clothing line and run a modeling company. I am in the mafia but I don't work for Emilio," she said as she looked back up at me.

"Oh okay. Sounds fun. I always wanted to be a model. I like clothes and it would be fun walking down a runway with luxury brands on," I said with a giggle.

It's true. I have always wanted to be a model but I know that they aren't even allowed to get tattoos let alone have scars all along their back. I have always dreamed of walking down in gorgeous clothes and making a name for myself but it was all a dream. I feel awkward with a lot of attention on me now so I know that I wouldn't do good.