"Hmp." A snort resounded the moment I looked back at the screen and their staring competition ended with a tie.
"Zeta." My brother tried to soften his voice hiding the annoyance from his face but failed miserably.
"Yes brother." I smiled looking attentively at the screen like an obidient sister, which I definitely was.
"I have bought the fabric you had talk about months ago. It will be delivered to our home tomorrow morning."
"Really. Thank you so much brother." I literally jumped in happiness and a huge smile was plastered on my face.
Finally, I got my hand on it.
"Our home?" A voice came from beside me and I turned to look at Vincenzo to see him raising a brow at my brother with a smirk plastered on his well sculptured face.
"Yes. Our home. What wit...." My brother trailed off as him realization hit him hard and there was a pause introducing a silence.
A deafening silence. I glanced at the screen to see my brother face distorted as if he was trying to hold himself from punchig Vincenzo right from the screen of his mobile phone.
And with a harsh glare at my husband who flashed a satisfied smile at him, my brother then looked at me and relaxed his tense shoulder.
"Brother. I-" I was speaking when he cut me off.
"I will message butler James to deliver it to his home." He said with distaste but my husband was still not satisfied pissing off my brother.
"Our house." Vincenzo emphasized snaking his hand around my waist and pulling me near his chest.
"Of course. Our house." Zenon said through gritted teeth and I knew that his last shred of patience has been destroyed.
"Vincenzo!" I said through gritted teeth saying end it through my eyes.
"Ok." He whispered caressing my waist and I nodded turning my head to look back the screen.
"Bro...." I trailed off when I saw the man from before who looked to be in his late twenties whispered something on my brother's ear and his face looked ghastl pale.
Wait. My brother knew him.
"Non lasciarli andare." (Don't let them go.)
"Correre. Correre." (Run. Run.)
"Aiuto." (Help.)
Suddenly, some noises came from his background and I couldn't make out the single word.
I just knew that they were speaking Italian as I had heard my parents talking in the similar dialect and even though my parents were Italian they never taught me to speak in Italian.
"Zenon." Vincenzo called sounding serious and his grip tighten on my waist.
"Zeta! I need to go now." My brother stood up from the chair and the man was nowhere near him.
Did he just disappear?
"That ma-" I seriously need to ask who the hell was him and what's with his face but he seemed busy.
"Vincenzo! I will call you later. Zeta. Bye." With that he ended the call and I pouted looking at the black screen.
Plink. A message popped up which contents I happened to glanced at as the mobile was on my hand and it read something like when we would go back.
"Here." I hurriedly pass the mobile to Vincenzo and he looked at the message.
"Vincenzo." I called when he was still reading the message.
"Can we return today?"
"No. You are sick an-" I didn't let him finish off the sentence.
"I'm fine. And I think today is the day we are going to go back if..." I blushed looking down at my toes.
* ~*~*
"Amore. We can just..." He tried to pursued me for the nth time to not to go back but I just glared at him.
This man who he had a huge amount of paperwork awaiting him was adamant to stay here for a week more but no, I wouldn't let that happen.
And it was really easy to get ready as we didn't needed to pack our lauguage, just with our mobile and with a change of clothes we were to head back.
"Vincenzo. It's high time we go back and I will rest on the flight. Also, I don't feel discomfort during my period." I moved dangerously close to him and whispered near his ears.
We were riding a car heading towards the airport and Ross and a driver were accompanying us.
"But still." He tried to make me give in but I didn't budge.
"We can come later on. Now we need to go." I caoxed him like he was a child and finally after a moment of silence he nodded his head.
Less than a minute later the car came to halt on the runway and this time there were not cars following us neither the helicopter but a jet stood in front of us.
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"Shall we?" Vincenzo forwarded his hand to me after opening the side of the car door and I gladly hold his hand walking towards the jet.
After settling down the pilot took off the plane and Vincenzo lead to the room, making me lie down on the bed. Under his vigilant gaze I shut my eyes and somehow ended up taking a nap.
"Zeta." After a while, I heard a voice calling me and I slowly opened my eyes.
"Get up. We gotta go." Vincenzo helped me to get up as I just stared at him as some thoughts clouded my mind.
"Yeah." I mumbled trying to get rid of those thoughts and a minute later we climbed down the stairs of the jet.
There a black Sedan was parked for our arrival and Ross, we seemed to have traveled with us was on the driver post.
I was glad that we didn't need to pass through the crowd of people and once we entered inside the car, Ross drive us away.
I tried hard to not think about the man who I had seen on the mobile screen a while but somehow his tear filled eyes evaded my mind.
Vincenzo too seemed to be busy check out his mail as he make small conversations here and there and the sudden halt of the car made me come back to reality.
"Amore." A worried voice came from my side and I nodded assuring him that I was okay.
"Ross! I don't think that you have your license a day before." Vincenzo gritted glaring at the back of Ross's head.
"Boss." Ross called which made us to look at the front and there, four cars painted in blue were parked in front of the mansions gate as if welcoming us.
