❝But why? Why help my father? What's in this for you?❞ I asked.
❝What's in this for me?❞ He repeated, his eyes widened as he stood up to stand in front of me. I tilted my head upwards to meet his menacing gaze.
❝...you.❞ He said, a devilish smirk t...
We made it to Los Angeles after a couple of short hours. I was hoping that we would never land and that the flight would be a long one.
But as always the longer you wish for something to be, the less time it ends up lasting.
When we landed, Niccolò's chauffeur picked us up in a silver car.
"Niccolò can I ask you for a favor." I said to him finally.
Niccolò didn't reply. All he did was keep smoking those cigarettes of his.
"Niccolò please this is important." I repeated anxiously. "Can we please just stop at the hospital for a moment? I really want to check on my father." I asked.
He thought for a moment. "We can't do that." He finally replied.
"Please Niccolò. I'm sorry I tried to escape. I promise I won't ever do that again. I just want to check on him. Borecci threatened him back when we were at his house. He told me he'd kill him." I said placing my hand on his arm.
"No. Don't ask me again." He said cold-heartedly.
I couldn't understand how a person could be so mean.
"Fine." I said. Sitting back down on my seat far away from him.
We finally reached his mansion hidden way up in the hills of California. His home here was much different than his home in Monaco. It's like he was putting on a disguise for the people of Monte Carlo. His previous house was bright and well reflected the fame and fortune of a young millionaire. But in California, his real home, was hidden and secluded from everybody else.
The house was still humongous, but the walls were much darker, it seemed like he could show his true colors off here.
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After we went inside, Niccolò ordered the maids to take me to my room as he left to do whatever it is he does. I was so angry at him for not letting me see my father. I will never forgive Niccolò if anything happens to him.
I went upstairs and the maids led me to a bedroom. They told me I had some clothes on the closet. I went inside the bathroom to take a shower.
I got into my bathrobe after I was finished and browsed around in my closet for something to sleep in.
"Underwear. Niccolò thinks women sleep in wired underwear." I thought as I mentally rolled my eyes.
