His Only

Chapter 13

Ricardo's POV

I knew something was off about Klaire since walking into her at the graduation hall, she's been acting tensed, I sensed throughout the entire car ride back home. When the vehicles came to a stop Klaire didn't wait a second for me to open her door like I always did, she jolted up and ran straight to the mansion, I got out as well going after her but couldn't get past the front doors because of Marcus' serious tone,

"Ricardo we need to go, they're waiting on us" he said stuffing his gun into the back of his trousers and passing me one as well, I kept it down on the table next to all our other guns and went upstairs. Knocking on her door I didn't get a reply and pried the door open slowly. The room was black with the lights of the garden its only source of light. I looked to find the bathroom lights were on but the door shut, 

"Amour are you feeling alright? Shall I get the doctor?" I asked knocking, I heard a slight noise coming in when her panicking voice replied,

"I'm just tired Ricardo, I'll sleep through it" she replies almost instantly. It was a miracle because whenever I 'disturbed' her —whether it was to call her for lunch or to check up on her and see how she was doing— she came out with an outburst and blamed me for 'troubling' her and making her life a hell stuck in prison in the size of a mansion, and never failed to mention how her lonely life in her dorm room was more peaceful and carefree. But of course, she wouldn't know how dangerous it was for a woman to live alone in the city.

I immediately knew something was definitely wrong with her today, something made her panic and I intend to find out what, but till then I need to take care of something else. "If you say so Amour, if there is anything just shout and I'll come right away" I say leaving the room not after glancing at it once more.

"Andiamo" _Let's go_ I order stuffing the 2 guns into my side jacket pockets along with another behind my trousers —you can never be too careful. Marcus walked out giving Emily a final goodbye, he motioned our men up front who started their engines immediately and brought the vehicle for our departure,

"Magazzino meridionale" _Southern warehouse_ Marcus instructs, the vehicles take off going past the gates as I take one last look through the back window at my mansion —the mansion I worked too hard to earn. Within 20 minutes we were at the edge of Italy, taking a short cut which works great when we have urgent business to take care of.

I got out at the entrance with Marcus next to me and our men half circled behind us with their guns in their hands, 4 men went before us to clear the area and get the victim ready for interrogation. Walking into the dull warehouse where our products were safely hidden.

Workers who move the shipment will only find the daily needs for a grocery store, but what they don't know is my allies have hidden our drugs and weapons inside the containers they think are filled with food. They simply drop it all off and leave after their shift, once they're gone my men take over and separate the fake products and distribute them among the poor while my other team take the necessities and prepares them to be sold —a simple trade. 

But the guy we're interrogating today just so happens to know the culprit to break that trade. I walk through the double doors and glance around wooden containers stacked up around the large warehouse. We entered the middle area of the warehouse where steel containers stood in a circle with one entrance, a cover spread across the floor with two chairs and a large torture table placed next to it, a long cable hung from the tall ceiling and at the end of it was a man hanging 2 feet off the ground.

Giovani was the man in charge of making sure we didn't have any moles, and lucky for me he caught this dirty man before he could expose us, I nodded towards Giovani removing my suit jacket and placing it on the chair along with Marcus, rolling my sleeves high up, I walk towards the man, lifting my hand up for Giovani to press the button which will bring the man down onto his chair.