CHASING FATE

CHAPTER FOUR

Catherine's POV

I sat at the other end of the BMW, staring out the tinted window as we rode in silence. Sitting at the other end of the car was Salvatore D'Montez, engrossed in his phone.

The wedding ceremony was brief, and I loved it, but the hardest part was saying goodbye to my family. Since we left the church hall, Mr. Jerkface has been on his phone.

Yes!! I said Mr. Jerkface; I could tell from his facial expression that he wasn't pleased with this arrangement.

Now, that is something I can agree with. But, aside from his unpleasant attitude, something is fascinating about him; there is this power surging from him, and I can feel it.

Damn!! He was sexy and handsome, and his suit perfectly fit his body statue, making his strong arm prominent. He was the true definition of a Greek-Roman god. You know those kinds you see in movies that make your stomach tingle, well, I have one sitting right next to me, and I find myself drooling at him. I raked my eyes all over his face, his lips were plump, and his long lashes caught me off guard.

This is unfair; how can one man be blessed with such beauty? Looking closely, I saw a tattoo at the back of his ear down to his collarbone in a straight line making him more appealing.

He can't be appealing to you; he is the enemy. Yes, he is the enemy. Don't you ever forget that.

I quickly averted my gaze and stared at the tinted window, trying to think of anything but him, but his manly cologne that filled the air made it difficult. Then, my eyes caught two black cars following us from the rearview mirror, and before I could say anything, his phone rang.

"Non lasciare che lasci la vista, Sto arrivado. Il suo tempo e scaduto." He ended the call.

I couldn't understand what he said, but his broad, thick Italian accent made my legs wobble; thank goodness I was sitting because I felt weak inside.

Why does he have this effect on me?
Stupid hormones.

"Guida più veloce" he spoke up.

I stared at him, confused, not until the driver replied

"Si Capo."

After what seemed like forever, the gate to his house opened, and the car drove into the compound. Looking back at the gate, two men had guns at each end.

What the hell is going on here?

The driver pulled over, and the engine stopped. Without further hesitation, I stepped out of the car while trying to put my wedding dress in order.

I stood awkwardly and watched as some men carried my luggage into the house. I used the opportunity to review my surroundings. The mansion was beautiful and pretty huge, the exterior part was finely decorated, and it looked peaceful. I stood still, enjoying the soothing breeze.

The sound of an engine brought me back to reality, and I was surprised to see the car driving out.

"The least he could do was show me to my room." I said to nobody in particular as I climbed the stairs to the door.

"Do you know when your boss will be back?" I asked the guy who came in with my last bag.

He was about to leave, so I quickly rushed over to him and blocked his path.

"I asked you a question." He kept staring at me.

"Don't you speak English?" Still no answer.

"Holla," I waved my hands in the air.
Is that even Italian or Spanish?
Whatever!