Guardian Angel

Chapter 41 - A Cake Tasting

A frustrated sigh escapes me after I hang up.

Gianna told me about the message that she received almost a week ago and, in that week, I did an investigation of my own. After she told me she had a suspicion that someone might be betraying us, I decided to be safe and keep the message between me and her.

I found out that Olivia was the one behind Marcello knowing. She's been working with him and when she would come over to visit Akim which was unwanted by him, she would plant microphones and cameras around the house.

I cleared the place up with the help of my fiancée. We then tried to look for her, but she has disappeared from the face of the earth. I'm just hoping she doesn't show up again because I won't hesitate to kill her.

Gianna and I chose to keep the Olivia thing between for now unless it's necessary that it should be known. We gave Gianna's phone to Amado, Nikolai, and Morelia so that they could trace the number that texted her faster.

We were hoping that it would finally lead them to Marcello even though deep down I knew they wouldn't find him.

They didn't just as I suspected and instead were led to two men playing chess in an abandoned warehouse.

They decided not to do anything and now Akim and Morelia are assigned to keep an eye on them.

I just hung up the phone with Akim who told me that the men disappeared just how Olivia did. I don't know if they're hiding with the help of Marcello or if he killed them.

"What happened?" Gianna immediately asks as I enter the room.

We're currently at a luxurious Italian bakery that Dario made us an appointment to. We have started the wedding planning and he wants to pay for everything. Gianna told me to just let him because he would find a way to still do it, and whatever my future wife says goes.

I'm anxious to marry her but I'm also anxious in a bad way to think that we won't kill Marcello before the wedding day. If he's still alive by then I'm sure he'll give us a wedding gift.

I shake my head because right now we're cake tasting and I want to enjoy every single moment with her. Right now, the world doesn't exist and it's just me and her happily planning our wedding.

She doesn't push me because I'm sure she knows that I'll tell her later. I take my seat beside her, and I put an arm around her.

The man who will be making our cake walks out the kitchen with a tray of different cake flavor samples. Another woman walks out with a tray that has samples of what I am guessing are fillings and frostings.

The samples are placed in front of us and then a piece of paper and pen so that we can write down what we like and don't.

"Let's start from the least sweet to the sweetest flavors." The baker or whatever the fuck he is informs us.

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Two fucking hours later of tasting and we finally decided.

The baker described each flavor in detail and basically was the one talking the whole time. Gianna would always ask me for my opinion first before writing down if we liked the flavor or not.

That also applied to the fillings and frostings. I've never had so much cake related stuff in my life and I'm not sure if I liked it. I think the part I liked the most was sharing this moment with my Gianna.

After choosing the shit that we liked we then had to go back to tasting them and mixing everything around to see what we liked the best.

We ended up choosing an Italian traditional wedding cake of some sort. I don't know, Gianna is more familiar with it.

It's called millefoglie and it's actually pretty good. It took us a few minutes to choose because my future wife couldn't decide between creating our own wedding cake or choosing the one we chose.

After she made up her mind, I left it all up to her to choose the design which was simple and quick. We're both happy and full of cake.

I don't think I'll be eating any at my wedding. I've had enough for a few years.

Before we left, the baker gave us a bunch of pastries as a wedding gift that Gianna happily accepted.

We're now at her penthouse relaxing on her couch as she eats one of the pastries.

I watch as she pulls a small piece off and brings it toward my mouth. I really don't want it because I'm tired of any sort of bread that's fucking sweet.

I still open my mouth for her, and I eat it because I love her.

She lightly smiles and continues to eat while staring back at the movie she had put on.

There are a few minutes of comfortable silence before she turns to look at me.

"How soon do you want to get married?" She questions and I realize we don't actually have a date yet.

It needs to be set soon since we're already planning and choosing things our things out for it.

"As soon as you want." My response causes her to smile as if that is what she wanted to hear.

"We're getting married next month." She immediately tells me before leaning her head on my chest comfortably and going back to watching her movie.

I guess I'm not the only one in a hurry.

"Next month?" I want her to explain herself.

"Yeah, I have a good feeling about it." She softly responds.

"Then we'll get married next month." I assure her because I'll do whatever the fuck she wants me to.

If she wanted to get married tomorrow, then we would get married tomorrow. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for her. I would die for her if she asked me to.

"I'm sure Marcello will be dead by then." She speaks up and I really hope so. I'm praying that her words will manifest.

I would stab the fucker countless if he even dared to ruin Gianna and I's special day. No one and nothing will get in the way and I'm going to make sure of it.

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