Silent Eyes

19, Home Sweet Home

They arrived back in Athens with Andreas taking the wheel. As they drove through traffic, Monica noticed they were heading towards Andreas' house, and she frowned. "Babe, weren't you taking me home before you head off?" she asked. Monica turned to look at Andreas, and he teasingly placed his hand on her thigh. "Ah, but I don't want to leave you just yet!" he whined. Monica smiled, but sighed. "Me neither, but I have work tomorrow so I can't spend the night..."

Andreas didn't seem to like that, and his gaze darkened as his nails dug into her skin. He drew closer, glaring at her. "You're coming to my house, and that's the end of the discussion." Monica opened her mouth to interject, but he quickly cut her off with a kiss. Pulling away, Andreas' fierce eyes told her to remain quiet. So she took a deep breath, turned away, and crossed her arms. "Okay..." Monica muttered.

Eventually, they arrived outside Andreas' large house. As Monica stepped toward the door, she noticed Andreas had the luggages in his hands. She looked at her stuff and asked, "Andreas, why do you have my stuff?" Without facing her, he unlocked the door and swiftly went inside while speaking. "I've been meaning to ask you something," he said.

Monica trailed behind him slowly and watched as he set the stuff down and brushed off his hands. Andreas then approached her, and his expression softened. "I don't want you living alone. Why don't you try moving in with me?" Monica's eyes widened as she took a step back. "Wait, you're okay with that?" she softly asked. Andreas broke into his notorious smirk, and she anxiously bit her lip.

Things were clearly progressing between them. They had met, started dating, were fucking, he even met her parents (despite it being a disaster), and now he wanted her to live with him. Monica felt her stomach flutter as she innocently looked up at him. "Of course, Andreas," she said. "I would love to move in with you."

Afterward, Andreas pushed forward, wrapping her in a tight hug. He happily spun Monica around as she giggled. Placing her back onto her feet, Andreas pecked her lips. "Whenever you have time off, I can help move your stuff into my place," he beamed. But Monica's lips formed a slight pout. "Only you?" she tilted her head. "What about me?" He held her tighter, his hand falling to her waist. "I want you to sit back and relax. I'll have Emil help me out, and you can just boss us around, okay?"

Like always, she was about to interject, but Monica closed her lips, knowing it would be futile. Andreas was caring and showered her with love, but his stubbornness could be overwhelming, and Monica didn't feel like arguing with him about it. Instead, she kissed him back, beaming. "Okay!"

Suddenly, Andreas let go of Monica and started gathering his keys, slipping them into his jacket. Meanwhile, Monica watched him with a confused gaze. "Baby, where are you going?" she asked. Andreas quickly kissed her. "I have some business to attend to," he informed her. "I'll be right back, princess!" With that said, he slipped away and exited through the door, leaving Monica all by herself.

The man's blood was boiling as he returned to his car. Eventually, he reached the door and slammed his way inside. Georgios! He had forgotten all about that rat, and now his mood had soured. Before driving off, Andreas took one last look at the house. Thank God Monica had accepted his offer to live with him. Andreas didn't feel comfortable with her being alone across town while his enemies lurked nearby. If she had rejected his proposal, he would have had to become forceful and pressure her until she agreed. But she had said yes, which honestly surprised him, and Andreas found himself falling deeper and deeper for her.

He started the engine and veered off. Andreas was on his way to the abandoned building where Georgios was tied up, and he called Emil. "Emil," he summoned, his eyes focused on the road. "Is he still alive?" Emil was sitting at a table, munching on a sandwich. He got up and kicked open the door to reveal Georgios crumpled on the floor, covered in his own blood. But he was breathing, far from dead. "Yeah," Emil replied, chewing. "Just pretty messed up."

"Okay, good," Andreas continued. "When I get there, make sure he's sitting up. I want to talk to him and get more answers." Finally, Emil swallowed his food with an exasperated look. "Were my questions not enough for him?" he frowned. Andreas rolled his eyes, grimacing. "Stop acting like a child and just do as I say," he ordered.

Emil groaned before turning to the others. After sucking his fingers clean, he began instructing the men to help Georgios into a chair and prop him up. "Andreas wants him sitting in a chair, looking presentable," he gestured with his hand. "So hurry up before the big bad wolf arrives." Then, Emil returned to the phone. "Is that good for you, boss?" he asked. Andreas still grimaced at him and said, "You're such a pest," before hanging up.

Eventually, Andreas arrived, striding up to the door as his men made way for him, and bursting into the warehouse with an air of authority. A group of men were playing poker at the table, but as soon as they noticed Andreas entering the room, they abruptly stood up and addressed him. "Good evening, boss! How was your trip with Ms. Monica?" Andreas stopped to face the person who had asked that. They swallowed nervously, but Andreas gave them a gentle smile. "It was good, and next time, refer to her as Mrs. Samaras." With that said, he continued on his way.

He focused on the stairs as he ascended them, turning a corner and spotting Emil standing outside with a cigarette between his fingers. Approaching, Andreas snatched the cigarette for himself and began to smoke, causing Emil to gasp. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "That was mine!"

"Sorry," Andreas said, exhaling sideways. "But I needed this. Monica doesn't like me smoking." Emil smiled, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. His eyes studied his friend. "I heard what you said down there," he teased. Andreas paused, taking another long drag of the cigarette. "And what was that?" he puffed. Emil raised an eyebrow. "Mrs. Samaras? Are you about to do what I think you're going to do?" he smirked. But Andreas didn't answer. Instead, he smiled back, returned the cigarette, and slipped into the room alongside Emil.

Bursting into the room, Andreas' imposing figure startled Georgios. His eyes widened, and he began to tremble, instinctively trying to shrink away from the man. However, Andreas loomed over him, his piercing blue eyes filled with a deadly intensity. With his hands at his sides and a controlled breath, Andreas' voice dropped to a chilling tone. "Are you ready?"

Georgios burst into sobs, shaking his head frantically, his hands anxiously rubbing together. But Andreas' heart raced with anticipation, and he couldn't contain his excitement. He heaved a breath, a twisted smile forming on his lips. "That sounds like a yes!"