Christian Fontana and Tate carmen Romero come from different worlds, but never did he think he'd cross paths with her again.
It's a small world. Smaller than they think. Who knew there were more connections then the ones playing around in their hear...
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My eyes widen, refusing to look up.
No. It couldn't be.
The guard in the room straightens his back. "Boss." He nods.
I feel eyes on me but I don't dare to look up. The person who ordered to kidnap me is the same person I met a few years ago.
He clears his throat. "Portateli nelle loro camere. faremo conversazioni adeguate domattina." {Take them to their rooms. We'll have proper conversations in the morning.}
Once I hear that he's left the room. The guard in the corner walks towards Alex, removing his cuffs along with mine.
"Woah!" Cam yells. "You've been staring anywhere but at him since he walked in and interrupted. Did I miss something?"
I pretended I wasn't quite sure what he meant though I knew it was the sense of tension in the room.
"Mm. Are you okay?" Alex asks, looking concerned. He follows the guard out along as Cam and I follow behind.
"No,". I don't bother lying. Just like my best friend, my brother can see through my lies. He gives me a look. The look means we'll talk about this later. But he shrugs too, because in this case, he might die so maybe not.
Cam groans. "No one gonna tell me the tea?" He questions. When no one answers he opens his mouth to speak again but the guard pulls out his gun causing all of us to freeze.
"Shut up, and enter your rooms. They'll be now locked from the outside and won't be opened until your questioning tomorrow." The guard points me and Alex over to the rooms we were in before.
"Cameron, come with me." Cam smirks, following him out of the corridor.
When I enter "my" bedroom, I hear a lock almost immediately meaning the 'corridor man' has locked it.
My brain can't keep up with the amount of men in this mansion. The amount of people I call guard without knowing what they do in this place is ridiculous.
I sigh, knowing that this is probably only going to get worse.
𖤐𖤐𖤐
I'm met with the sun beaming onto my face through the almost see-through white curtains.
I've been awake for at least 2 hours. I don't know since I left my phone in my purse all the way back in New York.
I thought someone would have gotten me for questioning by now but no one has. The mansion from this bed sounds so quiet. The opposite of yesterday where there was way too much noise.
My gaze drifts to the window. I stand, watching as the birds fly in the sky. Not a cloud in sight.
I don't know whether I should be thankful, I'm not going to work in this weather or should be scared that this might be my last day on earth.
