I had studied the blueprint for the warehouse a trillion times. I swear it's now embedded to the back of my brain. Each brain cell remembers an exit or entrance. Hell, even a window. It's like the blueprint had been in my dreams for the past five nights. After day three, I was ready to rip my own hair out. It is that frustrating to me. Well, I don't know which is more frustrating. The blueprint dreams or this fake argument with divorce papers. But each time after our explosion of fake fights; Alessio has rushed to my room as if he's continuing the fight. In reality, he's comforting me and helping me see that a divorce isn't in his vocabulary. He showing more and more a side of him that I fell for. His actions afterwards calms me down and makes me realize; I don't want an actual divorce. It reignites the fire in my veins to bring down Ana once and for all.
"We have a meeting in thirty minutes!" Alexander yells out from the hallway.
"Meeting?" I question as I open my bedroom door.
"Yes a meeting. You know, the documents for your divorce there Izzy." Alexander explains in code. I look at my phone and realize the date.... Alessio will be leaving in a few hours.
"I'm heading there now!" My voice is in horror as I had forgotten the date. I walk into the hallway and pull my door closed. My fuzzy sock feet squished again the wood with each step. I walk past an awaking Alexander who hasn't moved.
"Issy? Don't you want to change? Or fix your hair? Or put on some shoes at least?" Alexander asks. I glance down at my outfit and realize I'm still in my baby pink sweatpants and sweatshirt. My feet are covered in fuzzy pink socks.
"No time Alexander. Plus, who am I trying to impress? Come on before you make us late!" I respond with a shrug of my shoulders. I start to walk off as I'm halfway down the hall; I can hear Alexander's dress shoes hitting the wooden floor. We carefully walk down the creepy concrete stairwell and into the main part of the office reception area. I spot Alessio, Arcangelo, Adriano, Antonio, and Donatello standing by Alessio's office off. As soon as they see Alexander and I; their expressions each change slightly. Alessio's frown lines on his forehead disappear as he begins to smile. My heart feels like it jumped a beat seeing him actually smile. The jumping stops when I see Arcangelo with his eyebrow raised to the gods about. Donatello looks confused along with Adriano. Antonio has his mouth gaped open. I see my reflection on a wall mirror and my face turns to horror. My fluffy curly hair is pulled into a lopsided bun. I have a small tea stain on my sweat shirt. In reality I look a mess. I quickly turn around and ram my body into Alex's.
"Why did you let me walk down here looking a mess!" I whine out.
"Well future queen, I tried. You however, said we couldn't be late to the party. So turn back around and get to marching." Alexander comments with a smirk on his face.
If I could punch it off, I would.
He quickly turns me back around as my face turns tomato red.
"That's a lovely..." Arcangelo begins to say.
"Wardrobe choice." Antonio interrupts Arcangelo.
"I think she looks beautiful." Alessio's voice echoes behind everyone.
"Come on. We need to sign some papers." Donatello expresses with a wink. I let out a loud groan and scowl as I walk towards the opened office door. We all fill the room quickly as Alexander locked the door behind us. I take the seat behind Alessio's desk next to him while everyone else gathers around the desk; concealing our bodies.
"As you know, we'll be heading out soon." Arcangelo suddenly says.
"We figured it would be easy for us to conceal your last meeting from everyone this way." Alexander explains.
"So let's get down to the details so these two can be lovey dovey for the next few seconds." Antonio jokes.
"The plan hasn't changed. You'll be with Zek and Alexander. Alexander, make sure not a hair is missing on her head." Alessio says with a stern voice.
"Of course give me the hardest job with the clumsiest queen alive." Alexander jokes. I send Alex a glare as I cross my arms.
"I'm not that clumsy." I grumble. The room fills with chuckles as I stare down Alexander.
"Meeting is over." Donatello announces after he has contained his laughter.
"Be careful tonight." Alessio softer than usual says.
"You're the one who needs to be careful Alessio." I respond as I grab ahold of his collared shirt. His face comes closer to my nonmoving face and his lips softly land on mine.
"I love you." Alessio says as he rests his forehead on mine.
"I love you too." I whisper. He moves away from me and begins to move behind his desk.
"Sign those papers." He states with a wink. I watch as everyone but Alexander leave the office. I grab the pen and sign the line. Alexander guides me back to my room. I open my door and before I can close it; he speaks.
"I'll be back in two hours. Try to wear something dark." Alexander says. I nod my head and close the door behind me. I watch the hour tick down and soon, I see Alessio from my balcony getting into his driver seat. Donatello and Adriano climb into the back of Alessio's suv. From where I'm standing on my balcony, I can see Alessio kiss his hand. His hand comes out the window and he makes a bow and arrow with his arms. Like he's sending the kiss up to me. His window quickly rolls back up in time for Ana and Andre to come walking outside. I watch as climb into their own car. Next Arcangelo and Antonio come out. With them is a few of their guards. As soon as Alessio pulls off, the rest follow.
Deep down in my bones I have a dreadful feeling. One that I can't push aside. A knock on the door catches my attention. I rush back inside to open it.
"Well this is an improvement from earlier. Let's get down stairs." Alexander jokes. I follow behind Zek as Alexander walks beside me. The fear and dread creep back into me with each step I take.
Something doesn't feel right.
YOU ARE READING
Tattered Love
RomanceWhen my family owes The Don of The Italian Mafia money that they don't have; how do they repay him? The answer, an arranged marriage. With whom? The youngest daughter, of course. Who is the youngest? Me. Isabella Morello. My life wasn't always rai...