MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 2

Vicente’s POV

I stepped out of the bathroom just in time for my phone to ding, signifying a message.

I take long strides towards the side drawer to pick up the phone and check if it's a message from Victor, my second-in-command, who is presently in Italy.

A frown appears on my face when I receive a different message from an unfamiliar number.

Help!

Help!

You jerk, I f**king need your help! I am in that cheap hotel close to Austin Avenue. There is an intruder in here. Just help this once, and I promise never to bother you again. Pick up the fucking call or come help me. Goddammit!”

What the hell!

I toss the phone to the bed, my mind drifting to the person who had the audacity to call me a jerk.

Really?

I'm sure he or she has no idea who I am. Disrespect is the first thing I don't take from anyone. That includes everyone in my family, as well as the Mafia.

It's one thing I can take someone out for. Disrespect. Disregard. And betrayal.

The phone dings again, and I pick it up hurriedly to see Victor’s name flashing on my notification box.

With a sigh, I tap it.

“Good,” I mutter in satisfaction before exiting the message to see the strange number beneath his.

Out of curiosity, I tap on the message again to re-read it.

"You jerk, I f**king need your help! I am in that cheap hotel close to Austin Avenue. There is an intruder in here. Just help this once, and I promise never to bother you again. Pick up the fucking call or come help me. Goddammit!”

Jerk? There is a high probability that the sender is a woman, and she is seeking help from a man.

Me?

Why did she send me the message? Is she someone I know? Does she know me?

Everyone knows how much I hate men who harass or abuse women. This woman, whoever she is, must be aware of that. If she didn't, she wouldn't send me that message.

I grab a shirt from my closet and put on pants, moving out with the phone firmly in my hand.

“Boss,” Luca says to me with a curt nod.

“Do you have any idea where Austin Avenue is?” I asked without hesitation, watching him nod quickly. “Do you know where the cheap hotels around there are?”

He looks thoughtful for a while before nodding. “There is Silverware and Magic hotel. Those two are the cheapest.”

I nod, my mind flashing back to the incident in Italy, where the Silicone Mafias laid an ambush on Dominic, the head of the Greek Mafia. Dominic and I had arranged to meet at a clubhouse.

Dominic was attacked, and he called me before I could get to the clubhouse to go back.

I don't fear challenges. Even when the war isn't mine.

It was Dominic’s war, but I wanted to provide backup for him, so I moved ahead and got there with my men.

They eliminated all the men sent to take Dominic down in a matter of minutes. Dominic plays a major role in the family business. Going down means we all go down with him.

He was grateful, even though he felt embarrassed for being caught unaware, leaving me to reprimand and counsel him for a minute about trusting no one.

With that scene racing through my head now, I don't feel any surge of fear of being ambushed.