To Intrigue a Cavelli [The Seven Cavelli Brothers #1]

14. | Stalker |

First of all, thank you for all the love and support you gave me on the previous chapter. You guys must be so very ready with all the pitch forks and all cause I left you all with a cliffhanger.

(Honestly, some of your comments had me laughing so hard.)

Let me warn you before hand though, the starting might be confusing but it'll make sense when you read further into it, yeah?

Any who, let's get on with the show. Cheerios! 

CeeTheSpinster.

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The door of her apartment burst open and Dimitri and Luca rush in. Dimitri was in a maroon robe and Luca had the buttons of his shirt done wrong in his haste to get dressed. Both gasp upon seeing the once neat-as-a-pin living room. Everything was wrecked beyond use. The place smelled like cheap alcohol and piss.

They follow the trail of wreckage into Ollie's room and make their way to Ollie who stands numbly in front of the entrance of her bathroom. Her face is white as a sheet and she looks visibly shaken. "Ollie?" Dimitri calls in a panicked voice as he and Luca make their way towards the woman who had become part of their family.

Dimitri grabs onto her forearm and tucks lightly, "Ollie? What's wrong? Are you hu... Holy fúcking hell!" He curses as he turns towards the open bathroom door. Everything from her shampoo to toothpaste was emptied on the floor, the marble toilet seat and the tub were smashed into pieces, like the living room, the toilet too had the distinct smell of piss, what more, there were pieces of excrement matter laying here and there on the tiles, some smeared on the walls, someone had left a message in red on the walls.

This is only the beginning of what's to come you fúcking bítch!

I'll kill you next time.

"Is that...?" Dimitri trails off and Ollie nods dumbly. "Blood," She croaks, "The goat, rabbit or whatever it was, is lying on my bed." She says and Luca turns towards it before cursing under his breath. "Take Ollie out, I'm calling the police." Luca snaps and Dimitri gets to work.

Even the previous break-ins were less brutal.

"What else is missing?" Luca demands as the owner and the rest of the people associated with the apartment complex's security come rushing. They offer Ollie a blanket as she sits down on one of the chairs they'd provided.

"My underwear." Ollie replies numbly, "All of it, every single one." She says with a shiver. The ones not missing were covered in shit, piss and god knows what. Luca runs a hand through his hair and Dimitri gasps. It was a lot underwear.

The rest of the night had been a blur with men in blue, black and some others. Luca and Dimitr had dragged Ollie off as soon as they could and she went through a sleepless night.

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The following morning:

Dimitri rushes through the hospital doors, Luca right on his heels and skids to a stop in front of the reception desk. His clothes are in compete disarray and he looks visibly shaken. "How may I help you?" The woman at the desk looks weirdly at the two men dressed in their night clothes.

"We're looking for Dr. Olivia Clarkson." Luca provides as Dimitri was in no condition to answer anyone.

"Room 45B, take the elevator on your right just across the lobby." She answers after she quickly types down the name Luca gives her. While Dimitri rushes off, Luca signs his name on the register and thanks the woman before he follows his husband.

Though Dimitri has the most appealing of backsides, Luca's mind is too occupied with the thoughts of Ollie to bother getting aroused by the fact.

"Ollie!!" Dimitri bursts into the room, the door hits the wall with a loud BAM! Ollie sits on a chair, surrounded by various beeping machines and tubes. "Dimitri!" Ollie gasps, shocked. The elderly patient on the be looks between the two men (Luca having just arrived on the scene) and Ollie with wide eyes. Her wrinkled face and streak white hair told anyone who dared to look of her age.

Farah Jon looked ready to pass on anytime.

"Sorry," Dimitri winces apologetically and makes his way towards Ollie whose on her annual trip to visit Farah Jon, who had been a huge support in one of her cases. Farah had been kind enough to taken in one of the girls who were left after the whole mess ended. Currently, Farah's daughter was looking after the little girl and both of them were abroad.

"Ollie, can I have a minute please?" Dimitri asks and Ollie nods at him, her eyes are narrowed. No doubt he was going to get a nice earful.

After squeezing Farah's thin wrinkled hand for assurance, Ollie follows Dimitri out and gently shuts the door behind her. 

"What's the ruckus about Dimitri? This is a hospital you know." Ollie reprimands. "I know, but you'll understand my temporary lack of awareness soon enough." Dimitri waves it off, "But first, how is she?" Dimitr nods towards the closed door of the private room. 

Ollie offers him a sad smile, "Not doing well, it's nearly her time, Farah feels it, knows it and the doctors confirmed it, Kimberly and Klare are arriving this afternoon. She'll pass soon." Ollie tells Dimitri, Luca squeezes her shoulder in support and Ollie offers him a smile. 

"Did you read the latest update to the gossip column of nearly every newspaper, blog and internet gossip site in exsistance?" Dimitri demands, breaking the somber atmosphere, Ollie shakes her head.

"No I didn't, the call about Farah's condition deteriorating came so suddenly that I didn't get time to go through any headlines, much less the gossip column." Ollie tells them. Luca and Dimitri share a look of distress.

"Well, you should see this then." Luca says as he offers Ollie his phone. The internet version of the day's newspaper was open on Safari. The headline makes Ollie lose all her color and turn pale.

Vitelli Cavelli spotted with a mystery woman.

Dimitri shows her another column from his own phone.

Is the city's most eligible bachelor hiding a secret, potentially wife candidate girlfriend?

Both have a pictures of Vitelli leading her into his private jet and helping her out of his car. Thankfully they haven't caught her face, the shadows had obscured it. Wide eyed, Ollie looks at Dimitri and Luca's anxious expressions before handing them back their phones.

"I need to talk to Vitelli." She tells them, a look passes between the men yet again. "But first, I need to go to the police station, they called me earlier to come and retrieve some of my personal stuff." Ollie tells them.

"We'll come with." Dimitri says firmly, completely ignoring his and Luca's state of dress. The shock they'd received last night was enough for them to be extra cautious.

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Vitelli's eyes narrow at the headlines on the newspaper the same morning. Fúcking journalists. They were like irritating flies, no matter how much one shoos them away, they'll always come bouncing back.

Before Vitelli can think of confronting the journalists and the woman in the pictures (the same one who has been occupying his mind too long for comfort) his phones rings. Barnard was his head of his security detail and Intelligence ever since Vitelli started earning as much as he did rarely called him unless it was something urgent.

"Sir, there's something regarding Miss Clarkson I think you should know," Barnard's British accent is thick as it had been the first time Vitelli heard him speak, "Someone broke into her house last night. And it's not pretty." He says.

And suddenly, Vitelli sees red.

"Get me all the details, I want everything , no matter how small." He says as he grabs his keys and heads towards his elevator, fuming with rage.

Some fúcking bastard was going to die. It was a stray thought, but his rage and worry induced mind was too preoccupied to locate the reason for it.

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