I almost spilled my tea 28476283 times listening to this savage explain his 'plan'.
"You want CHASE to poison a guy he doesn't know?" I was almost about to laugh but the fact that Aiden was being serious, and the situation we were in stopped me before i even opened my mouth.
"Do you have another plan?" He sat back confidently.
"Of course I fucking don't," I sighed. "And you think Zaria will help us get the poison AND clean up traces after what happened today?"
"Chill b, I have her wrapped around my pinky,"
"Didn't sound like it, fuckboi," I snickered at him.
I looked out of one of his windows, it was way past 10pm and the lights of the young, shitty city shone like little gem stones.
Aiden had been explaining his plan to me in a hella lot of detail but one thing bugged me as I looked out of the window.
"Why Stratford?" I whispered to myself.
"Hmm?" Aiden asked.
I looked at him in confusion, totally bewildered. I was shook.
"Come again?" Aiden urged me.
"Why does a 19 year old hot ass Spanish guy, who is obviously involved with the Mafia, live in a shitty, small city like Stratford in fucking CANADA?"
Aiden shook his head, unable to come up with an answer.
"I mean, it's a bit strange isn't it? And he has a hella amount of money, why doesn't he go live somewhere better." I questioned, knowing Aiden had no clue.
"Well why are you still here Julia, you have a shit ton of money and you still put up with the cold weather and hearts of Stratford,"
"Well my mom lives here doesn't she, I won't just leave her and you, out of everyone, should know that," I sighed.
A few seconds of silence passed.
"Shit" Aiden mumbled.
"Shit shit shit shit SHIT!" He yelled in the quiet apartment.
"What the fuck it's passed 10! You'll annoy the neighbours!"
"Julia don't you see!" He swung his laptop open and started typing away.
"I'm tired as fuck get to the point," I sighed angrily.
"What did you say Daniel's surname was?"
"I didn't, it's Ricciardo."
A few clicking later he turned his laptop to face me. The first thing that caught my eyes was a picture of an mature woman, looked like in her early 60's.
"What-" then I stopped and read what was underneath the picture.
Vivian Ricciardo. 5/8 644 Parsley's Road. 64, Spanish nationality.
I looked up at Aiden, "how the fuck did you find this?"
"You know I work for the government Jules, these days the government has almost everyone's details," he smirked.
I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing, but it was going to help us.
"We can pay Ms Ricciardo a little visit tomorrow, while Chase gets here and Zaria gets everything ready," he told me calmly.
"Aiden they said 3 days, and they didn't sound like they were joking," I was worried and tired.
"And tomorrow is only the second day, chill I know what I'm doing," he reassured me. "How about some sleep?"
I nodded and started unbuttoning my shirt.
"Well at least give me a fucking t-shirt I'm not going to sleep in a mf suit am I you idiot?!"
"What the fuck, these days girls are actually tooooo brave," he heaved himself up and got me a huge tee.
He looked at my bra and my 2 lil girls perched in it. "Damn I didn't know we had such good genes," he gestured towards my boobs.
I slipped on the tee and gave him a look of disgust.
"Yeah we do don't we? Guess that's also why your balls are the size of tennis balls," we both irrupted into laughter and for a few seconds everything felt normal.
"Good night yeah, need anything just take it, you know where shit is just don't fucking wake me, big day tomorrow,"
"Bet that's what you say to your hoes," I waved him a goodnight and walked into the guest bedroom, closing the door and shutting the blinds. Then I crawled into the huge comfy bed with about 736 pillows and a few seconds later I felt myself slip into a deep sleep.
