His Find

11

"Vic, I saw the Victoria Secret bag,"

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"Maybe it was a robe," I argued back.

For the past twenty minutes, Resse and I were arguing back and forth about how Victoria's Secret isn't just about underwear and bras, that they sell other things as well. I mean, have you seen their slippers?!

"Then show me," He laughed. Anger etched in face, I took a deep breath.

"Why are you so persistent on this?" Our voices grew louder.

"Because," He shrugged his shoulders as he glanced at me. "I wanna know. That's what friends are for."

"Resse, you don't need to know what I bought,"

"Maybe I do!"

"Why?"

"I could manage that card and you wouldn't even know it!"

"Doubt it,"

"Okay, whatever," He paused his game and grabbed his laptop that sat next to him. "I guess I'll just check,"

I rushed over to him and tried to grab his laptop. I jumped over the coffee table, landing close to his lap, scrambling for the laptop.

"Wait!"

"Why, are y-"

"Scusami!" A deep voice sounded from behind me, we both froze. Slowly I turned around. God, this looks awkward!

Alessandro rose an eyebrow at both of us, I bet Resse and I looked pretty dang close.

"May I ask what you two are doing?" Alessandro asked softly as I moved off Resse and slammed the top of his laptop down. Resse and I started throwing our side of the story out, both of our voices trying to outsound the others.

"One at a time, please!" Alessandro looked towards me. His whiskey eyes bit into my blue ones.

"After I came home and put my stuff upstairs, someone," I looked back at Resse and glared. "Had to poke his nose where it doesn't belong."

"What happened?"

"I just asked what she bought," Resse defended with a smirk.

"Children," He muttered. Alessandro walked closer to us and shut off the game. "We're hosting a dinner tonight, seeing you may have forgotten, so make sure you're ready in half an hour."

Resse and I both nodded. Quickly taking a shower, throwing on my navy dress and white heels, plus some light makeup, I made way to the kitchen. There seemed to be at least eight cooks in the kitchen and I spotted Mrs.Lucia scooping potatoes into a bowl. A young cook sized me up.

"Get out of the kitchen," A strong French accent came from her mouth. "Now!"

Damn, okay.

The dinner table was set with crystal wine glasses and plates, clean linen napkins, and gold silverware. In large vases were crimson roses, white candytuft, and at the bottom of the vase, cyclamen grew. It was stunning. Crystal wine glasses sparkled from the chandelier.

"Like it?" My shoulders jumped at his voice. I turned around.

Alessandro was dressed in a white button up, his black slacks complimented his dress shoes. His hair was combed back, but curls started taking root at the nape of his neck. Clean shaven, his skin was kissed by the sun. When I met his eyes, I saw his following my curves. I blushed underneath his eyes.

Closing the space between us, he gently reached up and cupped my chin. His thumb gently caressed my cheek, I fluttered my eyelids. His other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. The heat from his breath tickled my face as he leaned in, I shut my eyes.

Closer he leaned in and-

Ding dong

I'm gonna kill whoever is at that door.

"Sorry, amore, but I better get that," He sighed and kissed my forehead. As I opened my eyes, I rolled them.

Alessandro walked to the door while fixing the silver Rolex that decorated his wrist.

"Hey sexy," Resse smirked as he came into eye view.

"Hey," I flatlined. He frowned.

"Where's your comeback?"

"I guess I left it at the door."

"Come on in," I heard Alessandro speak. "The dining room is right this way,not that you'd know or anything." Resse quickly grabbed my hand and stood me next to a chair, he then straighten my shoulders and took place next to me.

I almost gasped as I saw who walked in, I think he did too.

"Please, have a seat everyone." Resse nodded and sat down in the chair next to me. Right as I reached my hand to my chair, Dalton beat me to it.

"Here," He smiled gently and I tried to return the gesture.

Looking up, Alessandro seemed to be halfway to my chair, confusion clear on his face. Dalton tried sitting next to me but the moment he grabbed the chair, Alessandro kindly put a hand on his shoulder and nodded in the opposite direction. Dalton shakily smiled.

This is gonna be awkward.

After the main course of lasagna, a side salad, bread, and fruit, desert was ready. Gelato... It tasted so amazing, that French cook was rude, but damn she was good at what she did.

"Now," Alessandro said in his chair beside me. His tone turned serious after talking to Dalton and a man named Greg, who I assume was Dalton's father. "I suppose you know why you're here tonight."

"Yes sir, but if I may-"

"No, no you may not." Our dishes were cleaned off. "Mr.Greg, I do not have time to be mocked like a three year old child. I am a grown man who operates a very rigours operation. Usually under these circumstances, I don't ask questions first, but I fear there is more going on then I know of. So, tell me, where'd my forty five hundred go?"

Damn, $4,500? Did he steal it or d-

"Plus the two million from last month, the thirty three thousand from February, another two million from May, oh and if I remember correctly, the eighty thousand from October?"

My jaw almost hit the floor. If you add all that up, that's a big number. A HUGE number. I looked towards Alessandro, maybe his eyes would give it away. A punchline maybe? But all Alessandro did was calmly light a cigar, the flick of the lighter loud amongst the quietness.

"The truth is," Daltons father started. "My son here," he pointed towards Dalton. "Has cancer and I just didn't have the money, boss!"

My eyes shot towards Dalton. His eyes were big, but his demeanor was steady. Next, I heard a click. A gun was now pointed clearly at both Daltons and his father's head, Lenny was behind the trigger. My hands started to tremble and my heart gained speed, the cigar smoke slowly seemed to choke me.

What did I get myself into?

"Really?" Alessandro laughed darkly. "That's funny, because that Lamborghini outside sure as fuck doesn't pay for itself, nor does a new house, oh and let's add that list of whores to the check, shall we?"

"Don't forget the traveling," Lenny smirked, pushing the gun closer.

"Ah, yes! The traveling! I almost forgot to ask, how the hell was Barcelona?"

"Barcelona?" Dalton mumbled, the crinkles by his eyes grew deeper as his face colored confusion.

"And with all the cancer, I'm sure life has been hard." Quickly I glanced towards Alessandro, his cigar now done as he jammed the butt into the ash tray that just seemed to appear.

This was definitely not what I signed up for...