Unnamed [18+]

Tre

|Sybella Fiori|
|2 weeks later|

"One, two, three, four, five," I sighed looking at the knives in front of me. I'm about to leave for my brief with Santino; I'm looking forward to it because it will distract me and that's all my mind wants.

"We are ready for you," Antonio said softly.

"I know," I whispered staring at the knife dipped in gold, one of the many gifts Jay gave me. "I'll be outside in two minutes."

"Okay," he nodded hesitantly and then left.

I slipped a knife in each holster attached to my ankle then two others on the sides of my thighs and the final one at the nape of my neck, the last one acts as a thick choker.

On my way to the location, I looked at pictures of Avyanna on her first trip to the beach, she was only a month old but loved the feeling of the sand, she ate some of it and I was so worried but when we called the doctor, him and Jay laughed because it was okay.

Before getting out of the car I checked in my purse for the blanket and it was there so I felt safe. I know they're looking down at me from heaven...I know they're safe but they're just not with me.

I've been doing a lot of praying even though I don't believe in God; why should I? He took my family away and that is no god to me, just a petulant and sick-with-power man who sits at the high chair but...Avyanna and Jay deserve to be in paradise so every night I pray for them to be up there, forgetting about the ending I caused. I don't have a child so I'm not a mother any longer or a wife...I'm just a heartbroken woman and the world has many of them already.

What a waste of a pretty face.

When we got to Santino's building, I jumped off the car and followed his butler who was waiting for me by the door with a flute of champagne "Thank you," I said softly.

"You're welcome, Ms. Fiori," he bowed his head and then took me up to the penthouse using the stairs; since this is a historic building there's no elevator which doesn't bother me because is only six floors and Santino's penthouse starts on the third one.

The butler unlocked the door with eight keys, a code, an eye scan and fingerprint. After all that circus we were inside of Santino's place; the first floor is the guest floor where you can find countless rooms dedicated to entertaining people.

"Bella," he said as he rushed down the spiral staircase covered with a red carpet with gold details on the sides "you look beautiful," he pecked my cheeks three times.

"Thank you," I smiled softly "you look beautiful too," I made him chuckle. "Is Ilya here already?"

He shook his head "His plane just arrived so he will be here in 40 minutes, do you want some breakfast?"

"Sure," I followed him into the gorgeous and traditionally French kitchen. "Where is he coming from?" I asked just to make conversation.

"Tulum," he looked at me weirded out "why?"

I shrugged "Just trying to make some conversation."

"We've been friends since you were three, you don't have to make casual conversation," Santino said as he took a seat at the head at the table with an uninterrupted view of the Eiffel Tower. "Do you like Ilya?"