LUXURE

12. MISCONCEPTIONS

GIOVANNI'S POV

I've been so busy with the club and my other business dealings, but I was still so infatuated with this damn vixen. I've had Mark watch her and find out more about her. He found out her name is actually Scarlett and her last name is Chambers. We've looked her up trying to find anything we could, but we came up empty. I'm at a loss as to what her motives are. Did someone pay her to get intel on me? Is she just a kleptomaniac? Why does she use an alias? I just want to know everything about her. Why? I had originally planned on stealing my money, and more, back. Not because I needed a lousy $300, but to show her and everyone else for that matter, that you don't steal from the Russo family.

When I met with that annoying man at the travel agency she works at, she wasn't even there. To say I was a little disappointed was an understatement. The travel agent who met with me, Mr. McConnor or something like that, is planning a trip to Italy. I told him it was for a vacation, but in reality I was meeting with my Uncle Luca.

It had been a week since my last appointment, and I was in the car with my driver and Mark.

"Is she going to be there today, Mark?" I asked as I looked down at my watch.

"She should be, sir. I haven't seen her leaving her apartment since last week. She comes back around 4pm but her son walks to school on his own now. I'm not sure where she's going."

"Well send one of the other guys to find out." I said through my teeth.

"Yes, sir." Mark responded as he pulled his phone out and dialed someone.

I leaned my head back against the seat as I looked out of the tinted windows as we drove through the city. The driver pulled up in front of the tall building and Mark and I climbed out of the SUV. We headed straight for the double glass doors that had "TNM Travel Agency" plastered  on the front of them.

I never in a million years needed someone to plan a vacation for me. I have my own people that can do that if I ever wanted them too. Oh well. I adjusted my suit and walked through the doors with Mark right behind me.

"Welcome to TNM Travel Agency." She said as she finished scribbling something down in front of her. She looked exhausted. She had dark circles under her eyes. Not to mention she was yawning when we first walked in.

"How can I help..." I heard her pen clatter on the desk as she looked up and realized who was standing in front of her. She looked like she was shocked. I smirked at her, but I noticed her eyes looked dull and her cheeks looked sunken in more from when I last saw her at the club.

"I believe I have an appointment." I said in a low growl.

I saw the wave of concern sweep over her face. She looked so scared. Like a deer in headlights.

"Oh, um, yes. Mr. Russo?" Her voice was trembling slightly. I gave her a slight nod. "Uh, yes, right this way." She stood up from her office chair and began walking down the hallway. I could see her hands shaking as she led Mark and I down the hallway. She was wearing a hideous pencil skirt, but it emphasized the curve of her ass making for a good sight. Her hair was in a braid that fell down to her middle back, it swayed as she walked. This must be her real hair then. It was beautiful, a deep brown that looked thick and luscious. I watched her as she knocked on a large wooden door and Mr. McConnor appeared shortly after. He had a big goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Mr. Russo! I'm so happy you're here! Listen I've got big ideas on your trip to Italy, come in come in. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water? Tea?" He said as he showed me to one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk.