DARK DEEDS

02

THE POLICE STATION is as cold as the faces locked behind bars. As I look from criminal to criminal — I wonder what crime incarcerated each one.

I insinuate the worst — from homicide to rape to whatever wicked idea keeps me awake as Bella and I wait in the reception.

“How much longer do we have to wait for these people?” I question — head in hand. “Ricco murdered that man case closed.”

“It is not that simple Carina.“ Isabella responds. “The forensics team have to collect samples from the crime scene. The IT team have to retrieve the video from the broken phone. The police have to question us and so much more.”

“I know all that but I want to leave. It smells like sweat in here which is odd because it is quite cold. Do people not bath?” I whisper that last part as I scoot closer to Isabella and hold her arm.

“I know and I can feel their stares all over us but we cannot let Ricco escape punishment. That is the reason we are here remember?”

“That is the reason I am here.” I correct. “You are here because YOU are scared of what Ricco can and will do to you in the case that he is let off scot-free.”

“And you are not scared of him?” She cocks a brow. “You snitched on him and you are his ex. He has more of a reason to harm you than me.”

“Whatever the case let us make sure that he rots in prison.” I tell Isabella before a sick realization dawns on me. “I cannot believe I dated such a person.”

“I can believe it — You have thee absolute worst taste in men.”

“And you have better taste?” I scowl.

She flips her blonde hair aside as she responds. “Of course I have better taste. Is that not obvious?”

“No?” I state more as a question than an answer. She is about to respond when the flash and click of cameras punctures the air around us. I turn around and see a god of a man.

He is sculpted to perfection from the crown of his chocolate-brown hair to the sole of his feet which lead him into the station.

Once the police clear the swarm of paparazzi around him I take in his muscular frame — clad in a black Armani suit.

It acts as a stark contrast to the white pants suit the woman beside him has on.

Despite the fact that she has six-inch heels on he towers over her and the rest of the guards around him.

“Oh God.” Isabella remarks as the man takes off his sunglasses. “That is Salvatore LaGuardia.”

I turn to her in seconds. “You know him?”

“Who does not?” Isabella beams.

“I do not know him.” I make a face. Her mouth falls open before she proceeds to provide an explanation.

 “You know that tall black tower at the centre of Lovelace Square? He owns that and a lot of other stuff like planes and ships and everything you could think of!”

“He must be rich.” I respond.

“Rich?” Isabella shouts. “He is a multi-billionaire! And he is not even that old. He is 30.”

“Is he married?”

“No one knows. That is how private he is.”

I watch as he converses with the receptionist at the front desk before I turn back to Isabella. “What is he here for?”

“I do not know.” She responds before her brows furrow. “Hold on — What if he is the boss Ricco referred to that time!”

“Oh God. I have to somehow seduce him Isabella. He could be the RIB(Rich Italian boyfriend)  I have been begging God for!” I panic as I fix the loose stands of hair that fluff around me. “How do I look?”