Rachel.
I wake up to my alarm buzzing on my nightstand. It is six in the morning, but I don't feel like getting up today. Either it might be Remo's idea of training me or seeing Remo's message on my phone. When I open my text box Remo's message pops up;
"Be ready by 6:45am. I'll pick u by then."
When I send him a lot of crying emojis I again get a text.
"Ha! How emojitastic!! I am not buying any of them. I'll be there @ 6:30am."
"What?!!!"
"If you don't move your smart ass now, I'll come there right away and drag you out. So immediately move out."
As soon as I see the message I literally jump out of the bed the very next moment. I am sure that if I don't get out of my bed Remo will do it for me. I don't doubt Remo's capability of doing so.
God! I shouldn't have had agreed to this. Well, it's Remo and if I don't comply he will have his own way with me.
I quickly make my way to the wash. After bathing and brushing, I switch into comfortable yoga pants, and a sports bra and pull a cardigan above it. As I am pushing my foot into the sneakers I hear the car honking outside. When I look up for the time it shows 6:44 am! God! This man is way too early.
I swiftly pad for my front door and on opening I am given my visual treat of Remo. He is seen leaning against his Lotus car keeping his look simple yet hot as ever! He is wearing a simple white T-shirt hugging tightly to his torso and a strong body is at display with khaki pants. I can see his tanned skin through his white attire and his abs are literally driving the hell out of me. Not to forget his black shades which is masking his electrifying eyes from me. All together he is nothing less than an Italian model. God that tattoos sneaking out of his shirt is causing the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach.
"Are you done checking me out?" Remo speaks breaking me out of my trance.
"Was it that obvious?" I can literally feel that my cheeks are set on fire.
"No! Not at all!" Remo rolls his eyes at me. God! I love him doing that.
We both quickly get into his car. And as usual without much warning he takes his car into the road.
"Where are we going?"
Remo doesn't answer my question immediately but takes his own sweet time to run his eyes down my body. I blush.
"Are you going to wear those, for the workout?" He points his index finger at my attire.
"What's so wrong about this?" I ask looking down at myself.
"Absolutely nothing." Remo smirks. I can literally feel that he is biting the inside of his cheeks to stop burst laughing but he fails abruptly.
"What?" I ask frustrated.
He just shrugs his shoulders at me to dismiss further convo.
When I look out of the window I see that we are driving more into a secluded area away from the residential area. It might be some industrial area as I can see tall erect buildings. What does he mean by workout? Is he going to take me to a gym? Or some kickboxing training? I wish I could read his mind.
When I turn my head to my right to look at the man who has now become the reason for my bliss these days, he is busy humming to the tune of ABBA.
I don't know why, but every inch of my body longs for you. I know it's sinful a thought, but my eyes favorite destination, my lips throwing itself into a curve, my ears yearning for your voice! All this moments made me realize how incomplete I was without love.

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RomanceRemo, the powerful Capo of San Francisco. The nemesis of many Capos and underbosses. Painstakingly handsome, figurine of a Greek God, a pair of eyes that denies any kind of emotions. His life revolves around his three brothers and the bloody world...