(NFTMB)Chapter 86
Alessandro
(House On Fire)
“Watch your step, Victoria”
I slowly guided her along the stony walkway from the ballroom and back to the mansion.
After I had intercepted the idiot whose life mission for the evening was to get on my nerves and cause Victoria’s tits to pop out in public, I decided it was high time she called it a night.
If I get that fool, whoever he is behind that mask, he’ll regret his existence.
Whoever that idiot that was behind the mask was should count himself lucky that we were in public and I was the host of this party else….. something else would have happened.
I guided her up the stairs and straight to the room as she walked as slow as possible probably because of the heels and the fact that she looked tired.
Her legs really looked like they were in pain and uncomfortable.
Women.
I don’t know why they insist on wearing something that makes them so uncomfortable.
I can never understand them and their quests for beauty and fashion.
They’re very weird creatures who don’t act according to what is expected of them.
Four months pregnant and going to five and yet she still insists on wearing heels.
Almost sounds irresponsible in my opinion.
But then, her cross not mine.
I was angry when she felt the baby kick and didn’t tell me.
It felt like another betrayal to me. Just like her predecessor, Roberta.
Even the way she reacted when I asked about it and tried to feel it too.
If not that I promised not to hit her anymore, God knows I restrained myself from knocking some sense into her.
And I can’t help but to notice that she talks without thinking.
I’m human too.
I’m just a father trying to not be the bad guy for once and just feel my baby’s kick but as always she saw me as the villain.
Roberta got pregnant and hid herself in her room and hardly let me know anything.
It was always between her and her dead driver boyfriend.
He was there during the morning sickness and the regular hospital checkups.
He played the role of the father while I the real father was kept in the dark only for her to accuse me of neglect when I was given the chance.
I’m sure they even picked out baby names.
That’s why during Victoria’s pregnancy, I vowed to make up for the things I missed out on with Matteo.
I’m always there for my child when she’s throwing up in the morning or too tired to move around.
Shit, I even fed her and allowed her to rest her head on my thigh even though I wanted nothing more than to get her away from me at that moment.
But still, she doesn’t see all the efforts I make for my child.
She thinks she’s the only one thinking for the baby’s safety and betterment but that’s a lie.
I married her because of the baby. I gave her and the baby my name.
I won’t kill her no matter how much she irritates me because of my baby.
Victoria scurried away from me when I tried to listen in on my baby.
I never knew I could feel pain or hurt anymore but at that moment.
It hurt.
It really hurt.
I’m sure she would have been excited had it been Valentino that did what I did.
Stupid girl.
And as for Valentino.
If I find out that what I suspect is true then he will pay. I won’t let it slide.
He can’t betray me like that and I’ll just walk away without my pound of flesh.
No.
“Can you please help me take off my shoes?”
I looked at her uncomfortable place as she sat on the bed and tried to untie the strings around her leg unsuccessfully.
What if I refuse and treat you the way you treated me earlier?
“Sure”
All for the baby.
“Thank you”
I went down on one knee to untie the strings as her leg was now swollen and sore.
It looked red and I’m sure that that would hurt.
“Ow”
“Stay still”
“Sorry”.
After taking off her shoes I got up and went into the bathroom to retrieve the ointment in the cabinet above the mirror.
I guess this should help.
I walked back into the room with the ointment in hand and was about to put it on her sore feet before she stopped.
“No!”
“Why? You like pain?”
“I haven’t had a bath. I’ll have a bath first before applying that”
“Oh I see”.
That makes sense.
“Well go have a bath then and be quick about it, I need to get back to the ball”
“Okay. Give me a minute”
I sat down on the bed and watched her strip herself of her clothes and step into the bathroom.
I still remember back then when she pleaded with me to turn around so she could change.
How people change.
With the way things unfolded tonight it was safe to say that Sebastian had fucked me over.
He told the Russians about our attack and that is why none of them showed up tonight at the party.
He made me look stupid.
He made me look stupid and for that he was going to pay with his life.
I plan to make his end quite grand.
I’m sure that he knew or maybe he had an idea that we might be unto him and that goon he sent to attack Victoria.
I trust Franco to bring me something meaningful.
There’s that word again.
Trust.
I guess it’s safe to say that Franco seems loyal.
I have known him for years and his only goal and mission in life is to serve me.
He gets whatever task I give him done.
He hasn’t slipped up.
And neither has he had a fuck up as big as Sebastian’s.
That guy is in for a very deadly present and he doesn’t even know it yet.
I like the fact that Jasmine is dead and gone from my side but then again I feel like this is going to quicken things a lot more than I expected.
Well, I don’t mind. I like fast as well.
If Sebastian really was working with her and Fabiano then for just how long did they know each other?
I know she’s been here for a while but still building that kind of plan should take a lot more time than that.
I know I won’t trust someone that easily in life.
No.
A month isn’t even enough to gain my trust.
The Russians retreated leaving only Fabiano, Sebastian and their dead comrade, Jasmine.
One down and two to go.
I’ll still get there.
If they thought they could deceive me then they’re damn right retarded because I know their game and what they’re doing.
Victoria emerged from the bathroom in a fluffy white towel and her wet hair wrapped in a towel.
“You’re still here?”. She meekly asked.
“Did you hit your head in there? I thought I told you that I would be waiting here to apply the ointment”
“Oh sorry.”
“Get dressed! I need to get back to the party now”
She immediately put on her nightwear and appeared in front of me nervously.
“Sit!”
She sat beside me on the bed as I took her sore legs and applied the ointment on them.
“Alessandro, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. That was really insensitive and very mean of me to say and for that I’m sorry”
She apologizes and then does the same thing again.
It’s tiring and downright stupid.
“You said what you said, Victoria. Now let me be”.
With that I let go of her leg and placed the ointment on the nightstand.
“Thank you”
I held open the covers for her.
“Get in”
She slid into her own side of the bed as I pulled the covers over her and turned off the lights.
“Thank you”
“Sleep. I’ll station guards at the door.”
“Okay. When will you be back?”
“Late”.
That was the only answer I gave her before leaving.
Franco had already sent the two guys I requested up as I met them on my way out.
They would protect in case anyone tries to mess with her and the baby.
Passing through the halls and different corners of the house I felt like someone was following me.
Even though they tried desperately to lighten and reduce their footsteps, it was still very obvious and I could hear it.
Someone was behind me.
I gripped my gun and kept on walking to deceive whoever this was, that I wasn’t aware that they were trailing me.
Their mistake, not mine.
I cut corners and location and instead took the dark hallway and headed straight for the library which was one of the most unused and ignored places in this house.
Let’s see how much you know this house then.
Nobody uses the library. It’s abandoned and dusty.
As I walked right into the blackened and deserted area of the house, the footsteps sounded unsure and almost scared.
As I reached the door of the library where the flickering lights were now off I pulled out my gun and turned to see a masked figure.
Victoria was right.
There is a blinking light thing around the person’s wrist.
Whoever it was brought out a knife as I pulled out my gun.
“Who the hell are you?!”
There was no reply as he instead gripped the knife tightly and hunched himself a bit before bringing out something and holding it in the air.
A note.
What?
“I won’t ask this again! Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?!”
No response again.
Instead whoever it was threw the note at me and being the idiot he was, expecting that I would pick it up to give him or her a chance to literally stab me in the back.
Not a chance.
I bent down and acted as if I was about to pick the note but still kept my eyes on the attacker’s feet instead.
We need feet to move so whenever he does I’ll be ready.
Just as I expected, the moment I bent down a bit his feet moved immediately but I was definitely faster as I pulled the trigger immediately I brought my head up.
Straight to the shoulder.
I expected to hear a sound, a groan or a moan. Anything to give away who this was but there was nothing.
Only labored and strained breathing.
I corked my gun and raised my face to aim at the target only for my eyes to be attacked by something hot.
Did whoever this is just try to blind me with pepper spray?
Pepper spray? Really?
Who the fuck uses a pepper spray in a fight?
“Argh!!”
This hurts a lot.
It stung like crazy. The next I felt was a punch in the face before I heard running footsteps.
Shit!
I rubbed my eyes and cussed but that only heightened the discomfort.
Whoever did this will pay.
I can’t see and nobody comes to this side of the mansion.
Hardly.
I held my gun tightly and proceeded to continuously fire shots in the air until someone arrives.
Where the fuck is everybody?
Have they all gone deaf?
“Boss!”
Franco.
I heard footsteps rushing towards me as I stopped shooting and maneuvered the gun and the note I had picked from the floor into my back pocket.
“Boss! What happened?!”
“Someone attacked me and I shot at them but they had pepper spray”.
“Pepper spray?”. Franco asked surprised.
“Yes! Now get me out of here!”
“Sorry boss! Right away. We heard the shooting when we were doing patrols around the mansion”
“And you didn’t see anybody?”
“No, boss”
What the fuck is actually going on? How did my house become a place where people go in and come out freely without being seen by any cameras?
How did this even become a thing?
“Where the fuck is Sebastian?!”
“He left for a smoke break, boss”
I see.
No wonder my house is on fire.