Chapter 45
Author’s POV
Paris,
Millennium Avenue,
No. 38, off Avenetti Villa.
“Dring… During” the ring from the phone emanates it distracted the attention of the woman in the kitchen who was heavily pregnant.
She was blonde and has a chubby look. Her protruded stomach was hitting the kitchen counter.
She had a knife in her hand that she was using to chop carrots and veggies. She halted with the knife in the air and heaved heavily in frustration.
“Honey,” She called in a calm tone. But there was no response.
“Honey, whose phone is ringing? ” Came her voice, this time louder than the first time.
She hummed, using the back of her hands to gently whipped off the beads of sweat forming at her forehead away.
She dropped the knife and walked over to the living room, just then a sleek guy in a suit walked into the living room with a cheerful smile on his cheeks.
“Darling, “He called in a deep and thick tone. From the tone of his voice, one will think that he’s a great smoke addict.
But his lips were pink and not dark, neither were his teeth brown. His thirty-two set of teeth were pure in color.
“I’ve been calling you ever since.”She spouted pathetically, feigning a sad look.
He walked forth throwing his arms over her shoulder, he pulled her closer to him. They both stared into each other before busting out into a sweet smile.
The lady was the first to withdraw herself from him.
“Your phone has been ringing, where have you been?” She inquired.
He glanced at the position of the phone before looking back at her. “I’m sorry love. In the bathroom.” He responded walking over to the stool.
He glanced over the screen but the home light was off so he had to pick it up and pressed the power button.
“It shows a strange number.” His countenance changes as he recognized the number.
“Breakfast will be ready in minutes. I’ll just get back to the kitchen.” The lady opined before attempting to walk away.
“You know what?”The man asked. She halted at her step, turning slowly to face him. She shrugged her head negatively.
He walked closer to her, then he placed a light kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry, I won’t be able to wait for breakfast, I got to go now.” He whined, twitching his face in displease.
The lady stared at him for a while before complying with his demand.
“Okay.”She twitched her lips and gave him a sweet kiss.
He muttered some words in her ears and they both chuckled.
“Come on man, “She cursed, pushing him towards the entrance. “You got to go now.”
“Alright, mummy.” He answered childishly.
She slammed the door after him and went straight into the kitchen.
Just two minutes after her in the kitchen, the doorbell rang. She froze at what she was doing.
A bright smile appeared on both sides of her cheeks.
“It must be him again. He must have forgotten to take something.”
She walked out of the kitchen to the door and clicked it open the door. Her phone rang somewhere around the couch.
She looked over to that side and was agape.
She staggered backward, her gaze shifting to the door. The door was locked and she just got that clicked open.
The door was still closed even if she has turned on the switch.
“Hey, you!”She gawked with her gaze roaming angrily at the man who was seated and dressed in an expensive suit.
The man lighted his tobacco, his face was unseen because he was putting on a hat.
“Who are you? And how dare you smoke in my house? If you don’t get the fuck out of my house I’ll have to call the cops on you.”
At her first question who are you? He flashed her a tag in which BOSS was properly inscribed.
At her last words, he spoke, “feel free to call to call the FBI or your husband.”
“If I were you, I’d have called my husband first to report an invader before calling the cops.” Even though the man was smoking tobacco, and his aura was spreading evil. His voice was still calm and soothing.
Somehow she let down her guard and anxiety because she felt whole and warm at his words.
“Are you here for Tony? I’m sorry that I was rude to you earlier. You know this day, things and gangs just broke into someone’s house, killing and robbing.”
“My pleasure, I’m not mad. I knew you are scared but Rico was my boy back then in Las Vegas. Call him and inform him that he has an August visitor in his home. ” He turned to her flashing a sweet smile.
“You mean…”She trailed off when their eyes get honed.
He nodded positively, flashing her a sweet smile.
She stealthily walked over to the spot in which her phone was, with her trembling hands, she slipped the phone off the leather couch, gawking at the man.
She forcefully swallowed the non-existent lump in her throat down.
“Dring…” The phone rang but no response.
A coy smile appeared on the corner of the man’s cheeks. “You may leave a voice note.”
“Oh yeah, “She freaked, forcing some smiles.
No matter how she’d try to compose herself, his aura keeps spreading around her and that was always sending shivers, not just shivers but shivers of fear to her body system.
***
On the other end,
Rico received a phone call from some unknown which he saved the number as.
They were the ones who were saving his ass and feeding him information about the whereabouts of his former master.
They will call him and he will have transferred a whopping sum of fifty thousand dollars to an offshore account, then the information will be relayed to him.
Somehow, they were legit cause every fucking information they did give always seems to be true.
He was awaiting their answer as he keeps calling the number.
A sniper was sighted at the top building of a duplex, aiming at his forehead.
There was a videographer who was filming him but it wasn’t to his awareness.
After Rico had fled from Las Vegas for fear for his life. He relocated to his hometown Santiago before entering some ship to Porta then to Portugal and then to Paris.
He had planned to remain anonymous and not involve himself in any gang-related business, or celebrity but as a manager.
He changes his name and every piece of information about him.
After waiting about two hours, he then checked his phone screen for the time when he saw that he missed a voicemail and also his wife’s call.
Just as he was about to call his wife, a strange number called him and said, “Rico.” His heart leaped in fear as he turned around naively.
He ended the call and called his wife at that instant.
She picked and he sensed the tension in her voice.
“Mila, are you okay?”He asked with a beating heart.
“Of course…”She breaks down every one of her words.
“You have a visitor,” She chimed. ” He said he was your boss in Las Vegas.”
“Hold on, is the phone on speaker?” He panicked but then he heard a scream.
****
Back at home,
Mila was asked to feel free and prepare some food.
Immediately she walked inside the kitchen, the communication network was disabled.
Any call she made won’t be able to go over.
She panicky and took her phone to dial done cops’ number but unfortunately, a voice comes from behind her, “ma’am can I please get some water?” He stared at her with a seductive look.
Oh gosh! His lips were hot and ripe that she wanted to rush forth and claimed them within her mouth. His eyes were as clear as the blue sky and she already darted her gaze to his y region.
“You like it down there?” His voice pulled her out of her imagination. She nervously nodded her head affirmatively.
He gave a “you don’t mean it faces.”
“No, I mean yes I’ll get you done water.” “How about him or cognac?” She inquired in a respectful tone.
“Your choice my wish. You look beautiful to sleep like beauty.” He said this and when she turn around to look at him, he was out of sight.
Her heart began to plummet under her chest. She felt her pulse quicken and the blood and water in there rushing faster. The baby inside of her was sending a great kick and within the tick of a clock, the kick stopped with no sign of the baby being alive.
She became confused at that instant. She was dumb and… It was as if the contents in her brain were thrown out into the ocean hence leaving a blank, deep, and empty space in her head.
She emerged from the kitchen with a tray that contains a glass of water in her hands. She was shocked to see Tony.
“Tony…”She slurred almost in a whisper. She seems to be afraid of this man who called himself Boss.
“Mila,” Tony called in a sweet way and flashed her a sweet smile.
“Mila this is my boss, master Damien.” Tony break the camel’s back and Mila felt a rush of relief flooding into her system.
“Yeah, he said his name was Damien. And he was your boss.” Mila added dropping the tray of drinks on the table.
“Baby, why do you have to bring water to my boss?” Rico who is also Tony inquired.
“It’s okay.” Damien waved his palm in the air. “I was the one who had asked for water. She’s so pretty.” Master Damien complimented, lurking at Mila in such a sweet and seductive manner.
Tony traced Damien’s look to mola and was displeased at that. He cleared his throat to break through the silence.
“Mila, can you please excuse us?”
Mila smiled and then walked in when she got into the kitchen. She heaved down a heavy sigh and resumed her cooking.
About thirty minutes later, she heard the bell ring and did not bother to check because she presumed that Tony was in the living room with his Boss.
But the bell never stopped so he had no choice but to walk out through the kitchen door.
Right now, she was not going to commit the previous mistake but instead, she peered through the glass to check on the person.
She rushed back into the kitchen to pick up her phone. She was going to place a call across to Tony.
Why do scary people keep coming into their homes today?
She sighted her phone and dialed Tony’s number.
She walked back to the door to get it open when someone pushed her in with a gun pointed to her Head.
She staggered backward with fears lingering in her heart.
“You…” She stammered with tears pouring down from her eyes.