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“No Antonio, either we go out without this lot, or I am not going,” I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest.
“Are you sulking on me?” I tilted my head to the side. “Fine, I will have one car at a fair distance behind us and that is it, I am not backing down,” he told me. “Cecco, keep the cars at a fair distance and hidden out the way, no distractions, or draw attention to us,” he ordered him.
“Antonio, are you serious?”
He stepped towards me and took hold of my shoulders, “It’s either that princess, or we don’t go. I need them in case shit hits the fan. Remember I’m a wanted man, and you need to be protected.”
Staring at Cecco and the army as they waited for the signal to move to their vehicles, all dressed in black with white shirts.
“I guess that will do.” I guess I had to compromise somewhere.
Antonio walked over to Carlo having a quiet word before making his way back to me. I climbed into the car and a few seconds later Antonio joined me. He rested the palm of his hand on my right thigh, I turned to smile at him as he grinned like some cheeky naughty boy.
“I am going to buy you some delicious underwear.” He smirked as he lifted his brows.
“What’s the point in that? When you will just take them off.” I teased.
“Exactly. Undressing my precious gift.”
“Your hoping,” I joked.
“Oh, I know,” he said squeezing my thigh.
I had to confess my heart grow fonder of Antonio by the second. I wondered if I dared to confess, I was falling in love with him. I know what he does and did but for some reason it never phased me. I loved it when he played and teased, it all made my heart melt into his desire a little more.
The drive into the city was crazy, traffic all over the place. I had thought about calling it off, only Antonio would ask questions and to tell him the man who shot him twice was after me too, would just…I didn’t want to think about it. I knew Ricco and papa would have men out looking for me in every corner of the city and the outskirts, but surely, I had been gone to long for them to think I was still here. Then my papa had contacts all over the place and he would keep searching until he found me. I bet he was checking out all the other cities, hotels, and any form of transport to find me.
My heart sunk into the pit of my stomach aware my papa or Ricco wouldn’t give up. Papa had promised me to Ricco and eventually when I get caught, I would be thrown to him like some animal. Each and every time I thought about the situation another part of me broke away. I had to tell Antonio the truth, I had to be honest with him as otherwise he would never trust me and that was a main feature of a working relationship, at least that was what my mamma told me.
I clenched my eyes shut, thinking about her and what she would say to my current situation if she was here. I doubt she wouldn’t be best pleased. The fact I was with a Conti, would be the first no. I lied, about my real identity, she would go crazy, as she always hated lying yet lived in it. Third, I was in love with the enemy. I wish so much I could go to her grave and have a chat, but of course not possible and knowing my papa, someone would be watching over it.
Sighing.
“Layla is everything okay?” I turned to Antonio; his eyes sparkling.
“Yes.” I swallowed. “Everything is fine.” I grinned at him, not wishing to give any signals I really had the weight of the world on my shoulders and the only place I felt safe was at his house. I just hoped wherever it was he was taking me, we would be alone or at least not busy.
“Maybe we should go back to yours and order on-line,” I suggested as I thought about CCTV, and I had no idea where my father had his hands and eyes.
Antonio furrowed his brows. “What? Don’t be foolish, you’ll be safe. No harm will ever come to you, I will see to that personally.”
There was no use in protesting, and Antonio was the boss.
With no had no idea if to laugh or cry, filled with mixed emotions, I knew the day was getting closer to me telling the truth, only I loved what I had. I enjoyed the passion, desire, and the existence I got back since my mamma’s death. I was alive, young, and having a great time being the girl I once was. I loved to laugh, sing, dance, be free and even though I felt safe confided to Antonio’s house, I was safe, happy, and free.
His hand squeezed my knee gaining my attention. I looked at him, his smile radiant and breath-taking.
“Antonio.” He tilted his head to the side to gawp at me. “My name isn’t Layla Vixon.”
He pressed his finger across my mouth. “Shhhh, don’t allow it to worry you,” he said much to my surprise,
“But…” He pressed his finger harder against my lips.
“I don’t care.” He glanced up. “We’re here now let’s go buy some clothes. Hood up.”
The car stopped outside a store I had seen before many years ago with mamma I clenched my eyes shut this was the square where my mamma and Paul had died. I glanced across the square where the car apparently spun and was hit several times. I stared as my papa had brought me here after I had begged him to do so, to give me a place of rest.
Opening the car door I lifted the hood over my head and half covering my face. I climbed out the car, to stand tall and gawped at the spot my mamma and Paul died, my heart shattered into tiny fragments. All those emotions I suffered had returned. My tummy curdled as I think and picture the crash scene I had found on-line; the car was a wreck. The square held a monument close to the city hall, there’s a parking lot for cars with limited time. I sucked in a deep breath and took small steps away from the car towards the square, where my mamma and Paul took their last breaths. I was assured that they never suffered they died on impact. I was lost in my soul, my heart aching. I was about to collapse when I was caught.
