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I snatch my phone in anger from my bedside table. I type out a message that I have every intention of following through with. I'll sort this out. I'll not have any woman play with me like this.
Me: call me ASAP, or I’ll come over.
I fling the phone onto the table, skeptical she's awake this early. However, once she's up, she'll have to answer me. I'll wait until lunch. No response by then? I will knock on her door.
I toss the blankets aside, huffing in annoyance, and pad barefoot to the kitchen.
The house is quiet, even my staffs are still asleep.
I make a cup of coffee and carry it outside so that I can watch the sunrise.
Something has been bothering me.
What if Seraphina stopped me last night because she knows I'm the heir to my father’s business? Perhaps she knows my family had something to do with her parents’ death. It can’t be the case, though. I have been so selective about what I share with you.
She was asking the other day, though, if I would stay in New York. Was my answer too suggestive? If she had any concerns, she would have surely declined the invitations I sent her to see me after that. No, it can’t be that.
It has to be something else.
As the sun’s rays pierce through the mist and clear the sky, I sit and think about New York. Claiming my rightful place as heir of the New York mafia, the power the position offers me is something very alluring to me.
If I had someone like Kalo by my side, I would have someone I can trust. Would he move to New York if I accept the position? I believe he would. He has never said no to me before.
Rebecca's texts popped up on my phone again. Each message prodded for the same details: my accommodations and flight schedule. I hesitated, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Despite the unexpected warmth I'd felt towards her, trust was currency I wasn't ready to spend—not yet.
"I'm not laying all my cards out, Rebecca," I finally typed, the decision settling in with every tap. "I'll let you know when I've landed."
I could almost hear her calculating response, a mix of frustration and understanding. "Alright, I get the game. Just... be safe, okay?" she replied.
If she truly knew the stakes of the world we were navigating, she'd know better than to press further. Setting down my phone, I couldn't shake the unease of unseen eyes and ears that might await. Trust had to be earned, especially when every shadow could conceal a spy or every room with a hidden camera.
She offered for me to stay at her home, but that is never something I would do. Even if I trusted her. I'm too private. I like my space. And Seraphina is coming with me.
Is she still going to join me on our trip to New York?
My stomach tightens. What if she has changed her mind?
I sit still as the sun reaches higher, beginning to warm my skin.
I'm about to get up and go inside when my phone chimes. Seraphina.
Seraphina: Antonio, I'm sorry about last night.
Relief floods through me.
Me: what happened? Are you ok?
Seraphina: Yes, no, maybe.
She is responding but not telling me what is going on. She needs to explain herself. If she does not tell me, how will we work past this?
Me: Just talk to me. You can tell me - whatever it is. If I did something, tell me.
Seraphina: It's not you. It's me. I guess there was no way for me to keep it from you, anyway.
I can't handle this suspense. She needs to just say it. Whatever It's. I want to reach through the phone and shake her. My fists clench with frustrating it all.
Me: Don’t make me beg to understand what is going on.
