AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You’re right. I would hate to completely lose my shit and do something drastic to you or Uncle Samuel. You two seem to sleep through everything at night.”
She didn’t have a reason to smile anymore. I wasn’t bluffing, I would do it. If she got in my way of finding Eva, I would burn the whole fucking house down with her in it. Grandmother or not. I could dish out threats too. She didn’t know me well enough to antagonize me.
“You really are your mother’s child,” she said softly, picking up her paper again.
I fell into deep contemplation as I drove towards Mateo’s estate that evening.
I didn’t bother using the Cadillac’s high-tech navigation system to point me in the right direction. I knew exactly where I was going.
Every home I managed to catch a glimpse of was ridiculously large.
I imagined my aunt’s little bungalow fitting nicely within one of their garages and still having space for an ample backyard.
They sat marginally far apart, most on the cusp of a hill––hence Remmington Hill Estates. There was no need to worry about your perverted neighbor staring from their bedroom window straight into yours, as I’d had to do for years.
From the road, you could see the silhouette of whichever house you were passing but peering into one was damn near impossible unless you had a pair of binoculars.
If you thought normal people wanted their privacy and security you should see families that specialized in the illegal underworld.
And with that in mind, my thoughts centered again. The closer I got to my destination the tighter my grip grew on the steering wheel.
Not for the first time since getting dressed I wondered what the hell I was doing.
I’d repeatedly told myself this was a terrible idea. I had no idea what Mateo’s true intentions were. I was willingly going into this but I worried I wasn’t ruthless enough for it. I could be a petty psychotic bitch, but I also cried during ASPCA commercials. How immoral would I have to be for a kingpin to fall in love with me?
I rounded a slight bend and coasted towards a pair of large black iron gates sitting between two stone pillared guard shacks.
Slowing down, something beeped on the dash and they simultaneously swung inward, allowing me entry.
“What the hell?” I muttered, trying to figure out what had happened as I rolled forward. It was impossible not to notice the two men who watched closely as I drove past, large guns at the ready if I happened to be a threat.
Slowly inhaling a few breaths and then letting them all back out, I continued my trek up the winding tarmac.
Trees––an abundance of them––had been planted on either side to add an extra layer of privacy.
Finally reaching the circular drive at the top, I parked and took a second to bundle my nerves, unclenching my fingers from the steering wheel.
Peeking through the windshield, my jaw slackened as I took in the stunning Mediterranian style villa before my wide eyes.
The design was superb.
There were large picture windows and a beige stucco exterior. The Mediterranean theme was evident even in the immaculate landscaping.
If I thought my dad would be shitting himself before, he was probably doing figure eights trying to dig his way out of his grave right about now. I could imagine my mother doing backflips of excitement.
This was the last place on earth I should have been.
He definitely wouldn’t approve of me sitting in the driveway of a notorious kingpin.
With a sigh, I looked my reflection over in the mirror. My dark brown eyes stared back at me. I’d gone for a simple look–minimal on the make-up so it didn’t look as if I was trying too hard, and pinned my hair back in a simple half-up-up-half-down style.
“Now or never,” I told myself, looping the chain of my clutch across my shoulders before getting out of the car.
It was just as hot as it had been the previous day, if not hotter, but being up so high made the air seem cooler.
Seeing no one else was around, I began walking towards the front double-doors. Stepping through a stone archway, I raised a fist to knock. Before it could fully connect with the stained glass panel the right door swung inward, revealing an older man with dark blonde hair dressed in simple formal wear.
“Miss Rias,” he greeted politely, gesturing for me to come inside.
