"Oh, shut it, Theodore Maxwell," I heard my wife chuckle on the other side of the phone, making me smile a little. I shut my laptop and leaned against the leader chair, focusing my attention only on her.
"Full name basis now, are we?" I tease and I can only imagine her rolling her eyes. "Come on, baby. I have nothing else to do. I'm not busy. You could come here." I heard her sigh.
"First, stop calling me baby, and second, I know you have tons of papers on your table there –" I look at the desk in front of me and grimace. She's not wrong. "– and third, I can't really go there and besides, it's only the first day that I'm not with you."
"Baby, we've been married for almost two years and yet, you still don't want me calling you baby – which I always did every time by the way and I'm not really busy, I promise but if you can't really come I understand," I said softly. A knock suddenly sounded outside my office. I cover the speaker of my phone and mask all the emotions on my face and speak in a gruff voice.
"Come in." My assistant Daniel Shaw walked in with his head down and a brown folder in his hand. He stopped in front of me.
"Sir," I just nod, telling him to continue. "I finally found you a suitable secretary. She's good at both." When he said both, it means the office work and the mafia work. But something he said caught my attention.
"She?" He nods and opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt him. "A girl? Do you think that a girl can do underground stuff? She will not survive in that kind of work." I clench my jaw. How stupid. "Find another and I expect that you will hire a man this time and make sure that it's serious and can be trusted. You can leave." He nodded and left the brown folder on my table before scurrying away. I sigh and was about to throw the folder in the trash when I remembered something. My eyes widened. f**k, my wife! I quickly bring the phone close to my ear.
"Baby?" I whispered, a little nervous. Damn, she's the only one that can make me feel this way. Her sarcastic voice suddenly welcomed my hearing.
"Not busy, huh?" I sigh and rub my temple. Damn it! I shouldn't have let Daniel enter my office. Now, she really doesn't want to come here. Great! I thought, sarcastically.
"I could turn them down for you. Just come here, baby. I miss you so goddamn much." I heard her scoff and there's a shutting sound on the other side of the line. A frown suddenly takes over my features. "Wait, where are you?"
"Theo, we just saw each other this morning and I'm in the garage." My face instantly lit up. "But no, honey, I'm not going to the company." She snickers and I feel my face fall.
"Then, where are you going? And where's your driver?" My face darkens. "Parris, where are the guards that I assign to come with you? Are you forgetting that it's very dangerous outside?" Heck, even if she's inside the house it's still dangerous. That's why I assign guards to protect her.
"No, I am not forgetting that and…" She sighs in frustration. "Okay, fine. I'll take two guards with me." I frown.
"Only two? No, I won't allow you. Take fifteen." I said seriously and I heard her groan.
"Theo, you already make sure that I can protect myself. I don't need that many guards around me and that would really look more suspicious and weird." I sigh in exaggeration and roll my eyes.
"Okay, bring ten,"
"Four," She argued.
"Five, Theo I swear if you added more, I really swear to not talk to you for a week. No cuddles, no kisses, no hugs, and no touch. Take it or leave it." Fvck! She got me. I sighed. The thought of her not talking to me is enough to make me go insane and now there's no touching as well? I shook my head.
"Okay, I'll take it. But please baby, promise me that you'll be fine and you'll take care of yourself. I know I'm being paranoid when I'm not with you but please understand it. I can't lose you." I almost plead.
"Of course, honey. I'm your wife after all. So, if they feared Mr. Maxwell, then, they should be terrified of Mrs. Maxwell. Am I right?" She said, sounding very proud of herself and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Yeah, they should. If you can make the most feared mafia boss go down and beg on his knees, then they should be really terrified of you." She laughs and as always, it sounds like music to my ears. I love making my wife laugh. I love making her happy.
"I love you," I said softly. My eyes are traveling to the picture of us that's on my table. We are standing in front of the Eiffel tower with my arms wrapped around her waist and my head on her shoulder, kissing the crook of her neck. She had a wide smile on her face and she's holding my arms that's wrapped around her waist and she's looking at me… lovingly.
"I love you too," She whispered. "Okay, I will hang up now."
"Wait! Where are you going by the way?" I asked the question that's been bugging me.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. I'm going to meet a friend. She's my childhood best friend and she's a chef now. I'll meet her at her restaurant two and a half hours away from the company. She still doesn't know that I'm already married because she's been living in Sydney so I plan to tell her and we'll probably just catch up with each other."
I sigh. "It looks like I can't change your mind anymore. Just take care, okay? And please, baby, I want to see you when I get home tonight, and please don't forget to take the guards with you."
"Aye, aye, captain!" I chuckle.
"I love you."
"I love you too," Then, she hung up.
And I never thought in my entire life that that would be the last time that I've ever heard her voice again. Those four words always haunt me in my sleep because only one and a half hours after she hung up, I received a call saying that she's gone. Not gone for a few days, not for a few hours but gone forever.
They told me that the car my wife was in was hit by a delivery truck and it fell on a bridge. But I knew better, so I dug more into the accident and found out that the five guards that's with her were shot and my wife was burned before falling on that bridge.
And on that day, my wife died and I swear to all the demons and fuckers in this world that I will do everything to make the people who're behind the accident that caused my wife's death pay. They will experience hell and back and I will enjoy every second of it.