Dark Deeds

03

THE POLICE STATION is as cold as the faces locked behind bars. As I look from criminal to criminal — I wonder what crime incarcerated each one.

I insinuate the worst — from homicide to r**e to whatever wicked idea keeps me awake as Bella and I wait in the reception.

“How much longer do we have to wait for these people?” I question — head in hand. “Ricco murdered that man case closed.”

“It is not that simple Carina,“ Isabella responds. “The forensics team have to collect samples from the crime scene. The IT team have to retrieve the video from the broken phone. The police have to question us and so much more.”

“I know all that but I want to leave. It smells like sweat in here which is odd because it is quite cold. Do people not bath?” I whisper that last part as I scoot closer to Isabella and hold her arm.

“I know and I can feel their stares all over us but we cannot let Ricco escape punishment. That is the reason we are here remember?”

“That is the reason I am here.” I correct. “You are here because you are scared of what Ricco can and will do to you in the case that he is let off scot-free.”

“And you are not scared of him?” She c***s a brow. “You snitched on him and you are his ex. He has more of a reason to harm you than me.”

“Whatever the case let us make sure that he rots in prison.” I tell Isabella before a sick realization dawns on me. “I cannot believe I dated such a person.”

“I can believe it — You have thee absolute worst taste in men.”

“And you have better taste?” I scowl.

She flips her blonde hair aside as she responds. “Of course, I have better taste. Is that not obvious?”

“No?” I state more as a question than an answer. She is about to respond when the flash and click of cameras punctures the air around us. I turn around and see a god of a man.

He is sculpted to perfection from the crown of his chocolate-brown hair to the sole of his feet which lead him into the station. Once the police clear the swarm of paparazzi around him I take in his muscular frame — clad in a black Armani suit.

It acts as a stark contrast to the white pants suit the woman beside him has on. Despite the fact that she has six-inch heels on he towers over her and the rest of the guards around him.

“Oh God.” Isabella remarks as the man takes off his sunglasses. “That is Salvatore LaGuardia.”

I turn to her in seconds. “You know him?”

“Who does not?” Isabella beams.

“I do not know him.” I make a face. Her mouth falls open before she proceeds to provide an explanation.

“You know that tall black tower at the centre of Lovelace Square? He owns that and a lot of other stuff like planes and ships and everything you could think of!”

“He must be rich.” I respond.

“Rich?” Isabella shouts. “He is a multi-billionaire! And he is not even that old. He is 30.”

“Is he married?”

“No one knows. That is how private he is.”

I watch as he converses with the receptionist at the front desk before I turn back to Isabella. “What is he here for?”

“I do not know.” She responds before her brows furrow. “Hold on — What if he is the boss Ricco referred to that time!”

“Oh God. I have to somehow seduce him Isabella. He could be the RIB(RICH ITALIAN BOYFRIEND) I have been BEGGING GOD FOR!” I panic as I fix the loose stands of hair that fluff around me. “How do I look?”

“Normal. Now can we both act like it?” Isabella responds when she notices that her excitement has rubbed off on me. I nod before I put on some Chapstick.

I would hate for him to see me with cracked lips. He would hate it too if he wanted to kiss me.

God I would die to have his luscious lips on mine. I wonder what he tastes like — sweet or sour?

I put the chapstick back in the pursue and smile. The smile becomes even wider when the receptionist calls out our names.

“Carina Gonzalez! Isabella Roberts!” We look at each other — our brows raised in shock. Despite that, we stumble to our feet.

Salvatore and the woman beside him look back at us. In an attempt not to fall over I hold onto Isabella — more so when Salvatore fixed his stare on me.

I cannot stand it — with one look he sets me ablaze and knocks the air out of me. He drinks me up from head to toe until he can take in no more of me.

He turns back to the receptionist and asks a few more questions before Isabella and I reach the front desk.

“These are the witnesses.” The receptionist makes it known. From the corner of MY EYE I catch a scowl from the woman.

She must be the lawyer. She looks the part and acts the part too as she reads some paperwork on the desk.

“This is Officer Smith.” The receptionist informs when a male officer stops in front of us. “He shall escort YOU all to the interrogation room.”

“Follow me.” Officer Smith motions for us to follow him. The lawyer walks ahead of us before Salvatore follows behind.

Isabella and I walk in step with one another.

“I want to talk to him.” I whisper.

“About what?”

“Whatever comes to mind. Wish me luck.” I tell her before I walk a little faster and catch up with Salvatore.

He does not even look to the side at me. All he does is focus on his phone and crease his brows once in a while. I watch him for a second before I make a move.

“Hi.” I smile at him. That is when he looks at me. He furrows his brows in confusion but responds nonetheless.

“Hi?” It comes out as more of a question than an answer. The smile I have on widens. He must think I am mad at this point but I do not care.

All I care about is his attention which I have now. I put it to use. “I am a massive fan of what you do!”

“What do I do?” He c***s a brow.

I do not know what he does all I know is that he owns — “The black tower.”

He creases his brows at me. “I do the black tower?”

“No!” I let out almost as fast as I realize how weird he must think I am. “What I mean is—”

Both his brows are raised now. It makes me nervous and I forget whatever lie I was about to make up.

“What I mean is — I do not know what I mean and neither do I know who you are but I think you are attractive.”

“You think?”

“I-I mean I know you are attractive.”

He chuckles. “What is your name?”

“Carina.” I smile.

“Carina. I am Salvatore LaGuardia. Pleasure.” He smiles back at me as he extends his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine.” I shake his hand. I am about to converse more with him when the other woman calls him.

“Salvatore come here please.” She extends her hand towards him. He takes it and moves from me. I cannot help but feel irritated at the actions of the other woman. I pout as Isabella catches up with me.

“How was he?” Isabella questions.

“He was so nice!” I beam before her mouth falls open.

“Nice? Most people have had the worst encounters with him.”

“I am not most people.” I remind her.

“You should have taken up Journalism instead of IT.” She tells me and I scowl at that.

“I do not like the news and neither do I like to read or write.”

“You do all that in IT but at least you can intern at the black tower.”

“That black tower deals with tech?”

“How do you not know all this?”

“What? I moved here in March.”

“Fine.” She states at the exact moment we stop at a door.