When did He get Here
1280 Words
Alexander, not good at expressing his feelings felt bad when he was turned down by Isabella earlier.
He was not going to give up.
Getting to his room he picks up a framed photo.
The framed photo contains a picture of Isabella at a field smiling.
He rubs the picture with his palms.
You are mine. No one will take you away from me.
His thoughts as he rubbed the picture continuously. There was no way he was going to let her go. Not when the moment of making her his is right in front of him.
He has some work to do.
Picking up his phone, he dials a number.
“Is everything set?” He asks
“Yes Don” he hangs up.
He is to be asleep this moment, but then again being a Mafia is part of him. He picks up his jacket and walks out of his room.
He walk out of the house and the security had already brought one of his cars.
He takes the key from him and gets into his car.
There was no way Alexander was going out of the house by this time of the night.
Isabella looks outside her room window and sees Alexander zooming off.
She decides that this is none of her business.
Alexander comes out of his car and walks straight to the warehouse. His boys were all there, waiting for him.
They all bow down and greet him. He waves his hands at them.
A man in his forties is tied to the chair.
His blue shirt was stained with his own blood. The room smelt like rusty iron.
He folds his long sleeve up a bit and rolls his rings round his fingers.
Massaging his neck he walks up to the guy on the chair.
“What happened to my shipment?” Alexander asks the already bleeding man.
“I…I..” the man tries to speak up.
His mouth starts to fill up with his own blood.
“Argggg” he groans in pain.
Blood splashing out from his mouth.
He knows this is going to be a very terrifying experience and prays he gets out of it alive.
He had never for once heard about anyone in Vandis who crossed Alexander's bad side and came out of it alive.
He was indeed terrified.
“You know…” Alexander says and pauses, using his left hand, he adjusts his collar.
He throws another punch on the man.
He coughs out blood again. This time more than he had. The man was completely soaked in his own blood and could feel his life slipping right through his eyes.
“It was ...stolen” the man managed to say. Though his voice could not be heard before he passed out.
Xander, Alexander’s consiglier, hands him a handkerchief which he uses to wipe off whatever he has gotten while in contact with the man.
“Make sure you all find out the situation of my shipment and retrieve it” Alexander says as he hands over the handkerchief back to Xander.
“Yes Don” the boys all day in unison and bow.
Xander was so sure that Alexander seemed to be in his best mood. He knew Alexander has never spared anyone who messes around with his shipment.
This man alive was still a surprise to him.
He follows Alexander to his office inside of the building and gives him some files.
Alexander looks through the files thoroughly and a small smile appears on his lips.
“Good job Xander” he compliments.
“Any other suspicious activities within the circle let me know” he says
“I will leave the rest of the work for you tonight.” He rests his head on the table for a while and sleeps off.
Isabella has been quiet up for some time since she saw Alexander leave.
What was he up to?
She thought to herself.
He had left in such a hurry and is yet to return.
She hears a slight knock on her door.
“Come in”
Ms. Lowell walks in.
“Mr. Deluca won't be back tonight. He went to work” Ms. Lowell tells her.
Alexander had told Ms. Lowell to let his wife know that he won't be back till morning.
“Okay. Thank you” Isabella replies.
Ms. Lowell bows and leaves the room.
Isabella lay on the mattress and covered herself with the duvet. She needed to go to work tomorrow.
She works as a waitress in one of the restaurants opposite her father's company.
They never let her in on anything that happens or happened in the company. It was as if they had made up their mind to really abandon her. Most especially her father. She was very much disappointed. Though already disappointed in him the very first home he brought his mistress and their daughter in immediately after her mother's death.
She refuses to let it affect her so much and goes on with her daily activities as she is already used to it.
Without much thinking she closes her eyes and tries to sleep.
Few minutes had passed into midnight and Isabella was yet to sleep. It seemed like she was too alert. She got up from the bed and headed outside her room.
She was tasty.
She goes straight to the dining room and then to the kitchen to get a bottle of water.
She opens the fridge and takes out a bottle. The whole house seemed to be dark as few lights were the only one left on.
She had started drinking the water when she suddenly felt a large hand wrap around her waist.
When did he get home?
She asks in her mind.
She stops drinking her water and drops it on the counter. He relaxes his body behind her and hugs her tightly.
“Stop” she demands in her low voice trying to pull him away from her.
He dips his head into her shoulder like he did before as she struggles.
She suddenly turns around and give him a slap.
“I said Stop” she says
He smirks and pins her immediately to the table.
“You know?” He pauses. Looking at her eyes in the dark
Isabella gulps in her saliva.
“No one has slapped me like you did before?”
And she turns her head away.
He pulls her harder by her waist and tries to kiss her again.
Rejecting me again.
He did not like this reaction he was getting from her.
He wondered what the reason was for making her this hostile towards him.
Probably because he was rushing things and she did not see a reason to trust him.
Alexander was not giving up on her, of course he will try again tomorrow.
He smirks and leaves her at the table and heads back to his room
Isabella is damn sure that something is wrong with Alexander. Because she does not get the reason why he is trying to get this close to her.
She did not even realize when he stepped in probably because she was too deep in her thoughts.
She picked up the bottle that had the remaining water in it and headed back to her room.
She lays back on her bed and covers herself up and closes her eyes.
Alexander could not wait to get back home. He had rushed over, immediately he was done in the warehouse. He has told Xander to handle the rest.
He at least needed to see or feel Isabella before going to bed. He just cannot stop himself.
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