The Vindication Gents

Chapter 2.1

Antonio Romano's POV

It was an exciting day for me and also for my boutique. The most powerful person in Milan was visiting my shop and required my services. It was a wonderful day. I can't thank enough for Lucca Giovanni for coming to my door and asking for the most exclusive wedding package.

Of course, I was a little jealous that he brought his bride with him. She was timid but very good-looking. Even from my trained eyes, I knew she was beautiful. No wonder Lucca Giovanni fell head over heels for her.

"Is everything to your liking, sir?" I asked politely as I sent them to the cake and wine testing. Lucca Giovanni was charming as ever.

"Yes, we have the Black Forest cake and French Champagne," he said as he patted his delicious mouth with the napkin. I put it down on my notepad so that I don’t forget later.

"I would like my bride to do the fitting for her gown," he said as he stood up and offered her his hand for support. She took it. I was angry, but I needed to control my anger. I smiled cheerfully before I ushered his bride to the fitting room.

"Now, Bella, everything is in there. I put it all together for you and you just call if you don't fit in the gown," I said as I ushered my assistants to get some gowns that would fit for a person of her social standing. She nodded before going into the fitting room and trying so many gowns.

Later on, after all the preparation had been done, Lucca Giovanni said goodbye and I did not miss the chance to flirt with him even though he only looked at his bride. I wished someone would look at me the way he looked at her. I sighed before my secretary came to hear the good news.

"Tony, we have someone that applies for your PA position. When would you like to schedule an interview?" Nina said as she looked at me, expecting an answer so that she could email the applicant the details. I sighed as I looked out into the city.

"Next Monday, 10 AM, sharp. Here at the boutique," I said as I was sipping on my tea. I felt tired but the adrenaline rush, doing something that I loved had been long was so much more appealing than taking a break right now.

“Okay, thank you, girls,” I said as I was looking out into the city before my assistants were out of my sight. I needed to get my s**t together. I cannot be such a mess anymore. My headache has been getting worse and I think I have been caused by malnutrition because of it.

That is why I have been looking for a PA. My personal assistant. Someone to take care of me. Someone to remind me of what I should do that day and someone to be there, close to me when I was having a mental break down.

Yeah, I think you were describing a lover, dumbass.

I shook that thought away as I was sipping my tea again. I don’t need a lover. Pfft! What a waste. I would much prefer to be single as much as I can, so that I would be free to do anything that I loved, without string attached.

It was a glorious sight in Milan. I have been living here for more than 5 years. After I did something dramatic, I have been living here and without a care in the world. I was happy and I was not being controlled by someone that they thought could be me.

I scoffed at that thought before I went out of it. I walked back to my table as my laptop was still on and I had a dozen more papers to look at. It was an ordinary order for my boutique, but the elite class of Milan loved my handiwork and my creation. I think I was thinking this way too much.

I needed to f*****g chill out.

I sighed before I was rubbing my face with my hands. My secretary has sent an email to me about the applicant that was applying for my PA position. I should hope that she was a tough cookie because I was a hard one to satisfy, even with a cup of tea.

Christina Dobulski’s POV

Son of a b***h!

I was cursing in my head as I was leaning against the mansion’s walls. I was peering through the hole where I could see some of my bodyguards were roaming the area. I cursed under my breath as I was trying to catch my breath.

It has to be done today because I’m sick of it!

I have to get out. I need to get out. I cannot be controlled anymore by my demanding father and submissive mother. They did not have anything but to let me rot in this mansion.

Hell, I did not even exist in the world!

I sighed as I was leaning against the wall. I have to get out. I got my tickets, my backpack for my necessary things and, of course, some cash that I provoked my brother to give to me as a bet. I smirked at that thought.

Oh, Brother. How gullible you were!

I was still smirking before I heard some of my men talking. I was slumping down on the ground as I was trying to conceal my presence there. I have to get out but I have to pass through them first.

I have to think fast before anything can go wrong. I was looking around me as I was exhaling my breath before I saw something. My smirk plastered on my face before I was crawling on the ground to get it.

Eureka!

Some dummy left the explosives out in the backyard as I was holding a small explosive in my hand. I am smiling like a f*****g clown right now. I had to launch this right away and maybe the guards would be distracted by the explosion going out in the back.

Right now, I just need a lighter. I think I saw one near it.

“Ah hah!” I whispered before I went back to my hiding spot and I saw that some of the guards were coming my way. Well, not for too long.

I flickered the lighter before I lighted up the explosive and threw it near the other explosives. I know what you were thinking. I was an elite family member. Why was I playing with explosives and s**t, right? Well, not everyone was born on a silver plate and it was kind of an accident.

I was getting ready to get out of there before the explosive went off.

Boom!

The guards were running toward the explosion as I was slipping into the shadows of the mansion before I walked out of the compound. It was a great distraction.

“Yes, suck that, dumbass!” I said before I went to get my motorcycle. Again, not my idea of fun for a woman, but what the heck? It’s the 21st century, losers!

I put the keys into the ignition and started the bike. I went to steer the handle as I was ready to get out of this controlled environment. I was holding my helmet when I was looking at the mansion that I have been spending my entire 25 years there.

“So long, home,” I said before I went to put on the helmet and I strapped myself to the motorcycle before I put the gear on and I was out of there. Out of the controlling environment, ready for my next adventure.

I took Route 11 as I was weaving through traffic to get to the airport on time. I had to make sure that I was not being tailed. I was swerving through some of the buildings before I went to park my motorcycle in the secret garage that I had been indulging with my friend, Kiara.

“Well, that took you long enough,” she said as she was looking at me as I took off my helmet and my hair was flowing on my back.

“Well, you know how it is. The bodyguards were strict tonight. I have to create a diversion with something,” I said as I was looking at her. She was arching her eyebrows at me. I shrugged.

“So, are you ready to go for a new adventure of your life?” She asked as I went up to her apartment with her.

“Well, I don’t know. I knew it was only Saturday and I would be leaving tomorrow but I just kept thinking about the email,” I said, as I was shocked to find out that I had got the interview for the PA position for Antonio Romano.

You asked how I know him? Well, I did not. I only know that my father’s goddaughter, a Finnish princess, was a good client of his.

“Well, that would certainly keep you out of your father’s jurisdiction.”

“I hope so,” I said as I flopped myself onto the couch. I was exhausted, to say the least.

“Well, get some rest. You have a big day tomorrow,” Kiara said as she was walking toward me as she put the blanket on the coffee table.

“Night,” I said as I was lying on the couch.

“Night,” Kiara replied, and with that, I was being consumed by darkness.