To hell with Camilla and her shitty desserts! I'm rich! Ruby screamed in her head, not wanting to draw attention to herself.
Who is this guy to just sign away a hundred thousand dollars for appreciation? She fumbled with his business card and typed his name on the search engine, “Whoa, that was Alessandro Morano?" She palmed her mouth. “The head of the Morano mafia family? Shit! He's got serious money. Sounds like my perfect man.
“Shopping time!” She squealed and took an exotic ride to a designer shop.
When she got there, she didn't waste any time, and she called Alessandro, and after four rings, he picked up the phone.
“It is Ruby, the lady from earlier today.”
“Oh, Ruby,” he replied, “by the way, that cupcake of yours is amazing," he complimented, and Jax, who was still by his side munching on the cupcake, agreed with a thumbs up.
“I'm glad you like it,” she said, sipping on the wine she was served. “I just wanted to tell you that I didn't save you that night because of money. I saved you because of you.”
Alessandro's face squeezed to a grimace. “Because of me?” He intoned.
“Yes, because of you. You see, I've been crushing on you since the party.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, listen, my birthday is coming up, and I was thinking, how about we celebrate it together?” Ruby suggested, and Alessandro scratched his head.
“I'm quite busy right now. Can I think this over?” He asked.
“Yeah, you can. Call me anytime, day or night,” Ruby purred, and he cut the call. Alessandro Morano, that big, fat check isn't going to cut it. Your family's fortune will be mine someday, Ruby thought.
She left the designer store with bags in hand and took another exotic ride to have lunch when she got a call from Camilla.
“Hello, Ruby, I hope you are fine. The customer has not yet received her orders,” Camilla said, her voice laced with worry.
Ruby snorted, “It's because I quit.”
Camilla stood rooted to the spot, her entire body frozen in a state of utter disbelief. “Wait. What? But you own part of the business,” Camilla reasoned.
“Then BUY. ME. OUT!” Ruby yelled.
“Buy you out? How? You know I don't have that kind of cash lying around.”
“Figure it out. I'm not going to be stuck making pancakes with you forever, bitch.” Ruby ended the call. Camilla's heart felt like a deflated balloon as she stared at the cake in front of her, a wave of sadness washing over her.
The door chime signaled the entrance of a customer; despite the heaviness in her chest, her lips automatically curled into a big smile to make her customers feel welcomed. She couldn't afford to lose a sale. Not at this point.
The face that greeted her made her smile widen. She could bet that her lips touched her ear. O M G, he was a Greek God!
He strode into the room in his tailored suit, paired with a pair of sleek sunglasses; he exuded an air of refined confidence. His tall stature and perfectly styled black hair completed the picture of a man who seemed to have stepped out of a magazine. Every movement, from the way he adjusted his cufflinks to the deliberate tilt of his head, was a calculated display of effortless charm. His presence, magnetic.
Shit! If “hottie” was a person. Oh gosh, why am I staring at him like that? The poor man might think I want to eat him. I'm acting like a creep!
“Ah, what can I get you, sir?” Camilla tried to steady her voice, not wanting to make the situation awkward.
“Get me one of those cupcakes and a black coffee,” His hazel eyes raked over the shop.
“You have great taste.” Camilla praised, “A heavenly piece of cupcake coming right up.” She joked.
The door chime rang again, and she raised her head with a smile again, but her smile disappeared as soon as it appeared when she saw three goons from Donatello's walk in.
“Hello, cake bitch!” Their ringleader mouthed, “Got that protection money?”
“I have not raised the money yet; everything is a mess. My partner just left the business.” Camilla’s voice took on a pleading tone.
“I don't give a shit what's going on.” He shrugged, “I just want my money. Pay up now!” He uttered, his voice taking on a sharp edge to it, and Camilla's hands began to tremble.
“I have plenty of cupcakes; would you take that instead?” She asked, offering him a basket of cupcakes, and he dashed them to the floor with his left hand.
“No, I don't want your dog food,” he slammed his fists on the counter, and Camilla jerked back.
Alessandro was sitting on the chair with a clenched jaw, his fists curled into a ball.
“I should be paying someone to protect me from you,” Camilla spoke with feeble courage, “and if you keep harassing me, I'll… I'll call the police,” she stuttered.
The goons looked at each other and burst into laughter. “Uh, she will call the police on us. I'm so scared. Who will save me?” He mimicked her voice in mockery, “CRAP, you think we don't have the police on our payroll? Just tell me, how stupid are you?”
With Alessandro's legs still crossed, he muttered in a low, menacing tone, “I suggest you show the lady a little bit of respect.”
The leader of the trio whirled around to see him. “Are you stupid too or something?” the leader asked, walking towards him with a sour look. “GET OUT!” he shouted, and a small smirk crept to the side of Alessandro's lips.
Camilla walked around the counter and stood between Alessandro and the hoodlum. “Pick on me all you want, but leave him out of this.” She pointed at Alessandro, “He is my customer.”
“Ah!” She yelped when the leader of the trio snagged her necklace from her neck and threw it to the floor.
The leader chuckled and leaned closer to her, “This girl has got guts,” he said, and Camilla shifted her face away from his mouth. His breath reeked of cheap liquor and cigarettes.
“You are also pretty as well. He grabbed her and pulled her body against himself. “I hope you don't mind paying with your body, sweetheart. With that, you won't need to pay your dues for a very long time..." Before he could finish his sentence, Alessandro sent a sharp right hook flying his way, and he staggered away from Camilla.
When he touched his nose and felt blood, he rushed towards his attacker, and in one swift motion, Alex jumped and landed a devastating kick to his head, and he fell to the floor with a thud.
The other goons flew in his direction, and, in a series of fluid, well-practiced punches and kicks, Alex left them dizzy with pain without any of them laying a hand on him.
He strode to Camilla, “Are you okay?” he asked, and Camilla's eyes widened when she saw the leader behind him, “Look out!” She screamed, and Alex dodged the punch and sent a dashing elbow to his nose, and the goon fell to the floor, reeling with pain. He got up almost immediately when Alessandro made an attempt to walk to him, and they all scampered away from the restaurant with their tails between their legs.
“This isn't over; the Donatello's will be back for you,” the leader threatened, palming his nose, and both of them laughed, the goons' wake punctuated by the door chime.
He straightened his suit when they left and walked to her.
Camilla felt butterflies in her belly at her knight in shining armor. He took on every one of them without much of a scratch. Even his eyeglasses were intact. Just that his knuckles were bloody.
“Are you okay?” He asked and she saw the warmth in his eyes.
“I am. Thanks to you,” she said, and he nodded, “I wish I had your moves. I'd have easily dealt with them.”
“Yeah, I don't doubt it.” He picked up her necklace. “Hey, I'm sorry about your necklace.”
She picked up the broom and packer. “Don't worry about them,” she said. It's fake anyway.” She started to clean the mess, and he strutted to her.
“Let me help with that,” he offered, and she shook her head.
“That's very nice of you, but you don't have to. I'll handle it.”
A sugary tremor swept down her spine when she felt his cold palm on hers. “I caused part of the mess too; you should let me do it.” He took the packer from her.
“Okay,” she let off the leash, allowing him to help her clean.
“You might want to buy all the cupcakes you can now. I'm shutting down the business.” She informed him.
“What? Why?” He asked.
“My partner left. I can't buy her out, plus I have picked off a mafia gang too; there is no point.” She explained, hopelessness eating at her.
“Do you like being a pastry chef?” Alex asked, looking at her with keen interest.
“Yeah. My grandma taught me everything I know. When I'm in the kitchen, it feels like all my worries are gone.” She told him, smiling as she recalled her memories with her grandma.
“So they are like magic pancakes?” He asked, finishing up with the cleaning.
“Sort of. It seems like the magic ran out today.” She heaved a sigh and took a seat, elbows planted on the table, fists under her jaws.
Alex kept the broom and packer. “What if I invest in this place? Would it change things?” He asked as he took a seat beside her, and her heart flipped in her chest.
“I don't understand. Why? Why would you want to?” She queried him in bewilderment.
He took away his sunshade, and she felt her stomach drop, a sinking sensation that left her momentarily light-headed. She blinked rapidly as if trying to shake the vision before her eyes that couldn't be real. This was the man she saved the other night.
“It's you?” She finally spoke.
“Yes, it's me.” He said with a shrug.
“How is your wound?” She asked him, and he looked at his blood-stained knuckles.
“Oh, my knuckles?" He smiled and shook his head, "It's not my blood; don't worry about that. So, what about the investment?” He circled back to the main topic.
“I just don't understand why you would want to invest in the business.” She told him, and he looked at her in contemplation.
“There is this girl; she saved my life; she introduced me to this place; that's why I'm here.” He informed her, and she felt her chest heavy.
Another woman? He doesn't recognise me. She finally realised.
“Thanks for your help. No one has ever stood up for me. You are a good person.” Camilla thanked him again.
***
“That's the first time anyone has ever called me that,” he responded, fiddling with his pen and checkbook. He got a waft of her perfume again and knew that it was definitely the same perfume the girl who saved him wore that night.
“It's true, not like those fucking mafia scums, the Donatello's, or even worse, the Moranos.” She snorted, and Alessandro's eyes widened for a hot minute before he masked his face with indifference.
“Yeah, those damn mafia people.” He said writing the check, and when he was done, he offered it to her, and she took it, and her eyes almost fell out of their sockets when she saw the amount.
“But my entire business is not even worth that,” she hesitated, and he chortled.
“Well, it will be from today. I'm officially an investor.” He announced to her, and she shook her head.
“Why do you want to help me? Who are you?” She asked for clarification.
“My name is Alessandro…” Oh snap, she doesn't like mafias; his eyes scanned the kitchen, and he saw some cookies, “Alessandro Cookies.”
“Really? Alessandro Cookies? How about ice cream?” She joked.
“That's funny.”
“Are you sure about this?” She asked again, praying this was not a prank.
“I have already made up my mind. I'm in the moment where you take the check.” He said, bringing his hand closer to her.
“Can't back down now.” She slipped the check out of his hands.
“I won't go back on my word,” he said, putting his chequebook and pen inside his pocket, “unless it is to write a bigger check.”
“Well, I promise to make your investment worth it,” Camilla offered him a handshake, and he shook it.
The door chime rang, and Jax, Alessandro's bodyguard, walked in. “Don Morano.”
“Don Morano,” Jax called, entering the bakery. Alessandro instantly felt hot. He saw Camilla raise a suspicious eyebrow. “Wasn’t he calling you?” Camilla asked warily.“Me? Hell no!” Alessandro exclaimed, with wide eyes. “My name is Alessandro Cookies,” he laughed awkwardly, hoping not to blow his cover. “Hey, did you call me?” he asked Jax with narrowed eyes.Jax, sharp witted, caught the cue, “Oh, I’m sorry about that, sir,” Jax corrected himself,“I just spoke to my old friend, Morano, and it slipped out of my mouth.”Alessandro shrugged, “See? I knew it was a tongue slip.” He lied and Camilla nodded slowly and turned to her phone. Alessandro excused himself and walked to Jax with Camilla eyeing them cautiously.“It is very important. Our men were..." Jax started, but Alessandro cut him off.“We will deal with this later. Just act normal for now and talk about the dinner reservation I have with Ruby,” Alessandro replied quickly. Jax nodded, and he went back to Camilla.“I had him
“You noticed I changed my perfume,” Ruby said warily, not sure where the conversation was going. It's been a long while since she changed her perfume."Of course, I did,” Alessandro replied with a confident smile. “This is not the scent you wore on the night we first met, and I must say, I loved that scent. You smelt like heaven.”It dawned on Ruby that he was talking about Camilla, and in as much as she wanted to frown, her face revealed a toothy grin. “Thank you so much for the compliment. Maybe I should wear it more often.”“Yeah. You should wear that every day. Not that the one you are wearing is bad, but that one is better.” He explained, “The lady at the bakery seems to be wearing the same scent that you wore that night.”“Yeah, I recommended the perfume to her. Just like you, she likes the perfume and asked me about it.”“What’s the perfume's name, and who made it?”Ruby swallowed. This was going to be much harder than she thought.“Uh, Magic…” she drawled. She wore a blank face,
Camilla waited in her pastry shop. Two customers had dropped by, and she had attended to them. She had already hired workers online, and they would arrive very soon.The new delivery guys were the first to arrive. They were two of them, hired to take the pastries to customers who wanted them delivered. It was a great upgrade to the business. The setting up of the shop had been done online, and she was expecting a great turnout today.Since it was all agreed upon, the delivery guys took their position, and when they were needed, Camilla called on them. Sales were good as expected, and both delivery guys drove out a long distance for delivery. It was during this period that the last hired worker arrived. Camilla had interviewed him online, and she would be meeting Allen for the first time.According to his bio, which Camilla read, Allen dropped out of college due to an inability to pay his school fees. He was two years older than her. His parents died in a ghastly accident in his second
The thugs moved swiftly at their leader’s order. They began to smash things all over. Camilla was shocked to see her new property being destroyed. Things got messier when one of the customers was being beaten. Others laid down flat and surrendered. The door was closed to the pastry shop, making it hard to escape, and those outside couldn’t help out. If anyone went against the Donatello family, his or her family would be killed. People knew this unwritten rule, and they took their eyes off this injustice. All the police chiefs in the region knew this as well, and they never answered complaints involving the Donatello family.The thugs knew their order, and it was to disrupt the public. They broke all the windows and every other valuable thing. Allen knew this couldn’t continue, and he summoned courage. Only one thug blocked the door leading outside. Allen rushed there and pushed the thug away. He opened the door quickly, but the thugs came at him.He held down the first and second thu
Alessandro looked closely at both Ruby and Camilla. They were two women whom he knew and had a sort of connection with. This connection wasn't ordinary. He knew Ruby had been Camilla’s customer since he met her in front of the bakery the other day.However, he wasn’t expecting to see Ruby with Camilla there when her pastry shop had suffered an attack from thugs.Ruby was the same way. She stood up properly and glanced at Alessandro with her heart pounding hard. She began to think of a suitable explanation, but she knew the implication if Camilla contradicted her."Alessandro,” Ruby hurled in a deep breath.“What are you doing here, Ruby?” Alessandro asked quickly.Camilla stood up and looked at both of them, curiosity swimming in her eyes. She was surprised to know that both of them knew each other.“I… I was, uh,” Ruby stammered. “I was passing by, and I saw the mess, and I had to stop by and comfort her. She looked down and, you know, I can’t stand a depressed person.”Camilla looked
He ended the call with Jax and returned to the restaurant. The ladies stopped talking the moment he came in. Camilla looked calmer than before, so he didn’t bother her. He had to solve things now.“I will have a company come over and sort these things out. You should go home for today, and we will take things from here,” Alessandro offered. Camilla didn’t want him to spend more on her, and she decided to reject him.“No, it’s fine,” Camilla replied. “You did enough with your investment. This should be done. I will clean up the mess, and I will sort myself out. I can’t thank you enough, though.”Alessandro sighed and moved closer to Camilla. He could sense what she was thinking, and he held her hands. Ruby thought she would have a cardiac arrest at this point. She knew Camilla would take Alessandro from her if care wasn’t taken. She had to do something about this.“I know what you are thinking right now,” Alessandro told her calmly. “You must think I shouldn’t be burdened. I would thin
“Don’t bother,” Alessandro said, before Jax used the truth serum. “This is a visible case already, and I do not wish to waste any resources on a truth that is clear to the human eye. The Donatello family had already declared war on my family, and they took their first step already. This is not their first act of terror, but I will use this to declare mine. I will no longer allow them to trample upon me.”“As it should be, boss,” Jax raised his head. He was looking so angry at this moment. Alessandro heaved a sigh and looked at the thugs.“Do away with them!” Alessandro ordered. He went outside while Jax got his gun. He shot every single one of them dead and strode outside to see Alessandro outside.“You have changed, boss,” Jax said carefully. He had been thinking about this for a while, and he ended up raising the topic. “If it was the formal part of you, you would kill those thugs with your own hands. Now, you have gotten too soft. Is it because you have gotten a woman under your sk
Ruby found herself tied against the pole. Some men were walking around, and they paid no attention to her. All she remembered was walking on the road. All of a sudden, she had men behind her, and she felt a handkerchief covering her nose. The rest was blurry. She fell unconscious, and she woke up in this hellish factory.Ruby looked around and tried to see if she would see any familiar features. However, she saw none. She had never been to such a place in her life. One of the men came near her and started to lick his lips.“She is beautiful enough. It is a pity she will need to be killed,” the man said and began to laugh after.“I still think we should ask the boss when he gets back for her. We should all taste what she has got underneath before she is killed. If we don’t take that much, it will be a waste for a lady with such beautiful skin. At least she should enjoy us as well on her way to hell,” another man commented. Most of them began to laugh hard now. Ruby’s heart was pounding
After finishing my meeting with the board of directors of the company I just bought, I called Camilla but she was not picking my calls. That was quite unusual. I called her about five more times but she still didn't pick up. Maybe she was swamped by work. I went back to the mansion after the meeting. After undressing and putting on something more simple I walked straight to my study to do more work. As I sat on the swivel chair in my study I checked my phone.I had missed calls from Santino. He must have been calling to plead for the release of his father and uncle but that is one of the last things I cared about at this moment. I'll make him suffer for his sins. I called Camilla back and she still didn't pick up.I decided to do some work before calling her again. After about one hour of working, I tried her number again. And this time it was not going through at all. I grew restless and worried, so I drove down to the bakery myself. Once I walked in, the store was brewing with a l
It has been four days since we opened the bakery. I had about a hundred thousand dollars sitting pretty in my bank account. Even though the money still belonged to Alessandro I couldn't help the feeling of pride that swelled within me at having that amount of money in my account. The same person who barely had a thousand dollars to her name eight months ago now has about fifty five thousand dollars which Is mine and a total of a hundred thousand dollars in my account. That is growth in my definition. I dreamt sweet dreams with these thoughts in my head. I woke up the next day feeling so fly and happy. Who says money doesn't buy happiness? I felt as though I could buy the world with just fifty five thousand dollars in my name. And people say that money doesn't buy happiness. What would happen when I have a million dollars to my name? I might as well walk on water.I stood from my bed. I put on the sound system and connected it to my phone and began to play music.I swayed my body f
CAMILLA'S POV“Ruby?” I answered with wide eyes.“What is she doing here?” Alessandro asked the question that was in my mind.“I don't know if she had mentioned that she had something to tell me. I guess that's why she is here.” I explained to Alessandro and I saw a frown crease his face. His face became suddenly distant. “Please let her in.” I told clara who immediately left the office. Probably not wanting to be tagged as a gossip, but it was people most likely like her were the greatest gossips of all time.“Why do you look so annoyed? you obviously don't want to see her, what did she do?”“Nothing really.” he shrugged, “I'm just no5 fond of her anymore.”“Does she still stay at your house?” I asked my eyes swimming in curiosity and he grimaced at me.“Gossip,” he teased and inlaughed “Oh please, Alessandro, just tell me. Why are you eating like a Saint now as though you don't ask me personal questions about people too. And by the way this is just my first time.”“I'm just doing
CHAPTER 98CAMILLA POVI winced, snuggling more into the soft pillow. My hands flew to my head immediately when I felt a sharp headache from hell. My head was throbbing so much as though there were invincible hands pressing my head together to squish out juice from it.Even with my heavy eyelid closed I could feel the full sunlight filtering through the curtains into the apartment. The apartment?How did I get to the apartment? I was at the club. Then I left with someone… Jeez. WHO THE HELL DID I LEAVE WITH??The question forced my heavy eyelids Open, sitting up immediately and backing myself against the headboard. I felt a presence beside me and when I looked I saw Alessandro and immediately a sudden calm settled around like a cold blanket of warmth. I hurled in a deep breath, slowly closing my eyes and opening it to catch myself. “Thank God, I wasn't picked up by some psycho.” I looked down at myself and a gasp escaped my lips when I realized I was wearing one of my night wears. Ho
CAMILLA'S POVTears slipped from my eyes immediately as the elevator shut against Alessandro and I let myself collapse to the floor of the elevator as it descended. The cold of the metal floor seeping through my dress, a mirror to the cold world we live in.Loneliness clothed me like a thick cloth. With no one to rest my shoulder and cry on except the one I couldn't let myself go to. He was my only true ally. Ruby was too busy plotting new tricks, and my mother doesn't give a rat's ass if I was dead or alive. Alone. Maybe I was a true workaholic, like Ruby always said. How can a full-grown woman like me not have friends? Could it have been because I didn't go to college?The ding of the elevator pulled me out of my daydream, and I scrambled to my feet immediately so I didn't leave the security personnel wondering if I was mentally stable.Once the elevator opened fully, I trudged out of the elevator into the hallway, where a few couples were dining and laughing. I looked at the main d
“I'm faring well,” she swirled the wine in her glass with fidgety hands. “What about you?”“Bad.” I said, leaning in to the table, and saw her face go blank. She might decide to hide her feelings, but I'm not about to hide mine.“May I know why?” She asked, setting her glass on the table after taking a sip.“Because I missed you.” I told her and saw surprise splash across her face before she masked it in careful indifference.“How did the advertisement for the bakery go?” she asked carefully, and I leaned back on my chair.“Yes, I'm done with it.” I said, taking a quick gulp of my wine to lubricate my dry throat, “We can open tomorrow and start preparing for the next few days and weeks because it will be such an intense period of growth.”“You are so confident in your strategies.” She said, and I smiled, looking up at the dazzling star-filled sky and inhaling a deep breath.“Of course. I have been doing this for years, so I kind of have a knack for things like this. I already know how
ALESSANDRO'S POVWith slouched shoulders, I left the room. With clenched fists I trudged towards the elevator. In as much as my chest weighed heavily with pain, there was a gentle rustling of inner peace I got because I showed her the only skeleton in my cupboard. Maybe I should have told her from the onset and then maybe dhr could have forgiven me since… but now?I just hope she finds a place in her heart to forgive me. I know it is not going to be easy, but I'll wait if I have to. And it would be worth all the waiting. The elevator dinged as we got to the ground floorI entered my car and my driver drove me back to the mansion. The drive to the mansion was a blur, completely consumed by the thoughts of how to amend Camilla's trust in me.Soon we were at the mansion and as soon as I got down from the car, I saw the rugged, burly profile of Jax, who immediately stood at attention, saluting me immediately he saw me. I saluted him back with a smile and he went at ease.“You are Welcome
Another hot tear slipped from my face and I shook my head, “No you have not.” I whispered in a broken voice.“I have never failed you, and I'll not start now. I'll stand with you till the end.” he promised me wiping my tears with his thumb and that only caused more tears to stream from my eyes. A dilemma. Trust the man I've grown to love or trust history that has rarely failed in replicating itself. Could there be a chance that we are the minute one percent that might survive this together?“I'll protect you with my life.” He said in a firm voice and I didn't even have an iota of doubt. I remembered the day he took a bullet for me. Maybe he could protect me.“Alessandro, you need to give me time to think this through.”He drew in a deep breath,“OK. I'll be waiting for your answer.”“Can I go now?” I asked again knowing he would most likely block my path again if I moved.“No. Not yet. I'm currently working on brand awareness and advertising at the bakery before we could open it again.
CAMILLA'S POVAlessandro's face suddenly lost colour when I asked about what he had wanted to tell me. This must be very serious.“Please sit down.” Alessandro gestured that I sit on the three-seater white sofa in the living room. Wary, I sat down carefully and saw a bead of sweat on his forehead as he sat beside me. What was wrong? Why is Alessandro so nervous? That was very unlike him.“I don't know how you are going to take this… but,” Alessandro began speaking in a low voice, “I want you to know that I am very sorry and I didn't plan to hold onto this for long. Please forgive me.” He went down on his knees and I gasped.“Alessandro, you are scaring me. Get up please!” I raised him to his feet but he resisted, “Tell me what is wrong.” I begged.He dragged in a deep breath and spoke, “I'm a mafia.” And I subconsciously Jerked back. His statement ringing like th4 Big Ben in my ear.“What did you say?” I asked again with wide eyes. I couldn't have heard what I heard. There must have b