Venice

"Come with me immediately," he said coldly, sending shivers down her spine. Despite her disbelief, she was forced to accompany him.

She had to go with her, even though she was in disbelief. When they both reached outside, a limo was waiting for them, pulled up alongside the spacious entrance. 

"Get into the car and do not argue with me. I am not in the mood for it." 

Amira's jaw dropped, and the sight of Brenda caught her attention. She brought luggage, which was kept in the trunk of an SUV behind the limousine. Amira was angry and did not know what to say or do. Why was he forcing her to do things she had no desire to do? She had no choice but to surrender. She walked in, tears in her eyes, and sat in the chair opposite him.

"Sit beside me," he ordered, and Amira, who was pretending to be a good girl, gave in. After setting everything, the car began to move, accompanied by soft music to complement its silence.

It was already sunset when they arrived at the airport. The bodyguard opened the door, and Andrea glanced at Amira, who had already fallen asleep. He took a moment to look at her face and noticed how calm she was at the time. He had wished she had been like that for quite some time, but her rebellious attitude was a hindrance.

Andrea took a deep breath and carried her in his arms as he exited the limousine. And with that, his private jet was already packed, as were the stairs they would need to climb. 

"Boss, the maid you asked to come along, is she coming with you or is she following some of them back?" Rex inquired.

"She is coming with us; otherwise, there would be no reason for her to come in the first place." Andrea replied coldly, holding a sleepy Amira in his arms, surprised by how light she felt. Brenda looked surprised when she realized she was going with them. She never expected him to want her to follow them, and for what reason?

But who wants to pass up this opportunity? This alone made her feel incredibly special. Then she realized that Rex's cold look had brought her back to her senses, revealing that she had been lost in her thoughts for far too long.

"Bring her fucking things to the plane," Rex ordered, instilling fear in her, which she did. As they approached the private jet's entrance, the flight attendants dashed out, seeing their boss holding their madam in his hands and flanked by his bodyguard.

"Welcome back, boss. It is a pleasant surprise to meet you." Jenny, the head hostess, greeted the bodyguards and Brenda while taking their belongings.

..

Amira awoke with her head hurting badly. She squeezed her face, tired from the long sleep she had. She wished everything had been a dream, but why was she so comfortable, and what was that noise?

She looked out the window and saw that it was already dark and that there were stars in the night sky. When she figured out everything, she let out a loud scream, which drew Andrea and some of his men to her location, guns in hand.

“What happened?” Andrea inquired, worried, his gaze scanning the cabin before returning to her on the bed.

“Where am i? Why am I seeing clouds?" 

Andrea let out a deep breath and signaled to his guards to back out, which they did, leaving the two of them alone.

Andrea stared at her, his lips sealed to keep from smiling. Her reaction was priceless and amusing, and Amira was embarrassed to realize she was on a plane.

"You understand now, right?" Andrea asked.

“Yes.” She responded, palming her cheeks to conceal the blush of embarrassment. With that, he took a deep breath and said beside her, which Amira felt strangely comfortable with.

They stayed silent, allowing the awkwardness to consume them. Amira noticed how quickly he could switch characters. He used to act scary and daring, but now he is calm.

But the thought of her traveling to places she had no idea about haunted her. She had no idea where they were headed or why they were going there.

Then Andrea cleared his throat to get her attention.

"I understand you have a lot of questions in your head and are looking for an answer."

"I told you we were going to Italy then," he said, his gaze sweeping every inch of her face and reading her expressions. Amira could not contain her excitement; Italy was one of her dream countries to visit, and she remembered including it on her bucket list.

"And our final destination is Venice," he murmured, his gaze remaining fixed on hers.

Amira's eyes widened in surprise and delight, because that was where she had always wanted to go. 

"Not now, Amira; you never wanted this journey, and you should not be happy. "You shouldn't show him that you are happy." Her inner voice communicated with her.

She quickly suppressed her happiness, clearing her throat to clear her mind. She quickly nodded, not expecting to say anything.

Andrea was aware of how happy she was and was astounded that she was attempting to conceal it, despite the fact that it was written all over her face.

"You know your face is like an open book, so don't try to hide how happy you are to be there. And in 15 minutes, we will be there. And when we get there, don't let your thoughts fool you." 

Amira took a moment to consider what he had just said. What was he trying to say? She opened her mouth to say something, but Andrea stood up, straightened his black top, and left her alone in the cabin. 

What if he decides to keep me here? What happens to my scholarship? If I stay there for too long, my lack of response will cause them to tan." She mumbled and placed her hands on her chest. But it was Venice, right? The city is directly in front of her, and she had put it on her bucket list to visit.

With her head back on the pillow, she pondered Andrea's wealth. Based on his appearance, she had a second thought that he was more than just a businessman. He had an air of danger and darkness, and his ability to switch between emotions so quickly made one fear what was going through his mind.

They soon reached Italy, and as soon as they stepped off the plane, they packed a Rolls-Royce Cullivan and a black Range Rover. Armed men with guns and uniforms resembling those of the military emerged, and as soon as they saw Andrea, they bowed formally and greeted him in Italian.

"Huh," Amira gasped, perplexed as she saw the men. She wondered why all of this was happening. She kept silent as she followed Andrea, who was conversing in Italian with one of the men. She had no idea that he understood them until now, which piqued her interest in learning more about him.

"Oh, and here's my lovely wife." He held out his hands to Amira, who accepted them with a frown on her face before pretending to smile in return. 

nice to meet you madam, my name is Matteo,  its good to have you as a wife to my boss.” Matteo bowed to her with his hands on his chest in return, showing respect. Amira, who was not used to the treatment, was uncomfortable and tried to hide it, but Andrea could see that she was uncomfortable.

"Thank you?" she said clumsily, unsure of what else to say. The door of the vehicle they were to drive in was then opened by one of the bodyguards, and Andrea let Amira in before closing it behind him. As they drove through the lovely city, Amira's eyes went straight to the window, and she never knew when a sudden smile appeared on her face, making her want to have fun and capturing the moment. The remainder of the trip was silent, which she appreciated this time.

"When will I get a new phone?" Andrea opened his drowsy eyes and looked into her eyes as she broke the silence.

“Don’t you have a phone?” he asked with a straight face.

"Of course, I have a phone, but because of the impromptu wedding with you, you did not give me a chance to get my personal belongings and phone," Amira replied, trying hard to hide the worry that was building up inside her. The fact that she was forced to marry him against her will still haunt her.

"Should I be sorry?" he asked, smirking as he watched her reaction. 

"Whatever." Amira groaned, turning her gaze away from him and toward the window, taking a deep breath to avoid ruining her mood.

"Do not worry, my love; Don't let those things bother you." He chuckled and returned to closing his eyes to gather himself before hearing a sudden sound followed by gunshots.

"Oh shit!" Andrea groaned, pulling a gun from his pocket and pulling Amira towards him as she screamed in terror.