Chapter 3

Isabella Moretti's Pov

 

"Yeah,” I raised my hand in victory as I got the jackpot of the video game I was playing. The tingling sounds reverberated on the walls of the room. I could see Sera occasionally stealing glances at me like she had something to say, but she shook her head off and continued whatever she was doing. I still wondered why there weren't any customers at that time of the day. If not for the deliveries made, I would have concluded that starting this business was just a waste of money.

 

Yeah, she was my best friend, and we both started this cupcake business together.

 

“Hey, what are you doing?” She etched a brow, coming closer to where I sat at the corner of the coffee restaurant. Our team was desert; she made the best cupcakes in the world while I assisted the little way I could.

 

“I heard this game takes tons of money from people,” she blurted, dropping her hand on the chair where I sat as she paired her eyes at my phone.

 

“You heard wrong, it is actually the best; the chemotherapy is amazing, and I get to win more coins to unlock more levels,” she rolled her eyes, moving back to putting some finishing touches on the cupcakes displayed on the table.

 

“I can't believe you lost my student ID last night.”

 

“Maybe next time you should learn how to hold your stuff yourself instead of running after boys,” she fired back. Yeah, I felt slightly ragged by that, but I blushed it off.

 

Unlike me, I wasn't as boring as her devoting to something that was clearly going to fall apart.

 

“How was last night? Did you meet someone?”

 

“Oh yeah, I kissed some guy with a knife stabbed, and he disappeared; it was weird though.”

 

“Whatever Sera, you don't have to say anything to impress me.”

 

“I wasn't saying anything to impress you; it was weird.”

 

“Whatever,“ I made a face going back to my video game.

 

“Hey, could you please clean the table down there before the customer walks in?” I groaned, not liking Sera ordering me around.

 

“You don't order me around; I'm a college graduate while you barely finished high school,” I said aggressively at her, begrudgingly getting up my feet to fulfill her needs.

 

“Yeah, thanks for rubbing it in,” she said, her voice strong and unwavering. I could barely notice the emotions as her face saddens. Sera was one strong woman who hardly gets carried away by emotions, which was one of the reasons at 25 years old she was still a fucking virgin.

 

“Hey, can you please deliver this instead?” She said, stretching out a box of cupcakes. I groaned dissatisfied at her using me as a courier. Going for delivery was much better; I was going to leave from there.

 

Setting out with the sun shining with intensity, it would be preferable if I was on a beach, I thought to myself. But those thoughts vanished when a car pulled close to me, almost close to knocking me down.

 

“What the hell? Watch it!” I screamed. The glasses were tinted so I couldn't see who was inside, but it stopped, and then the driver opened the door to the passenger seat, a black Mercedes. It was rare to find a regular person with this kind of expensive car that was worth $90,000.

 

The car door opened and a handsome man came off; his brown hair was neatly trimmed with a dark shade and tuxedo that all screamed luxury. My mouth was slightly open as I drew over the masterpiece of God's creation. 

 

He was hot and damn handsome; I didn't mind having a night with him.

 

“Hey, Isabella Moretti,” he said.

 

Oh my God, he knows my name; how is that possible? It was when I gazed down at his hand that I saw my ID.

 

“You are Isabella Moretti, right?” I nodded slightly, nodding at what this handsome dude was doing with my ID.

 

“Yes, and who are you?” I said with a smile, and the anger vanished within a split second. I wanted to scold him for driving recklessly, but the other way around. I was actually thanking my stars. I met a rich, handsome dude. Probably I could trick him into having a night with me. He brought out his wallet and quickly scrambled something on paper and stretched it out to me.

 

“Thank you for saving my life; this is the only way to show my gratitude.” 

 

Saving your life, I thought, then I remembered what Sera said about saving a guy in a party. I never did believe her, though. Taking the piece of paper, it was a whopping sum of $20,000 dollars.

 

It won't be bad if I claim to be Sera, I thought to myself, smiling ear to ear at the money.

 

“Thank you.” I shook my head over and whined with excitement. I spoke coherently at him.

 

“Here, call me whenever you need me,” he said, stretching out his card.

 

“Here have some cupcakes; sorry for all the troubles.” I gave him the cupcakes I was supposed to deliver.

 

“Thank you,” he muttered before getting back in and driving off. I noticed something like metal fell off his wallet, so I picked it up and examined it. It was a rare piece of metal carved into a circle with a cross line in the middle. I googled his name immediately, and I gasped in surprise as I read through his profile.

 

‘'Carlos Gotti, the most famous mafia lord in Las Vegas. The only surviving son of Gotti with massive wealth, they vividly controlled Las Vegas.

 

This shit is getting real! It isn't just about the money; probably I could have my way with him and get hold of his wealth. I thought to myself as a smirk appeared at the corner of my lips.

 

Claiming to be Sera isn't a bad idea after all.