Adam POV..Upon telling Amy Leah about my stay, I glanced around the room. I arrived here just the other day and a lot of stuff already happened. Funny and annoying stuff. Since my part Celine was designated to another case, I had to do this all alone.What's the case? The capture of George Bonifacio's cousin, Rafael Jewry!I hadn't told Amy Leah about it yet for it was a sensitive one but I was planning on telling Desmond for one good reason, manpower. My informant just updated me that he had a mafia friend in New York and he was powerful and dangerous in Italy. Perhaps, I needed some underground investigation about George's death and Rafael's capture.I put on my black leather jacket and tied the shoelaces of my dark brown working boots tightly. After that, I took my gun, handcuffs, and badge from the side table. I checked the surrounding of this room for a moment and strode to the door after. I had to meet Amy Leah at dinner before Desmond would find out. I planned on visiting hi
Desmond POV..Gwenny sneered down her nose and gazed intently at me. I clamped my mouth with my fist while I let out a fake cough and glanced at my friend to avoid Guinevere's withering stare."You're here. How's your hrmmm nose?" I asked after when she pressed my shoulder, a warning that I mustn't have sneezed at."Fine now. Can we talk in private?" when I glance at her, I saw that she took a swift glimpse at Adam before averting her sharp stare at me."Okay but wait!" my words were interrupted when my phone inside my suit pocket rang. "I have to answer this!" I told them and turned around to take Martin's call. He would not bother me if it wasn't important."Martin!" I whispered. The two were eyeing me."Desmond, Finalmente ho incontrato tua moglie e il suo amico imbecille!" to say I was stupefied would be the right term to describe my expression now."Des, is there something wrong?" Guinevere nudged my sudden stillness."Hey, CEO Kelly. Thank goodness for that. Sure, let's meet t
We saw Adam and Martin's men squaring under the lead of Luke. My friend was surrounded by five robust mafias and he knew with or without me if Martin was pissed, I couldn't save him. He kicked one of Martin's bodyguards while straggling the other with his strong arm. When Luke gagged him from behind using a rope, he had no choice but to release the man in front of him. I saw his face turn red while trying to discharge the rope that was wrapped around his neck. "Desmond, save him!" I heard Guinevere whisper as she clamped her mouth in her hands. "Des, he's dying!" she screamed while shaking my shoulder. "Brother, he's not an enemy. He is with us!" I told Martin while my stare was with my friend. "How can you prove that?" Martin defiantly questioned. "He came here alone and didn't use his gun. He didn't show them his badge either!" "Yet, you didn't notice he followed you!" Martin was as hard-headed as the will of the kings. He didn't want to spare Adam's life today. "Martin, stop
"Impossible!" Adam grunted. "I was a spy for a year before we took down that gang. I've never heard that name before!"Martin just scoffed at him. "Have you seen a skinny man serving food and coffee when you're disguised as one of them?"I shifted my stare back at Adam and noticed he was thinking about it. Then his eyes sparked into a rage as he punched the air with his fist, regretting or scolding himself."His face has changed. Are you telling us that he ~""Did a surgery, of course. He honed his skills till he improved his muscles and brain. He was not an ordinary man like what he showed to you when you met him. That was just his facades!""Damn it!" Adam was pissed off. "You've met him twice!" he was talking to me. "Didn't you notice that?" and smirked, taunting my tiny error."I say I was rather preoccupied with avenging my wife so I missed seeing that part!" defensive to answer, these two just chuckled at my id*otic reason. "What?! What kind of a spy are you when you missed the
Adam POV..At the inflammatory earlier, the female doctor named Annie tended to my knee which was hit by a metal rod earlier. Damn men of that Italian mafia. They were just adequate fighters holding pikes but without anything in their hands, they were as good as nothing."Why do you work for them?" I asked the blonde doctor although I could guess what the reason was.She just smiled thinly and then pressed my knee with an ice pack while checking it closely. "Hold the ice pack. And about your question, simple. The fee is higher!" she adjusted her glasses with her finger and took something from the lab bench."You're more beautiful without your glasses!" my sudden chivalry made her halt and stared at me...sternly.Then she stood straight holding a soft bandage. "Do you have a girlfriend, Detective Fields?" she asked, sneering."I think I do now!" I responded thinking of someone. However, the lady doctor beside me thought differently."Please, Detective Fields. This is not so cop-style
Amy Leah POV.."Okay! Spill out!" Kota didn't stop interrogating me about Desmond's friend. "How did your handsome husband become a friend of that asshole?""Correction. He's also gorgeous! Don't deny it!" I rebutted swaying my index in front of her. We were inside the movie house waiting for the horror movie to start."Oh! C'mon. He's not my type, okay!" she waved her hand at me objecting to my observation. "Okay! His emerald eyes are catchy. That's all!" she shrugged her shoulders off and glanced at the screen.I was about to drink my cola when she spoke again. "You didn't answer my question yet. How did Desmond know him?" she was now shaking my shoulders."I don't know the exact story but they met in Italy five years ago!" I answered back putting her curiosity to rest. She just nodded at my response. I glanced around taking a look at the whole cinema, I could say a lot of people loved to see the movie of the year. Although it was not seasoned for it was a horror one, that's proba
Three days passed and finally, our dear dinner date was set. I prepared for this. I bought my outfit with Kota when we went shopping and we spent hours just choosing the so-called perfect dress...only to be scolded sweetly!"Baby, if you're trying to be more beautiful in front of me, you don't have to!" Desmond raised his eyebrow in a tease while pecking my neck and nibbling my earlobe making me flinch. He knew I was sensitive to those parts.We were at the entrance and he just came home to pick me up. His sapphire orbs rummaged through my outfit from the plunging neckline down to its hem which was three inches above my knee. His eyes narrowed when he checked my back and saw my exposed skin. He immediately took off his suit and hung it on my shoulders."Either you let me shiver in cold or get rid of this destruction. You choose!" his voice was stern, no objections were needed."But, Desmond! I bought this for our date!" I stomped my feet in a word of protest, my black stilettos thumpi
I slammed the car after getting off and went to the entrance in a quick stride. My mind and heart were in a mess right now. That dinner date that was supposed to be perfect was ruined in a snap."Damn it, Amy Leah! Would you listen to me first?" I heard Desmond yell while following me to the door."I've heard enough, Desmond. I don't wanna hear anything anymore!" I almost slammed the entrance door close when his hand held the doorframe. I stepped back with a hurtful stare and a heart racing in marathons. I pursed my lips as he tried to touch my hands."Amy Leah?!" his eyes were entreating but I just shook my head."No, Desmond. I can't absorb any more words from you, from anyone. What Emily Levine announced at the restaurant was too much!" my voice cracked, my shoulders shivered. I tried not to shed some tears but one stubborn teardrop found its way out to the corner of my eye. Then another one followed, till I couldn't hold back my tears anymore and they rolled down freely to my chee
After three months! . . It's spring! Flowers were blooming everywhere in the garden. The shades of red, yellow, pink, and white color the beautiful landscape Iñigo and Elsa had created. A tribute for their loyalty and care for me and my parents. We were still at Desmond's villa. I could always go back to our mansion, but the feeling of emptiness was still there. I felt like that big house was no longer the same home where I was born and raised. It was totally a stranger to me. I was watching the morning sunshine from the balcony of our room when a gentle knock disturbed my senses. "Come in!" that could be Elsa. "Señorita, we're ready!" indeed it was her. "Yes, Elsa. I'm also ready. This is it!" I gladly told her as I hugged her tight. Elsa was like a mother to me. She saw me grow up and she was also a witness of our love with Desmond. Speaking of my man, he must be waiting for me now. "Let's go then!" Elsa uttered with a smile. As we sauntered downstairs, we saw I
A soft warm peck on my lips made me moan as I opened my eyes and saw the person carrying me. I was like a baby lying on his lap. He was just staring at me, my man, worries were cleared on those mesmerizing orbs. "Hi?" I asked, a thin smile appeared on my face. "Hi!" he answered. "You scared me to death, you know that?!" then a sweet scolding. I chuckled at his cuteness, but he furrowed his brows at my response. "I'm sorry. How long was I asleep?" I asked not cutting my stares at him. "A couple of hours. Kota already left with Martin and Gwenny is with Adam. Everything is cleaned and fixed, sweetheart. We can go home now!" Desmond answered. I slowly got up as he gently held my back. "What about Donna, Elsa, Alden, and Dante?" I asked again worried something worse happened to them, especially Donna who had blood on the right side of her head when she shot Franco to death. "They're all fine. Donna is at the ward, resting. She's with the rest. Sweetheart, let's go home. You nee
I let out my loudest scream for help when the door banged open, followed by the figure of the man I would admit scared to see. It was Franco! His face displayed the darkest night I had ever seen. His eyes were flaming red to my vision, and his sneer was devouring me little by little. If there was a real face of a monster, it was him. "Don't come any closer, Franco!" my shock was cut in by Iñigo's deep voice. I could see the face of a man prepared to die with him. "Iñigo?!" I whispered with my trembling voice. I held the hem of his shirt as he moved forward, trying to shield me from the monster. "Old man!" even Franco's voice was scary. "You think you can frighten me with that lamp you're holding?" he laughed maniacally. I just noticed now, Iñigo was gripping the lamp he grabbed from the side table. I grasped his shirt tight, wrinkling the fabric, there's no way we could survive this dawn. Till I heard a loud gunshot and saw Iñigo's shoulder bleeding. I screamed, calling his
"You've failed me, Mrs. Amy Leah Zaborowski. You need to be punished!" he gritted his teeth while he was staring deeply at me. I shivered at the tension rising around us."Des, I- I""First, we have to get out of here!""But ~ But them!""Let Dante and the rest take care of the mess you've caused!" another sharp look before he pulled me up and led me to his car parked at the entrance.I glanced over my shoulder and saw Martin's men firing guns against Divina's goons. Screams and banging of furniture everywhere.It took us only an hour to arrive at Martin's villa. The way he maniacally drove his sports car was evidence that I was in complete trouble. He slammed the door after opening it ignoring that I was still inside."Desmond, let me explain!" my voice cracked as I followed him in quick stride. He wasn't just upset, he was mad.He aggressively turned around and yelled in my face. "You planned to deceive me by fucking me! You lied to me! What the heck were you thinking, Amy Leah?""D
Amy Leah POV.Months had passed....Everything was set. My plan to enter the lion's den was final. Over the past few months that I recuperated, I also asked Desmond to help me with some self-defense and how to hold a gun. At first, he was hesitant but I finally managed to get his approval. I told him it was for my own safety. The bodyguards he hired were not enough for me."Sweetheart, are you sure about this? Don't you really need us?" my husband asked after he rolled down beside me. We just had finished our lovemaking and I took control which to his surprise and satisfaction, he had no idea I could do it. Guess those months of training and building my strength paid off."Baby, I'm just gonna talk to Divina. The spy I assigned to the mansion is 100% sure she crept there every night once in three months to visit my dad's study room. There must be something important in that room that she can't get rid of or can't bring to her wherever she's hiding!" I confidently told him."All righ
"Ams, about that case, I can't help you anymore. I've been cut off!""I told you so!" Desmond interrupted making my eyes roll."Desmond, I need to speak with Adam alone, please!" I needed to get to the bottom of this. It was almost ten years and I couldn't wait for closure and justice. Justice for my father's name and George's death."No!" my husband urged."Desmond, please!""Amy Leah, you don't need to keep your talks with him a secret, okay? Remember, my parents were also victims of that fire...and my friend, Valerie!" the word Valerie came out only a whisper as he side-glanced at Adam who secretly took a glimpse of his reaction."Our best friend, Valerie!" Adam corrected."All right, no one wants to help me get closure. Then I guess I need to continue what I had originally planned!" I was losing my patience. I felt like I was left wandering alone in the dark wilderness."What?! No, Amy Leah. You almost got yourself killed!" Desmond uttered in a loud tone."Wait! I don't follow. Wh
I drove my way to where I was raised. The nest where I spent my childhood life. Although they were only strings of stories from my ex-fiance Warren and my best friend Kota, coz I couldn't still recall most of my memories, I had these weird feelings enveloping me upon stopping in front of this huge iron gate. Emptiness, grief, bliss, rage, and love. Most were love... I shook my head and bobbed it up and down as outlines of doodled past clouded my thoughts."Mom! Dad!" I whispered in the air.My eyes were deeply shut. My temples were pounding, and my head began to hurt like hell. Flashes of memories kept raging at the back of my head. Damn! I just wanted to scream and freak out.Till...A knock on my car window cleared my messy thought. I stared at the uniformed man deeply staring at me through the tinted window. He was checking who was inside.I removed my sunglasses and slowly rolled down the screen. Beads of sweat began emerging on my forehead and my breathing was unstable. But what
"Desmond, I thought you were working at home!" I immediately got my composure and strode toward him. I took a swift stare at the woman staring sternly at me. Martin's eyes were also fixed on me. These three were like, they were skinning me alive."Supposed to be but Martin told me you want to speak with him. Aren't you going to Dakota's flat?" Desmond's tone was flat and cold but beyond that I could feel rage."Been there and she told me that!" I shifted my glance at Martin. I needed to make a new lie. "Martin is blocked in their building. Is that true?" I questioned the mafia man.He cleared his throat first and nodded. The lady in the middle was stunned that her eyes would like to pop out."You're blocked? Martin, how could that be? Did that woman order the admin to do that!""FYI, her name is Dakota, missy!" I abruptly meddled glaring at her. She just stared back at me."Señorita, you might not remember me but we're friends. Well in a short while. I'm Guinevere Basile. Gwenny for s
Amy Leah POV.."Desmond, is that you?" the clock ticked 12, it was now midnight and Desmond just got home. Where had he been?"My bad, sweetheart. It's my fault. I invited Martin to have some drinks!" he hoarsely uttered.I could see his silhouette from the mounted lamp on the wall. His legs wobbled when he walked which only meant- he was drunk!I turned on the lights and the whole wide living room lit up. My man's shirt was a mess. His hair which was always combed well was disheveled. I rushed to his side when he was about to fall on the floor. Good thing his palm pressed the edge of the table by the door."Desmond, are you all right?" my worried voice made him lift his head and he was staring at me with unfathomable eyes. "Des!"He cupped my face, his thumb gently touching my lips. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to you in the past!" he uttered softly, I could feel the pain in his heart but I couldn't understand what he was saying."Des, let's go to bed, sweetheart!" I told hi