Chapter three- Rejected

"Leah, are we there yet?"

"Just hang on a bit longer, signorina." 

I sighed and leaned back on my seat in the black Ford jeep. 

Newsflash, Leah could speak Italian.

My eyebrows furrowed and I clenched my fists as the aching of the past overwhelmed me all of a sudden. I looked out the window and the chilly air tousled my hair back, making me feel a little bit better.

We had just got off the plane to Rome thirty minutes ago and we had been driving ever since, but that was too long in my opinion and Leah was convincing me to be patient but I knew I wouldn't. At least, not for long.

The driver took a turn and Leah exhaled as she typed away on her tablet. Perhaps our destination was very close?

"Leah," Just as I spoke, the driver pulled over in front of a tall gate.

"We're here, miss."

I unlocked the door and pushed it open. I could see only the perch of a light blue roof beyond the gate. I wondered what more it would hold.

Leah exchanged words with the driver in Italian and collected the car keys. The driver bowed to us and then left.

"What did he say to you?" I asked Leah as she began to unlock the gate.

"Just that the house has been stocked up with the food you'll need to survive for a couple of weeks."

I stepped into the gate after Leah unlocked it and was stunned by the design of the house. It had a moderate linger of medieval on the roof and walls of the house.

Leah unlocked the house and when I stepped in, I saw that the designs were modern. Tilted floors and a white pure vase sitting by the top corner of a cupboard. The walls were also cream-coloured which gave the house a stylish appeal. I guessed that was what the original owner of the house was opting for. It also counted as the perfect hide out because the outside of the house seemed older than it actually was.

Leah and I freshened up and relaxed but it was only when I was in front of the tv that I realized that I could not 'relax'

Every car accident scene in the movie I was watching either scared me or became too much to handle.

I turned off the tv and went to my room's closet to put on a seductive red dress. I applied my red lipstick and woke Leah up.

"Signorina…" Leah whispered lousily.

"Wake up, we're going to a club."

"A club? Why…"

I grabbed the tip of Leah's nose until she was screaming because of the pain.

I sighed and let go of her nose. "To find a husband, of course." I said as I turned away.

I knew damn well I wouldn't be able to relax at all. So instead of sitting around waiting for time to pass, I may as well proceed to carry on the second task Dean gave me and be done with it. I couldn't just do nothing. I had to do something that would get my adrenaline pumping and free. Only that way would I feel less about myself and my existence.

I went to the living room and grabbed the file Dean gave me before. I flipped it open and the first name and picture that popped up was the same as the name and picture I had in my mind's eye.

"What did Dean say about Bennett Adams?"

I was in the car with Leah in the driver's seat scrolling away on her tablet. Right in front of us was a classy club with a 'Crusade' tag not far from it.

"We're in the right place, signorina. This is the place Bennett Adams frequents."

A smile crossed my lips and a feeling of superiority crossed through me as though I had won a million dollar bucks.

"Then there's no time to stall,"

As I opened the door, Leah said, "I'm just worried he'll be a cheater. Frequenting a club like this one is a red flag."

"As long as getting him will help me achieve my goals, I don't care what he does."

I opened the car door and stepped out despite Leah's complaints.

As she left to park the car, I went to the club's security guards who immediately insisted I brought an invitation card. They had an air of hostility about them which I knew I couldn't wing with just a smile.

However, when a tall fit man in a suit walked in front of me with an invitation card between his index fingers, I channeled my inner whore and instantly closed the distance between us and placed an arm around his shoulder. 

The soft smell of whiskey and ice filled my nose but I ignored it and spoke to the security guards with a fake smile plastered on my cheeks. "I'm with him!"

A moment of silence passed before I felt him step away from me, causing my arm to drop to my side.

"She's not," Just that simple phrase he said, had me feeling like a wall. 

In my twenty five years of living, I'd never been rejected before. But when he turned around and I saw a glimpse of his face, I immediately understood why.