Later in the evening, I decide to make dinner for Stefano and me. I was so happy he ate breakfast today; I hope he eats the dinner I make. I am mixing the batter for the cake I am making for dessert when I feel something touch my shoulder. I cringe in fear from this and splash some batter on the floor while swinging the spoon in my hand in shock
I turn around to clean the floor but end up in a fit of laughter. The thing I felt touching my shoulder was Stefano; he was trying to get a cup from the cupboard above my head. I didn t hear him walking into the kitchen, I have my ear pods in. I am laughing because when I cringed in fear, I poured some batter on his face. I try really hard not to laugh at the batter on his face.
"I am so sorry," I say, trying to clean the batter off his face but only make it worse by spreading it all over his face. I try not to laugh, but I can t hold it any longer.
"Andrea, please stop touching my face," Stefano says, sounding angry but I could care less right now.
"I am so sorry, let me help you clean it," I say in between laughter. I carry a piece of tissue to clean his face.
"That s okay," he says, stopping my hand midway to his face. I pause to take a look at him.
I can tell from his eyes that he is exhausted. I wish he listened to me today and rested at home. I slowly take in the details of his face. He still looks attractive even with the batter on his face. I remove my hand from his hold and gently wipe under his eyes while admiring those beautiful green eyes of his. I continue to clean his face as I wipe the batter around his straight nose to his jaw, making sure to clean all the batter in his beard. I stop when I reach his lips, they are pink, and they look soft. I can only imagine what it feels like to kiss them.
"Andrea, you can let go of my face."
"Sorry," I say, dropping my hand from his face. I didn t even know my palm was still on his face, why would I want to know how it feels to kiss him? I shake my head to drive away all these thoughts and take a step back away from Stefano. He walks out of the kitchen, leaving me with my thoughts.
I am in the kitchen eating dinner all by myself. Stefano said he has some work to do, so he will eat later. While eating, I hear a lot of footsteps entering the apartment. I wonder what is going on. I walk over to the living room to find out. There are several men dressed in black and are geared up from head to toe with weapons. Is something significant happening that I don t know about? I need to find Stefano; maybe he knows what s happening. I don t have to look for him, Stefano walks downstairs and joins us in the living room. Stefano has also geared up himself. He is dressed differently than his usual suit. He is wearing a pair of black cargo pants, a black jacket with a black baseball cap, and black combat boots. He is dressed in all black, basically. I don t know why, but his look is giving me a bad boy vibe right now.
"Stefano, what is going on?"
"We have a lead; we are going to check it out."
"What do you mean you have a lead?"
"The day you were ambushed on your way to the airport, we kidnapped one of the guys that attacked you, but you already know he killed himself before we were able to get any information out of him. What I did not tell you was we allowed one of them to live so that we could keep tabs on him. Throughout this whole week, he is been staying at a motel here and has not been anywhere or met anyone useful to help us find out who was behind the attack until today. I just got information that he might be on his way to meet his boss tonight. I am taking these guys with me in case something happens."
I am not surprised Stefano didn t tell me about this till now. He has never been the type to share, whether it s important to you or not.
"Wow, that is good news. Just give me a minute to change, then we can leave"
"There won t be any need for that?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Because you are not coming."
"Why can t I come? I am a part of this just as much as you are."
"I know that, but I can t have anything happening to you if something goes wrong tonight."
"You don t have to worry about that, I can take care of myself."
"I do not care if you can take care of yourself. You are not coming."
"You don t have a right to tell me if I can come or not. I want to come along, and I will"
"Let s see if that happens. Samuel, make sure she doesn t leave this building tonight," Stefano says walking towards the elevator.
"You can t be serious right now, Stefano. Allow me to come along," I say, walking after him, but Samuel stops me.
"I am sorry, Ma am, but you can t leave." He says, blocking me from walking into the elevator. I turn around frustrated and walk to my room.
Oh my God, what just happened? I can t believe Stefano just did that to me. It s not like he even cares about my safety. I am sure my father must be the one who asked him not to take me along. I spend the whole night waiting for Stefano to come back. I am praying desperately nothing happens to him. I have never seen or been in a gang fight but my brother and father have told me how horrible it can be. Things can worsen if you don t have enough reinforcement, which I am worried Stefano might not have. He left with ten men but from all the information I could get from Samuel, they are hoping it s the main base of the Kazan gang.
I don t know how many hours have gone by since they left, the news I get from Samuel only makes me worry more. He just told me things didn t go as planned, some of the men are injured and they are on their way back. I pray that Stefano isn t one of them. I am brought back from my thoughts when I hear Samuel talking to me.
"Ma am, we need to leave."
"Why, to where."
"To the family clinic."
"Did something happen to Stefano?" I say, praying nothing bad happened to him
"I don t know, Ma am, We will find out when we get to the clinic."
"Alright, let me get my handbag, and we can leave."
I quickly walk to my room and pick up my handbag. I walk back outside and join Samuel so we can be on our way. The whole ride to the family clinic, I pray desperately nothing terrible has happened to Stefano. ?