Chapter 23: D A R I O
The vehicle drove us into a forest of apartment towers. We parked in the tallest one and the driver let us out. I followed Ambrosio into the elevator and he pushed the 2nd button from the top and up we went. We exited the elevator and as Ambrosio lead me through the hallway, he said,
“You’ll stay at my place.”
We passed three doors and then Ambrosio stuck a key in the fourth and opened it. We both stepped in and it was impressive. Floor to ceiling windows in the living room, an open kitchen, dark gray and silver furniture and decor.
Ambrosio walked me through the condo; it had two bedrooms and a home gym, very spacious, lots of floor to ceiling windows scattered throughout. The views of the bay were amazing. Ambrosio showed me how to use all the remotes and demonstrated a few of their abilities. He took me down to the garage and showed me the two options of vehicles I have to drive while I’m here: a matte black Audi r8, and an all white Range Rover Evoque.
We went back up into the condo and Ambrosio showed me where the keys were and where I could find all the codes to everything. When I was finally caught up on how to live here, Ambrosio suggested I take the guest room to shower and change.
When I got out of the shower I got out my suitcase and rummaged through it. I wanted to make a good first impression. I decided to go all black; black jeans, black t-shirt. I shrugged on my black leather jacket and met a freshly showered and changed Ambrosio in the living room. He asked,
“Ok, are you ready to go get Hera?”
The thought of finally meeting Hera made my heart skip a beat. I’ve never been a babysitter before. How hard could it be? I nodded my head and Ambrosio smiled an evil grin. We walked out of the apartment into the hall, I waited for Ambrosio to lock the door and I began to head to the elevator when I heard Ambrosio softly whistle at me. I turned around and saw him walk up to the door next to ours. He grabbed a different key from his keychain and looked at me, putting his index finger up to his mouth. I quietly took the five steps it took to get closer to him.
I watched as he softly put the key in the lock and turned it to unlock the door. He slowly turned the doorknob and the door creaked open. Ambrosio crept inside and I followed him.
Hera’s condo was set up pretty much the same as Ambrosio’s, although it looked a little bigger and brighter with more feminine decor. I followed Ambrosio as we silently made our way to the primary bedroom. We found Hera in her bed, sleeping on her stomach. She was wearing a sports bra, her firm full ass peeking out of her shorts, her muscular toned arms reached under the pillows. I could see a tattoo on her back right shoulder, and one sweeping down her thigh. Ambrosio went around to the side of the bed and I stayed at the foot. As he bent down to touch her, Hera shot up, and pointed a gun at Ambrosio. He jumped back and snapped,
“Och, Íra, eímai egó, Ambrosio!”
*“Whoa, Hera, it’s me, Ambrosio!”*
Without taking her eyes off her brother, Hera pointed the gun towards me and asked Ambrosio,
““Kai poios eínai aftós o ántras?”
*“And who is this?”*
I kept a straight face, being sure to show no fear. Ambrosio yelled at his sister,
““Aftós eínai o Ntário! Lisoú, Íra, katévase to óplo sou!”
*“That’s Dario! Jesus, Hera, put down the gun!”*
Hera set the gun down in her lap and looked down, I could tell she was embarrassed. Why is she sleeping with guns? Hera apologized to Ambrosio then she looked at me. Her big blue eyes pierced mine and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Hera limply waved her hand at me and apologized then returned to her brother and asked,
“Ambrosio, pós bíkes sto spíti mou?”
*“Ambrosio, how did you get in here?”*
He lied and told her that we were knocking on the door for a long time and she didn’t hear us. I wondered why he didn’t confess that we snuck in. Hera asked what Ambrosio was doing in America and I felt like I was an intruder in their conversation.
So I did what anyone does when they are the third wheel in a conversation; I took out my phone and pretended to be busy. Ambrosio asked Hera why she was sleeping so late and she replied,
“I got in from Sicily at 1 in the morning and I finally fell back asleep at, I don’t know, around 7:00.”
I hid my curious expression as I smoldered into my phone. Ambrosio asked her why she was in Sicily and I listened closely. I felt her glance at me before she replied,
“I don’t fucking know, because I love having my heart repeatedly ripped out and danced on?”
I looked at Ambrosio and we could barely stifle our laughter. Ambrosio sat on the bed next to her and asked,
“Why the obsession with the Italian?”
I clenched my teeth. Who is the *Italian*? I was annoyed with myself for feeling a little jealous. I saw Hera shrug her shoulders and Ambrosio asked her if she was hungry. I prayed she wasn’t because I could not eat another huge American meal. Hera shook her head and I was relieved.
Ambrosio told her to get dressed so that we could go shopping. I wanted to groan. I had to wait probably hours for this girl to get ready then we were going to spend hours holding her shopping bags. I was already regretting my obedience.
Hera smiled wide and her smile made my stomach race in circles. She jumped off her bed and dashed past me into the bathroom and closed the door. Ambrosio and I sat in the two cushioned arm chairs in the corner of Hera’s huge room. I made myself comfortable since I’d be here awhile.