NON-STALKING ACTIVITIES
Dante
I now know where Viviana Maya Toralba lives. A co-living apartment in a not-so-terrible area of the city.
It doesn’t stop me from hating the area. There is little to no security by her gate and when she bid us bye and walked toward the gate, I don’t miss the buzz that moved across my skin.
I am meeting her after so long and yet I don’t want her to go.
After she is dropped off, I drive Jacob back to his mansion. There are people almost everywhere. The main kitchen and a good part of his lovely garden was badly dealt with by the fire. That side of the house will most likely require renovation and it will take a while for the smell of fire and look of soot to wash off.
I try but I can’t help the satisfied smile that slips on my lips at Jacob’s angry face as he marches past everyone and orders for footage from the CCTV cameras to be brought before him so he can see the person that started the fire - the person that ruined his date and that would make his name appear on the news tomorrow for something other than how he is one of the City’s most gorgeous bachelors.
The bastard is so narcissistic it’s almost pitiful. Except I don’t pity him.
This is what he gets. For talking to my woman, for pulling her so close to him. Hell for even harboring thoughts to get closer to her.
But I thoroughly can’t blame him as I would love to. My Viviana is a freaking magnet all on her own.
I doubt there is anywhere she would saunter into that men, women, pets and animals wouldn’t turn and break their necks just to get a glance of her. The image I had tried to have of her after these many years is a little upgraded version of her nineteen year old self. Now I don’t know who that person is anymore.
As firefighters walk around ensuring some persons are safe, Jacob pulls one of his chefs aside. “Immediately these fuers leave here, get every staff on your team to my study. An ounce of delay and there will be hell to pay.”
I almost roll my eyes. Jacob Bianchi tries his hardest to come off as tough, strong and no- nonsense. But he is far from those. By the time I’m done with him, he will never pray to come to this earth ever again.
I already know what will be found on the footages pulled from the CCTV and I also know how tonight ends for the kitchen staff.
Zilch, absolutely nothing will be found from the footage. The best of the best detectives will try to pull out something, anything but whatever lead they find will pull up dead. I know Alonso, the guy is good at his job and though my command was hasty, I knew without doubt that he was going to deliver excellently.
As for the kitchen staff, some of them are going to lose their jobs. And that’s why I pull out my phone and send a message to Victor, my second in command. Provisions to better and change their lives will be waiting for them immediately they step out from Jacob’s premise. To them, today might have been the worst but I’m not going to let them wander about jobless.
They did nothing wrong and m in heartlessness hasn’t fully blown.
When I tuck my phone away I can’t help but shake my head.
How many minutes have I met her and I have already made serious decisions?
That’s the kind of effect she has over me. If only she knows.
But she would soon. I plan to end this charade quickly, stop her from working for the Bianchis and put her in her rightful place- beside me.
She is a queen and she shouldn’t be working so hard, especially if she is doing so to pay bills or cover random things. Now that I have found her, there will be a lot of changes in her life.
I won’t lie about the deep pang that hit my chest at the thought of her gliding through life for the past five years without once thinking of me. Somehow that hurts.
But with time, I’ll find out just how much she has moved on. How much she has forgotten about me.
The need to know more and all about her consumes me so much that before I go to bed, I make a quick arrangement. Since I’m acting head of Jacob’s authority, he has no idea who is precisely who in his security detail. And so from tomorrow, someone else will be hired to replace Alonso. I need Alonso for something different, something more pressing. As pressing as watching over Viviana and constantly ensuring her safety.
Nah… he won’t be stalking her.