Chapter 15: Chapter 15

"Who are you people? What are you doing here?" Enrico inquired as I descended the steps. "And where is Gia?"

By the time he did, Falcone had already entered my field of vision, and Enrico was looking at him as I would imagine anyone would be prone to do given that Falcone was all that was Falcone. His eyes came to mine as he jerked, appearing to be coming out of a daze.

"Gia, what's going on, honey? You failed to inform me that you were getting work done?"

I said, "Hey Enrico," and moved to stand a few feet to the side of Falcone, who was standing a few feet away from Enrico.

Falcone, on the other hand, didn't enjoy this separation, and I understood this when he closed it without coming closer to me. He forced it shut by reaching toward me, gripping my forearm, and pulling it till I was forced to tip over. He let go of my arm when I crashed into him, and he caught me by wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

After completing this task, Falcone mumbled, "Wednesday," with his attention on Enrico. I totally forgot.

Enrico peered at Falcone, then at me, then at Falcone and me, and he did it all with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open, much like, I feared, I had looked on more than one occasion lately.

Falcone suddenly transported me back to yesterday, when he informed me Enrico wanted to get into my trousers. As a result, I was standing there, comparing myself to Enrico, who had sandy blond hair and blue eyes and was wearing a suit from the bank. He was a manager of loans. He wasn't particularly tall or short, but he was taller than I was. He wasn't very ripped, but he also didn't have an awful body. He was also laughably unprepared for a commando.

Finally focusing on Falcone, Enrico enquired, "Who are you?”

I began to say, "He's -," when Falcone interrupted me.

"Gia's man, Falcone."

Shit! I wished he would stop saying that!

"You are Gia's man?"  Enrico said quietly, his face pallid.

And yet again!

"Enrico, it's not -" I started.

Enrico's colorless face turned to face me.

"Gia, you have a boyfriend?"

"Well... hmm... -"

“Gia! " We all heard soemene shireked, and Antonette rushed in the front door.

When Enrico turned to face the door, all of the commandos came to a halt. That happened frequently when Antonette De Guia entered a room, and I wasn't shocked that even commandos were susceptible to Antonette's charms.

Without a doubt, she resembled a model, which is why. She was tall, two inches taller than I was. She had long, straight as a sheet golden hair that was her natural color. Her eyes were a glistening green. Her bone structure was ideal. Her face was symmetrical. She had long, slender arms and legs and long, delicate arms. She wasn't an ass and tits. She was a very attractive human mannequin. Once they saw her, fashion designers all over the world would be in a state of ecstasy. Because of this, she was employed by every retail establishment in Manila, despite the fact that she was fickle and often bored. On average, she worked there for around eleven months. If she told you something looked wonderful on you, you would see yourself as her because you wished with all of your heart to be her, you would believe her, and you would purchase it.

"Mic phoned and said Ryan claimed you got broken -" Antonette skidded to a halt near Enrico as she noticed Falcone. Her eyes opened, her jaw relaxed, and she gazed at him. Before I could do anything, she had the incorrect notion, her face lighted up with excitement, and she screamed, "Ohmigod! "Then she jumped up and down and cheered while the commandos watched the display, and she yanked her sight away from Falcone and grabbed my hand while still hopping up and down."

“Gia! Hooray! " she sobbed.

Shit!

"Tonette, that's not what you -" I took her hand in mine and gripped it tightly.

She dropped my hand and looked up at Falcone before I could finish. "I recognize you! And I was right! Mic phoned and said you'd come over yesterday, Gia was broken into last night, and now you're here! Help is on the way! Hooray! ”

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

"Tonette"

"I told you!" she said. " Didn't I remind you? " She turned to Falcone and said, "I told her like a billion times! ”

"Were you broken into? " This was Enrico breaking into Antonette's glee, and I looked away from Antonette and toward Enrico.

"Um... sure, but it wasn't that big of an issue," I lied.

"Were you broken into?" Enrico said again.

"Is that why everyone's here?"  Antonette inquired, her head swiveling around on her neck to take in the commandos before turning to face me. "What are they doing?" Are they constructing a fortress? ”

"They're installing a security system," Falcone said, and Antonette's expression sank as her gaze shifted to me.

"Oh honey, does that mean you'll never be able to purchase those Jimmy Choos you've had your eye on?" I can't keep them for much longer, you know. Someone is going to notice."

Antonette put fashion before of everything, including safety.

"She's not paying for it," Falcone said, and Antonette's face brightened up again, her gaze returning to Falcone as Enrico's fixed on him.

“Yippee!" Antonette yelled.

"Babe, stop yelling 'hurray,' this isn't what it appears to be," I eventually said, as Falcone's arm grabbed my shoulders.

"So, what exactly is it?"  Enrico inquired, but did not wait for my response. "And who is this man?  And who did it? Are you all right? Were you hurt? Do the cops know? Did they capture him? ”

I opened my mouth to respond, but Falcone spoke before and for me.

"As I already stated, I am Falcone, Gia's man. We have no idea who broke in. Gia is alright; my boys and I are on the lookout for her, and the police have been notified."

"Falcone," Antonette exhaled, her eyes twinkling with stars. "That's a really amazing name. Very nice. Wow, that's super, double extra cool."

"Honey, you need a brief, but I don't have time; I have work," I said, looking at Enrico. "I'm sorry, Enrico, I realize you're worried, but things are a little frantic right now, and I have deadlines.  I'm unable to fulfill my Enrico Day today. But I'm Fine, I'm completely fine. I'll contact you tomorrow and explain everything." Then I screamed at Falcone, "And you. Will you stop talking for me? ”

"That's cool," Antonette answered before Falcone could respond, and she continued. "By the way, honey, your hair is amazing."

Enrico was a jerk. He was fixed on me. "Does this have anything to do with Isabelle?" he inquired. ”

Antonette's eyes flashed to me when he asked that, and they were wide.

"Ohmigod," she said. "I hadn't considered that."

Enrico didn't wait for my response; he jumped to the correct conclusion right away. He'd known me for a long time, but even at their worst, my exploits would not result in a squad of commandos installing a security system.

"What did she do?"  Enrico questioned.

"I'm not sure, and I'm not interested. I have disowned her," I said.

Antonette whispered, "Finally."

"I want to know, and I care if it means you discovered and hooked up with Rambo in a day," Enrico snipped, jerking his head towards Falcone.

Falcone laughed deep, strong, amusedly.

Antonette didn't hear the chuckle since she was announcing, "It wasn't a day." They've been dating for about a year and a half."

Uh-oh.

Antonette observed Enrico's expression, understood what she'd done, and said, "Uh-oh."

"A year and a half," Enrico said quietly, and my stomach lurched. He looked like I'd kicked him and he wasn't in a good mood.

Oh, Falcone was correct. Enrico clearly wanted to get into my trousers.

"Enrico -" I returned the whisper, and Falcone said.

"Friendly advise. Next time, get your head out of your ass and stake your claim."

My body got solid, but it still turned woodenly toward Falcone, and I yelled angrily, "Falcone!”

"Man to man, sweetie, he's a man, he can take it, and he's gotta know he messed up," Falcone said as he glanced down at me.

For the first time in my life, I wished murder wasn't prohibited.

"I know you're not in the mood for an intervention, honey," Antonette remarked quietly to Enrico, "but, hmm... he's sort of right."

My mouth dropped wide this time as I saw my darling, wouldn't-do-or-say-anything-to-harm-a-soul Antonette utter something that injured a soul.

And Enrico looked at her the way I'd expect someone with a wounded soul to look.

Then he jerked around and began to move.

I drew away from Falcone and hurried forward, grabbing his hand and shouting, "Enrico -"

He came to a halt and jerked his hand free, his eyes fixed on me, "Don't," he said quietly.

"Enrico -" I began again.

"If you need a washer replaced or are freezing your a$$ off because your furnace isn't working, Gia, don't call my number." "Call Rambo there, and pray he knows how to use a fucking wrench," he jerked his head at Falcone.

He then exited through my front door.

I whirled around to face Falcone and Antonette.