Chapter 10: Chapter 10

"I want you to move in with me," Richie says

"What? Why will I move with you?" I ask

"Because I want you to."

"Well, that’s not enough," I say. I can’t stand Richie, I hate him. If I move in with him, my life will be much worse than it already is. Acting like I don’t hate Richie and pretending everything is fine between Richie and me is killing me and if I move in with him, I might lose the little patience I have in me to tolerate him.

Although this seems two ways sided, If I move in with him, it will be a great opportunity for me to get all the information I need about him and it will make it easier for me to ruin him. I don’t even think it will reach up to a month before I crush him into pieces. I will literally be his worst mistake.

"I don’t want to pressure you into moving in with me but think about it, you’ve said yes and you are technically engaged to me. But it’s your choice, you can decide on whatever you want." He says

"I don’t know, I’m-" I halted mid-sentence as I rethink my decision. I don’t want to make a fast decision. It’s like a crossroads, if I move in with Richie, I will have to endure and tolerate him till god knows when. But that’s not it, I will get access to all the information I need to ruin his life.

But if I don’t move in with Richie, it’s gonna be hard for me to get complete information. I think I need some time to think about this.

"I think you are right. We are more like a couple now, it will be totally alright if I move in with you but I still feel like I have to think about it. I will let you know my decision by tomorrow." I say

Richie looks at me as if he didn’t expect me to say that. "What?" I questioned

A smile tugged around the corner of his lips "Nothing, you are just full of surprises." He says and takes a cube of cheese and shovels it into his mouth.

I rolled my eyes. "I haven’t said yes yet." Richie thinks he knows everything, but he doesn’t. He has no idea what’s coming his way. I will ruin his life and not just his, I will make sure that each of his family members suffer just the way I did. When I ruin Richie’s life and make him feel the pain I felt when he killed my mother.

"You didn’t say no either." He smirks and I roll my eyes.

No sooner did the waiter approach us again and we ordered the main dish. I ordered Alfredo pasta and Richie ordered lasagna. The dinner went great, Richie couldn’t stop flirting and talking about how great we are together. While he was blabbering, I was thinking about the moving-in plan and I have come to the decision that I will not be moving in with Richie. Not because I don’t know him for that long but because he is a goddam mafia king, I know what mafia kings are capable of especially if the mafia king is Italian just like Richie.

I don’t know what Richie has in mind but I am not falling for it. He asked me to marry him unexpectedly, which I agreed to and now he is asking me to move in with him. Something seems fishy and I will not fall into the trap.

**

It’s been a few days since the day Richie and I went for dinner. I have already told him that I won’t be moving in with him and he took it lightly, it was almost like he expected that. Things have been okay between me and him although I noticed some changes in Richie’s behavior, he seems to be very angry lately and he is always talking on the phone- yelling and screaming at the person he is speaking with. Not that I care but I am curious, maybe something happened, something about his business perhaps.

I am currently at work and heading to meet Richie outside. He is waiting for me out in front. As Richie’s assistant, I have to accompany him to the buildings he put his investment in. I have to write proper feedback on the way things are going on the site. I seriously don’t see the need considering Richie is going but since it’s my job I have to do it.

I join Richie inside the vehicle, and he pecks my cheek once I am seated. He never gets tired of acting like we are the most perfect couple ever. I look out the window as Richie barks in the Italian language to the person on the phone. I don’t care about what Richie is talking about but I am curious because I think it’s about something important. How I wish I know Italian language fluently. I would have known what Richie is talking about. I only know a few words in Italian and with the way Richie is talking, it will be hard for me to understand what he is saying.

No sooner did we arrive at the site and Richie is still on phone. I thank Richie's driver as he holds the door for me, and I step out of the car. Richie wraps an arm around my waist as he walks side by side with me into the incomplete building. Richie was still on phone so I decided to go and talk to the construction manager about the building situation. Richie says it has to be completed in six months so I have to know what their plan is for completing the project.

"Good morning." I say to the blond hair woman holding a checklist "I’m Rachel Green, Richie Moranzino’s assistant." I shake her hand

"Megan Scott. I recognized you the moment you stepped your foot here. You are Mr. Moranzino’s fiancé, right"

I just introduced myself as Richie’s assistant but she didn’t get that part all she got is the fiancé part which I did not even mention.

"So, Miss Scott, I will like to know more about the building situation. How long do you think it will take to complete the building?" I ask

"With the way things are going, I think it will take a couple of months. Eight months max." She casually says

"Eight months?" I questioned, that’s two weeks later than Richie wants. "But Richie- I mean, Mr. Moranzino wants it to be done in six months. There is an annual celebration around that period and he intends on launching a new building and business at the same time."

"Could you also tell me what documents and licenses are yet to be stamped before the construction project finishes?"

"Yeah, about that. I spoke with Mr. Moranzino, the construction contract is yet to be stamped by his attorney." Megan says and I noted it down.

I was about to ask her another question when Richie approaches us.

"Excuse us for a minute." He says wrapping an arm around my waist.

"I was in the middle of work, Richie. You can’t just do that." I say to him immediately as we walk further away from Megan.

"Never walk out on me like that." He says

"I didn’t walk out on you. You were busy on call so I decided not to disturb you. I am not like you that disturbs every time. I know when privacy is needed."

"I disturb you?" He stops walking

"Yeah, you disturbed a lot," I say

A beautiful smile tug around the corner of his lips and he pressed my back to the end of the wall and stood close to me, I could feel his breathing on my neck and then he whisper "Is this disturbing?"

That sounded so hot, he trails a kiss on my neck and runs his lips on my skin towards my ear but doesn't quite make it that far. I tilt my head and after he took a hot deep breath, he sucks on the right spot on my neck. I want to stop him, I want to say something but I am afraid that if I open my mouth only a moan will escape it.

Richie looks at me and he smiles "I love that look on your face." He huskily says stepping, even more, closer to me. Our bodies were heatedly against each other and before I knew it I felt Richie’s warm finger on my lower stomach and he stops just above my panties. His hand reaches into my panties. I am wearing a short blue gown that didn’t quite reach my knee. It has an open wave curve by the side so I think Richie’s hand found its way through there.

I hear Richie suck a breath through his teeth and he brings his mouth to mine.

"Is this disturbing? He asks into my mouth. It feels like he is just rubbing me, why does it feel so good? I nod and he slows his fingers down.

"Oh, Richie." I manage to say even though I have no control of my body or mind right now.

"Oh baby, I love it when you moan my name." He smirks. "You always do it perfectly."

Is he for real right now?

His fingers reach to the side of my underwear and he gently trails his fingers on the left side wall of my core. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs as his finger keep moving up and down.

Fuck! I have to control my hormones. I can’t do this with Richie.

Suddenly his phone rang and Richie teases me for a while because taking his hand out of my panties. I instantly used the opportunity to get away from him.

Fuck! This is so embarrassing. I can’t believe I actually enjoyed that. I feel so disgusted right now.

"Don’t go too far." He says before putting his phone against his ear.

After what happened, does he really think I would go too far?

Before I could go any further away from Richie, I hear him shout my name. I stop walking and turn around to face him. "What-" Suddenly, Richie runs to me spinning me around, he covers my whole body with his. He wraps his arms around me and presses my head deep into his chest. I am confused, but that only lasts a minute before large plank land on Richie's back. A scream rips out of me as Richie's body becomes limp on top of mine.

"Someone call 911!" I shout, watching the blood start to pour out of the side of his head. Slowly, I pull Richie's body down to the floor and place his head on my thigh.

Removing the scarf attached to my handbag, I press it to the bleeding area. I can't believe I didn’t see the plank falling down, Richie must have noticed it, that’s why he shouted my name. I can’t believe this, he risked his life to save me.

"Please be alright; you have to be fine." Tears sting the back of my eyes as I continue to put pressure on his wound. My scarf is filled with blood, and my hands and legs are covered in it.

You have to be alright Richie, you need to be fine. For me.