Rayven brought the man to Addison’s house. “Oh, my god. What happened to him?” Rayven let the man lay on the couch. “Are you sure it’s okay to put him here? He’s all blood and dirt, Addie.” Addison nodded her head and quickly grabbed the first aid kit she had in her bathroom. She’s not sure if it’s going to help but she’s going to use it anyway. It’s better to do something than not doing anything at all. She went back to the couch and opened the box. Rayven stood beside her, he was panting and his shirt was also stained with blood.“I hope this will help.” Addison murmured. “Rave, can you get me some warm water? There’s a clean towel in my closet.” “Got it.” Addison caressed the man’s face. “God, what happened to you, Salvatorre Morelli. I thought you’re dead.” She swallowed hard. She can still remember the day that the news broke about Salvatorre’s ambush and his death. She was in the office that time, and shock was an understatement of what she felt. She was still waiting fo
Delicious bacon and freshly brewed coffee was the first thing that assaulted his senses. Does that mean that he’s still alive, right? He’s sure as hell there’s no coffee or bacon in heaven. He’s alive, and Simon was grateful that he is. He remained his eyes closed and uttered a silent prayer for the fourth chance to live. He was not sure who to thank but he’s grateful anyway. Ever so slowly, Simon opened his eyes. He expected white paints on the walls, but he’s mistaken. He stared at the ceiling, and his mind processed that he’s not in the hospital. Before he blacked out, he wished that whoever had the heart to help him would not bring him to the hospital, and it happened. He began to scan the place. It’s a woman’s room, he can tell by the color of the walls and the decorations and curtains. He tried to move, and he groaned. His ribcage hurt, and realization dawned on him. He was wounded on that part. He looked down to see a bondage on his wound and an IV connected to his left
After eating breakfast, Addie cleaned the table and washed the dishes. Simon, on the other hand, was in the living room, attending to his own wounds. He winced when he ripped the old bandage to replace it with a new one. “Let me help you.” Addison came from the kitchen and sat beside him. “No, I can do it alone.” Simon insisted on changing it. “Of course, I know you can do it, but I want to help you, Salvatorre.” He glanced at him, and he saw genuine sincerity in her eyes. He let out a sigh and gave her the disinfectant. They were silent for a few minutes while Addison cleaned his wound. Aside from the wound in his ribcage, Simon also endured a few bruises on his face and arms. Addison didn’t ask Simon what happened to him, but Addison was about to ask it. “Your friend, the one who brought me here. Where is he?” Simon started. Addison was just finishing cleaning his wound. She looked up at him and her eyes went back to his wound before she answered. “He’s not here, he’s in t
Addison let out a shaky breath as she looked up at the tall building in front of her. “Sky Palace Hotels.” She read the name of the building. It’s still hard to process in her mind that the owner of that building, a very wealthy bachelor, was in her apartment, recovering from the accident that he just had. More likely another ambush, not an accident. “You can do this, Addie.” She consoled herself. This is what she wants, right? She wanted a thrill in her life, something that would make her blood boil in excitement. This is actually nothing, compared to what she imagined, but it will do. She crossed the street and headed towards the grand entrance of the hotel. The guards greeted her and they gave her an ID card that would identify her as an applicant. “Thank you, sir.” She gave the man a smile and she proceeded to the lobby to ask. “Miss, I am one of the applicants for today’s job interview.” Addison made sure to cover her blonde hair. She used dark brown hair and artificial h
Federico inhaled a lungful of air to make his nerves calm. This stranger in front of him just told him that Simon was alive. He didn’t even understand what that meant. Simon left a week ago to meet with Donald, and he hasn’t got any news from him since then. He wondered what happened to that man that caused him to disappear just like that. “So, you’re telling me that Salvatorre was alive and safe? I don’t quite understand that. Was he ever in danger, in the first place?” Federico should not easily fall for this woman’s game. She might be from the enemies that they knew. He checked the gun that was tucked underneath his table. He always had one stashed in his workplace and even in the mansion. It’s better to be safe than sorry. “He met with an accident last week. That was the reason why he wasn’t not able to contact you. And his phone was lost, I guess he left it in the car when he tried to escape.” Federico was not getting it. That’s too much coincidence there, and that’s not go
After cleaning his wound, Simon tried his best to cook dinner. Addison will be arriving soon, and as a gratitude for doing him a favor he wanted to cook her food. As annoying as she is, Simon could feel that Addison is a good person and he trusted her not to reveal his identity to his enemies. He just hoped that she’ll be back safely and nothing happened to her while doing his favor. It will never sit well on him if someone got hurt because of him. His wound was healing quickly, thanks to Addison’s care and assistance. The woman had been very considerate to him. He glanced at the clock that was mounted on the wall. It’s already four in the afternoon. She should be back by now. There was this worry that was creeping inside him but he shoved it away. “You’re overthinking again, Simon. She’s fine and she will come later. She’ll be here in a few minutes now. Just take it easy, will you?” He tried to calm himself and cooked for dinner. It’s a good thing that he knew how to cook, at
Addison was pacing back and forth in the living room of the presidential suite that she was in right now. If it was in any circumstances, she would have appreciated how magnificent the room was, but she didn’t enjoy it because of the situation that she was in right now. “God, why took him so long.” She was waiting for Federico to come. She has been here for two hours now, and he hasn’t arrived yet. What if something happened to him while he's here? Did they catch him? “Oh, god.” She was overthinking again. All her life she was looking for something that would stir her adrenaline. A situation where her blood will rush through her veins, and this is it. She found it. But she didn’t like the dangers that it brought. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Just stay calm, Addison.” And thought of Salvatorre. He must be worried for her now. She should have been back a few hours ago, and here she is, stuck in this hotel, afraid to go out. She can’t contact him since he lost
Addison looked at the man who just arrived. He looked young, she expected someone as old as Federico. “Are you sure you’re not followed?” That was Federico’s first question. He didn’t even ask if the man was fine or not. She guessed it’s just how everything works for them. Federico mentioned death, and the best thing to deal with death was not to get attached to the people around you. So, if death comes, it won’t be that hard to let go of the person whom you’re not emotionally attached with. “Who is this beauty here? New girl, Federico?” The man named Ryzen smirked. “No, fucker. She Addison, Salvatorre’s friend.” “Hi,” Addison offered her hand for a shake. “I’m Addison Harper.” The man stared at her longer than he should, it was like he was trying to remember something. “Wait, I think I know you. You’re that woman in the pages, right? You’re a writer in the Sentinel, am I right?” There was excitement in his voice when he recognized Addison. She nodded and gave him a smile.