Avery walked inside the salon and scanned the place for the stylist. She was nowhere in sight, so Avery used the opportunity to sit.She placed a call to her however and she picked it up immediately. "Hi, good morning. Where are you?""I'm at the salon. How can we meet and discuss?""Just do as if you want to go to the restroom, I will meet you," she explained and hung up.Avery cleared her throat meaningfully and looked at one of the stylists around. "Where's the restroom, please?""There, just go straight. You will see it."Avery stood and bowed slightly. "Thank you," she muttered and followed the direction that was explained. She entered the restroom, her gaze searching around quickly for the stylist."Looking for me?" A soft voice said suddenly behind her.Avery turned to look at the stylist, a smile on her face. "Should we go elsewhere to discuss? Are you sure you are ok here?"The stylist nodded briefly. "Besides, what I'm about to tell you was gotten through dubious means. I h
"Are you sure about this?"The man nodded once. "I can help you and you won't regret it. I promise."Grey regarded him for a moment. "If you try something funny, I will kill you.""Alright. You can do anything you want to me if I deceive you but I've made up my mind already.""No prob, I will be watching," he walked out of the room and shut it. Charles was still in the living room, waiting for him. Grey moved closer to him."Get the guy initiated in our men. He has a perfect way of infiltrating Giovanni's security. I think I'm going to need him on the announcement day," he explained.Charles shook his head briefly. "I don't think that's actually nice. We can't trust him. He's one of Giovanni's men.""Well, you don't need to trust him. Just trust me. I will handle everything else," he assured..Avery had already prepared a perfect plan to get to the root of the matter. She was going to use her wit to check who David really was.She couldn't take chances as she didn't even know when D
"I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry!" Avery rushed the words as she felt anxious and regretful. Maybe she shouldn't have gone with such a bad plan.Grey didn't reply, his right hand on the steering while the other one was still holding the cup. Instead, he found a nice spot to park the car.He looked at Avery, his expression was somehow frightening, even for Avery. Avery felt he was going to scold her like usual.Instead, he reached for her right hand and stared down at it. "Are you hurt?" His deep voice almost brought tears to Avery's eyes.Here she was thinking that he was angry at her when he was merely worried about her."I'm fine," Avery tried to pull back but Grey was firmly holding her. "You should check yourself. The coffee poured on you as well."Grey locked gaze with her for a moment and Avery slowly released her hand.Grey stared down at it. "It's not bruised. It looks like it will be fine," he looked up at her. "Let's go to the hospital."Avery withdrew her hand now. "I'm look
Avery couldn't believe it. She stood rooted to the floor for several minutes. Was there really a way for two people to have the same tattoo at the same place?"Don't worry, Maximo. She's safe with me," Grey muttered and turned around, his eyes lingering at the door for a moment. Avery stepped back very quickly, fortunate that she didn't fall or make a noise that would have given her out.She walked away slowly, with so much on her mind. At one point, she couldn't work anymore and nearly faltered. Her head felt so heavy, she couldn't really think it deeply. But she had to.The stylist said it was top-notch information and David wasn't Italian. In fact, he arrived in Italy several days after he was declared dead in Jacksonville.That aside, what was she supposed to say concerning the way he made her feel? The way she was always reminded of Grey whenever he was with her.And the tattoo! It was no coincidence, Avery could only come up to one conclusion, That wasn't David, that was Grey.
Grey returned home after being assured that Avery was inside her room. He called her several times but she didn’t pick up. He just wondered what was going wrong with her again and what he had done wrong.Though, he was leaving Italy in two days and won’t be coming back for a while. He might not even come back in years.Grey walked inside the living room but stopped suddenly as he regarded Aphrodite for a moment. She was sleeping on the couch.He sighed and moved closer. He scooped her in his arms and headed to their bedroom.Just as he placed her on the bed, he was taken aback for a moment as he stared down at Aphrodite's opened eyes.“For how long were you awake?” He laughed.“Since you took me in your arms,” she laughed and stretched up to kiss Grey on the lips. “You came late and I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to discuss something with you,” she revealed and sat up.Grey sat beside her and gave her full attention. “Yes, what is it all about?”“Charles told me you would like to in
Alex paced endlessly, as different thoughts collided in him in some sort of crazy confusion. He couldn't stop thinking that Maximo could have deceived him. Could that have been the case?The door opened and one of his men walked inside. "Boss."Alex stopped to look at him. "What did you find?""Maximo hasn't met with anyone. His routes aren't suspicious. From work to his house and then to the club. I haven't seen him with Charles or anyone from Hercules's side," he explained.Alex released a sigh. Maybe it was only his thought. Well, he had to eliminate suspicion. His phone rang suddenly, almost startling him. It was his father.Alex picked it up immediately. "Good morning, Dad.""Alex, I think something is going on in Italy. It looks like Maximo and the rest might have been deceiving us."Alex gathered his brows. "Why do you think so? Did your men inform you of anything?""Not yet. I'm unable to get across to my men but I've sent a few of them again. But one of the spies I planted w
Grey got down and released a sigh. It felt good to be back in Jacksonville. A message popped up on his phone, just as he took it from aeroplane mode. It was from Charles and he only informed him that he had arrived in Jacksonville. Grey smiled at this and turned towards one of his men. "Is the suite ready?" The man nodded briefly. "Yes, boss." The night before, Grey and Charles went through their plans again. Grey informed him that he wasn't going to lodge in one of his hotels and suites because Giovanni and Alex could really be watching, especially with the trick they were going to play the next morning. "What if? Just what if Alex is able to get to me?" Charles had asked a question that hadn't come to Grey's mind. After several minutes of thought, Grey said. "If that happens, we will have to make sure he doesn't leave Jacksonville. We could send a letter to him, from his father or anyone. Something that would make him stay longer till we think of what to do with him. He must b
Chloe furrowed her brow. "What are you talking about? I don't understand. We all knew who Grey was before you left Jacksonville. So, what are you talking about now?"Avery regarded Chloe for a moment. "I still remember how you kept mincing words whenever I speak of dealing with Grey. You used to tell me to be very harsh towards him and suddenly, you were taking his side and telling me to be careful. Why did you say that?"A flash of expression flickered across Chloe's face as an admission of a tactical error. "I might have done that because of so many reasons. I mean we've bullied him enough. He was supposed to live his life as well," Chloe accused.Avery sighed. "I regret my decision now but it's too late, isn't it?" She let out a sly smile. "Grey is dead already. So, even if you tell me anything about him, there will be no problem because he's dead," she teased, knowing fully well that it wasn't true. Grey was alive well, it wasn't a lie on her part. Grey already declared himself