Chapter 15

*****Faye's POV*****

"You both understand?" Jaxon concludes, as we both nod up at him from the sofa.

It was now 9pm, the three of them where getting ready to leave, and the other men from the plane had also turned up now - I'm only assuming to go with them.

"Stay here." He states again with a nod, earning a nod back back from the both of us - again.

"Yeah we get it." Mike gives him a thumbs up, as we lay under the grey fluffy blanket that we had found, waiting for them all to just get out already.

The odd thing was that they all wore full black outfits and spoke in low hushed tones as they moved around the house to find whatever they needed to take with them. They quite simply looked as though they where ready to rob a bank...

I found it to be WAY too big of a coincidence, and clearly understood that there was some sort of illegal secret mission likely to be happening.

We had no intentions of leaving this house, we wanted to just stay here, relax and watch a movie on his oversized TV, however Jaxon wouldn't just accept our words as promise. He had been in here threatening us for at least fifteen minutes now...

"There is men outside guarding the house, if I so much as get one call to say that you are both trying to leave, It will only cause a fucking storm. Now we need to go, we won't be long." He FINALLY ends his lecture, before I offer a small wave and hear the men pile out of the front doors.

"Shall I lock the doors behind them?" I ponder out loud, feeling uneasy and not wanting to discover what exactly they planned on getting up to tonight.

"Probably! I'm not protecting us from any intruder!" Mike adds as I stand from my cosy spot and follow through with my idea.

I rush down the hallway, before turning the locks. I hear the click and decide to do the same with the back doors.

Moments later I return, seeing Michael flash me a wicked grin as though he had just thought of something spectacular...

"You'll never guess what I saw earlier!" He cheers at the sudden memory, standing from his spot now too before leading me out and into the kitchen.

I follow him cautiously, as he leads me in and towards a large door that I hadn't noticed until now. He shoots me one last grin before he pulls it open to reveal a large alcohol refrigerator!

"Oh my! They have everything in here!" I gasp and rake my eyes across the numerous bottles, as Mike turns to wiggle his brows at me suggestively.

"They did say to make ourselves at home right?" Mike adds, as I nod eagerly - fully understanding his plan.

The only rule we had was not to leave...

"We have stuff in here for cocktails!" Mike cheers, beginning to pull bottles from the fridge as I move to search the cabinets for cups.

"Let's get drunk! Regardless if we've been kidnapped and brought to Italy against our will, this is a fucking dream come true! They can kidnap me anytime!" He begins to mix drinks in the blender, as I giggle at how ridiculous he is.

If he wasn't here with me this would have been a completely different scenario...

I watch as he shuffles around effortlessly, whipping us up our first drink of the night, before we decide to sit in the living area again - taking our drinks with us.

"This tastes amazing!" I compliment, taking a large gulp of the concoction he had made, as we clink our glasses and continue to drink.

"This is actually so fun being here with you!" I admit, as Mike flashes me a genuine smile.

"Can you imagine if they had separated us Faye?! I would have died of a broken heart!" He fakes a faint, as I giggle at his dramatics.

"No for real, I don't think they understand that after what happened to your parents, we are literally all each-other have left." Mike concludes, grabbing my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Don't Mike! You'll make me cry! I'm not even drunk yet!" I complain, as we both laugh and decide to flick through the Netflix movies briefly...

"Nah I'm not really in the movie mood anymore... how about Spotify for some music?" I suggest, as he nods and switches to the app on the smart TV.

"I like your thinking! We would end up not even watching the damn movie anyhow!" He laughs, as we decide to play some Doja Cat.

"Let's get another drink!" I state, having feverishly drank the whole contents of the first one already as we both begin to dance to the loud music.

"Let's make this like our little hen party for you!" Mike roars out a laugh at how ridiculous the statement sounded, as I grab the bridge of my nose and feel my cheeks flare up.

"I still cannot fucking believe that... I'm just waiting for him to say that he's kidding!" I laugh too, still unable to process the whole wedding scenario as of just yet.

I just kept telling myself it was a sick prank...

I see a bottle of tequila rose perched high on the shelf, and decide to grab it. I was known for drinking the pink liquid straight from the bottle, however decided against the tempting thought and instead poured six shots that myself and Mike chucked back with ease one after another.

It was now going on 10pm, and we hadn't even properly started our little party yet, but something told me that we both deserved this night more than anyone...

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******Jaxons POV******

"Questo stronzo è già in ritardo!" I rage down the call at Romano, having been here for almost five minutes over the agreed time now.

(This asshole is already late!)

I hang up, not wanting to hear his petty excuses, deciding that my call would be enough to make him shit his pants.

"Boss they're approaching." I hear the sweet words come through my radio moments later, as I remain in the car.

He can come to me for his money.

I watch as the six blacked out cars roll into the abandoned lot, pulling around my group before parking up.

Seth and Nico step out of their car, as I see Romano approach them first - probably to ask where I was.

They talk briefly, before Romano walks back, to what I'm assuming is Lorenzos car, as I wait, becoming bored with the whole ordeal already.

Soon enough, more doors swing open, revealing the rest of their men as they climb out and shuffle hastily on the gravel.

I observe my own men who also take this as their queue to exit their cars.

I watch the fat grinning figure wobble towards my men, giving some of them a little nod and a wave, as though he where a celebrity to them, before Romano gestures towards my car.

Lorenzo begins to hobble towards me, as I roll my eyes at how much the man had convinced himself that he was now on top of the gangster world.

Soon enough, his swollen hand knocks gently on my window, as I unlock the car doors allowing for him to climb inside.

"Jax my boy! How is things?" He humphs his way into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him as he turns to flash me his freshly done veneers.

"Good. How much do I owe you?" I cut to the chase, as he lets go of a deep laugh.

"Never been the one for meaningless chats have you my boy?" He continues on, as I grip the wheel in frustration.

"How's your father? I hear that you've to be married to miss Eden soon? I hope I'll be invited." He presses, as I release a breath.

I didn't like this man - never have. In fact, I thought he was nothing more than a pig. Let's just say he was currently in his sixties and his newest wife, had just turned twenty. This had been a habit of his since I was a young boy, seeing him and my father meet up regularly whilst he always had a different younger female hanging from his arm.

I specifically remember him telling me that I would 'get the ladies like him one day' and I just remember wondering why anyone would choose to be with this man for longer than five seconds... let alone as a partner.

"I actually think Eden would be more suited to you Lorenzo no?" I cock a brow, as he shifts in his seat and laughs again - pulling at the tight shirt collar around his neck.

After all Eden and Lorenzo where closer in age and where both tarts - sounds like a match made in heaven to me.

"Oh you already know that I'm a married man Jaxon!" He holds up his swollen ring finger, being suffocated by the gold jewellery, as I scoff.

"How much?" I reinstate, as he fixes his tie beside me this time.

"Twenty." He finally states, as I am the next to laugh at his sarcasm.

"Twenty grand? What a bargain." I shake my head in disbelief, hoping that for his sake he wasn't actually attempting to swindle me.

"No boy it was agreed twenty million for the weapons you ordered yes? Romano said he had settled the amount on both ends." Lorenzo continued, avoiding eye contact and releasing an awkward cough.

"Is that right?" I raise a brow, before rolling my window down and yelling for Romano himself to approach the car.

"Boss?" His Italian accent finally meets my ears as he leans in my driver side window...

"Romano how much did we agree to pay for the weapons?" I stare ahead, far too prepared for what was about to go down.

"Ten million boss!"

Perfect.

Just perfect.