I woke up to a note from my wife, saying that she'd be back from the bakery in time.
And yet she wasn't.
I was dressed and ready to leave, but she was nowhere in sight. I checked my watch and it was one, which means the opening would be in the next hour. I tried calling her, but it sends me straight to voicemail.
So you can imagine just how panicked I am.
I can't think of anything else, except the fact that Eva got to her. I spoke to the security team and they told me that they didn't even see her leave. I almost lost my cool, but I remembered that it wouldn't help with anything if I did.
"I'm back, I'm back. Sorry I took so long," she ran into the room.
"Where have you been?" I asked calmly.
"At the bakery like I said," she replied, going into our closet.
"What were you doing there for so long?" I asked.
"Setting up the final things," she replied.
"By yourself?" I followed her.
"It wasn't all that much to do Rafe. I just put everything we baked where it belonged," she said as she stripped. I was momentarily distracted.
"Why was your phone off?" I snapped out of it.
"It died," she responded, showing me the said device.
"You had me worried Ari," I confessed.
"And I'm sorry for that. I just couldn't sleep, so I decided to go and get started without you. I ended up staying longer than necessary and I do apologize for that," she replied, coming over to cup my cheek.
I held her hand to my cheek and looked down at her. I believed her, but there was something odd about her behaviour, and especially about the look in her eyes. She looked shaken, she was shaking, and she looked like she needed to breathe.
"Are you ok?" I scowled.
"Why do you ask?" she asked as she got back to getting dressed.
"You don't look ok. You look shaken," I replied.
"I'm probably just flushed from running all the way from the car," she smiled.
There was something off about her smile.
I was either being paranoid, or I was onto something, but I knew that I had to drop it either way. If my wife wants to tell me what's bothering her, then she will. I just need to trust that she's being honest with me.
And not compare her to Gabi.
The thought was lingering in my head honestly. My relationship with Gabi had been fine until she started acting the way that my wife was behaving now, so I couldn't help how my thoughts reverted back to that.
I know that my wife isn't anywhere close to being like that snake of a woman, but things like this have never settled well with me since Gabi. That woman is the reason I have so many trust issues with everything and everyone.
It would break me if I found out that my wife was hiding anything important from me.
I left the room and decided to wait for her downstairs. She'd really taken everything through to the bakery, except I couldn't understand how she carried all of it. The main cake she ended up making is too big for her to carry by herself, so who carried it for her?
"Petro, did anyone come and go from here in the past three hours?" I asked him on the phone. Sven was back with the girls at the island.
"Just Mrs Maestri Sir," he replied.
He's either telling the truth, or he's covering up for her.
Or worse; my wife is good at hiding things from one of my best security men.
Something about the whole situation was bothering me, and I don't know if it was just paranoia, or if I was really onto something. My wife would've had to take at least twenty minutes to carry everything out to her car; and that's if she carried them out herself.
"When she was here, how long was she here for?" I asked him.
"Five minutes," he replied.
"And you're sure she was alone?" I asked.
"I can run through the tapes if you would like Sir," he suggested.
I thought twice about what I was doing.
"Get back to me by the evening," I responded before hanging up.
"Who was that?" my wife asked behind me, making me jump a little.
"I was checking something with Petro," I said honestly.
I just wasn't being honest about what the something is.
"Is everything ok?" she frowned.
"It is. You look beautiful," I smiled. She was dressed in a peplum dress that had a black bottom, with a cheetah print bosom and matching shoes.
I only know what peplum is because of my sister by the way.
"Thank you. You look handsome yourself," she blushed.
"Are you ready to head out?" I asked. We had less than twenty minutes to get to the bakery.
"Yep!" she nodded, grabbing her handbag.
We headed out in the R8 since I had no intentions of sticking to the road rules. This car actually reminds me of my twin. I remember the days when the car was just a concept and we'd fallen in love with it then. We'd both promised each other that we wouldn't die without owning one each. He died before he could even own it.
And that's why I own two of them.
Mine is black, and I had the other one made the way he would've wanted it- in black and red. It's currently at his house in Milan, which I still can't bring myself to get rid of. Granted he bought the house with the very blood money that got him killed, I still couldn't let go of it, so I've instead maintained it for the past eleven years while upgrading the car every now and then.
It's the best I can do to respect his memory.
I was surprised to find myself even thinking about Ralph. I always try my hardest not to, because thinking about him brings out different emotions from me. When he died, we were not at peace, and we hadn't been for the longest while.
All because he was both my copy and opposite.
The one thing that set us apart was the fact that my brother was born with a pure heart. In fact, if he was still alive, I'm sure he's the one Gerard would've wanted to see his daughter end up with. The one thing we had in common is our obstinacy.
The very obstinacy that got him killed.
The one thing I regret greatly is not going to his funeral. I was too angry to bother, so I didn't, and Gabi didn't mind distracting me from his death. She manipulated me into thinking that his death was a good thing, and my anger fed from that, to the point where my brother's memory was tarnished in my mind.
It took Gabi's death for me to realize just how toxic she was for me. You would think that given the amount of red flags I'd already received where she's concerned, I would've been smart enough to have let go much earlier, but I lost so much from hanging on.
I also gained a lot though.
It took one look at the girls for me to decide that I needed to leave my past behind. I may have been a shit father for seven years, but at least I had realized that my actions from the past could not carry on with me into my future.
Not when I had my daughters to think about.
However, when I left that life behind, it stayed behind too easily. No one questioned or followed me. Granted I was one of the most dangerous criminals in Italy, I still feel like someone should've come after me by now.
Which leads me to believe that someone finally has.
I've been guilty of many crimes, but none as brutal as murder- the murder of my brother to top it off. I was shocked when I was arrested, but my father managed to make the whole thing disappear without the press knowing about my arrest. I paid him back his money as soon as I had it because I didn't want to owe him anything at the time.
To this day, I still don't know how my brother was killed. I was just told that he'd been killed because of the life that my girlfriend had introduced me to. Ralph was killed because he looks like a carbon copy of me, and I was told that his murderer killed him because they thought he was me. He happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And to this day, I don't know who killed him either.
"Raphael," my wife said softly. I snapped out of thought and turned to her.
"Hmm?" I replied.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"I am, why?" I asked.
"Because you drove all the way here, lost in thought, and we've been parked for twenty minutes and you haven't heard a single word I've said to you," she said, taking my hand in hers.
I looked outside and found people staring our way. They were probably wondering what the delay was, especially since my wife says we've been here for twenty minutes already, which made me realize something.
"Have you been sitting here the whole time?" I asked, eye widened.
"I need my husband next to me, and I wasn't going to leave without you," she said with a small smile. I brought her hand up to kiss it.
"I love you," I told her.
"I love you too. Are you ok now?" she asked.
"I will be. I was just thinking about my brother, that's all," I sighed. She looked slightly panicked, but it was gone as soon as it came.
"Which brother?" she asked, her voice slightly higher.
What is going on with her?
"Ralph," I responded. Something else passed on her face, but again, it was gone as soon as it came.
"We'll continue this conversation later. The people are waiting," she rushed before quickly exiting the car.
I left the car in confusion as I watched her cross the road to where everyone else was. From her smile, people were happy to see her, but it was obvious to me that she was faking it. There was definitely something wrong with her, and I was pretty sure it wasn't my imagination anymore.
"What's up with you?" Joel came to me hours later. Much like everything else my wife has launched, the bakery was a success, and it was still open since it was the launch, despite it being night time.
"Ari lied to me, and I'm trying to understand why," I told him.
"What do you mean she lied to you?" he scowled.
"I mean that I asked her who helped her get everything here this morning, and she told me that it wasn't all that much and that she carried it herself," I replied.
"Ok, and?" he prompted.
"This is footage from the house this morning," I showed him.
He was watching attentively, and when the part arrived, I'm pretty sure his face mirrored mine when I saw it. My wife had brought another man into our house and she lied to me. The only disadvantage here is that the only cameras that caught him, caught his back, so I can't even tell or investigate who it is.
"He's moving like he knew where the cameras were placed," Joel commented.
"Hence my confusion. He could only know if Ari told him, but why would she want to hide him? She wouldn't cheat on me in my house would she?" I asked in thought.
"There has to be some other explanation for this Ambrosi, but cheating is not it. She probably knew you'd make a big deal of it, so she made sure you don't hunt the poor guy down," he replied.
"That's bullshit and you know it. I know you love her to death, but even you have to admit that this looks extremely dodgy. It's like Gabi all over again," I mumbled.
"I'm going to stop you right there before you make a huge mistake. Aretha is not Gabi, and you'll be going down a very dark path if you keep thinking that. Don't do or think anything that will jeopardise your marriage Ambrosi," he warned.
"What the hell am I supposed to think Joel? This is exactly how shit started with Gabi! She was acting all weird and shit and I caught her on surveillance, and now you're telling me that I shouldn't believe that history is repeating itself?" I asked.
"That's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is that you should make sure that history doesn't repeat itself. You never confronted Gabi, even though you were right in your predictions and paranoia. This time, I'd like to believe that you're wrong, so talk to your wife and let her tell you the truth," he suggested.
I wanted to listen to him, badly even, but this was all too familiar. I was undoubtedly retreating to my old self, especially as I looked over at my wife. She was laughing with a male customer, and the familiar rage was stirring within me.
"She's not cheating on you Ambrosi, and I swear to God I will kill you if you hurt her," Joel warned.
"I would never dream of hurting her, but she clearly has no problem hurting me," I murmured.
"You're fucking overreacting for fucks sake. Stop living in your head and talk to her. I'm pretty sure you can remember what happened the last time you didn't talk to someone about your suspicions," he glared at me.
"Fine! I will talk to her," I sighed just as she walked over to us.
"Caro, I need to stay with Rhonda for a few days. She's not feeling well," she told me.
"What's wrong with her?" Joel instantly panicked, while all I could think of was that she was trying to stay away from me so that she could be with her lover.
"Calm down. It's nothing big, but she does need to be taken care of for a couple of days," she informed.
"Let Joel do it," I replied. She shot me a confused look.
"She's my best friend," she said.
"And Joel is her fiancé," I shrugged.
"Jono has to be in Switzerland by tomorrow," she shot back.
"Shit! I forgot about that," Joel groaned.
"And that's why I've volunteered to take care of her. Besides, I'm the only one who can handle her moods besides Jono," she added.
"She does have a god point," Joel pointed out, receiving a glare from me.
"Do whatever you want to Aretha," I told her before getting up to leave.
"Rafe!" I could hear her running after me, but I was too mad to stop.
I got into my car and drove away.
I didn't head to the house. I instead headed to my apartment- the very apartment I owned before buying the house. I hadn't been here since I'd met Aretha. I didn't need to be since I wasn't running from my family.
But right now, I needed to think.
To vent.
I parked the car and headed inside. I always have a helper checking in every two weeks, so I knew the place was clean. What it didn't have was food, but I didn't want to eat in any case. I just wanted to sit and think.
My phone was ringing persistently and it was switching between Aretha and Joel, but I couldn't be bothered to answer the phone, so I hung up every time, until I decided to switch it off altogether. I threw it against the wall and it smashed to pieces.
I was sweating, heavily.
Everything was coming back to me at once. I've heard them say that bottling your emotions is never a good thing, and if the breakdown I was having was anything to go by, those words we proving to be true.
Much like I did two nights before we went to Washington, I slowly slid to the ground, clutching my head. I wanted to drink, to smoke- anything to take away the pain. The first tear slid down my cheek, and before I knew it, I was a goner.
***
Raphael had received a text message from Joel, telling him to go to the football field. He got there, but his best friend was nowhere in sight. Instead, his girlfriend was laying on the grass, a body hunched over hers.
He walked closer, and he couldn't believe his eyes when he found that she was kissing his brother. She had promised him that she was done with her promiscuous ways, and her escapades with Daniel Hugo he could forgive, but not with his brother.
"Ralph," he called stoically. It was the best he could do to stop from attacking his brother.
"Ambrosi," Gabi panicked, seeing her boyfriend.
"Bro it is-" Ralph started, but Raphael knew better.
"Isn't what it looks like? Is this about Celine? Are you getting back at me for that?" he asked.
"This was never about Celine. I don't know how else to tell you this, but I've been in love with Gabi since I met her, and she feels the same," Ralph tried to explain.
"How long?" Raphael asked. Ralph was confused, but Gabi caught on.
"I don't love him Rosi. I love you," she panicked. She had seen Raphael's dark side when he'd dealt with their cartel members.
"And that would explain why you're here with him right?" Raphael said angrily.
"Bro, calm down," Ralph pleaded.
"She just told you that she doesn't fucking love you, and you're telling me to calm down? What's wrong with you?" Raphael asked his brother.
"She's afraid of you. Of course she's not about to admit her feelings to you," Ralph scoffed, triggering Raphael's anger. Before he could strike, he was interrupted.
"Don't do it Ambrosi. You'll kill him. I highly doubt that bitch Mariya would like that," Jordan Hugo said from behind him.
"He's been screwing my girlfriend, knowing exactly how I feel about her," Raphael said angrily.
"He's not the only one to blame here, and quite frankly, I've been telling you that this girl is a whore," Jordan deadpanned.
"Don't call her that," Raphael fumed.
"What the fuck kryptonite does she have over you because I've fucked her, and she's not even that great," Jordan shrugged.
"YOU WHAT?" Raphael shouted.
"I fucked her, Daniel fucked her, your brother fucked her and the entire football team fucked her. Hell, even some of the teachers have fucked her," Jordan informed.
"It's not true," Gabi panicked when she noticed that Raphael was getting angrier by the second.
"See that rage? I need you to bring it with you right now. You can deal with this shit later. We need to go and collect from the Malone's and we need to leave right now," Jordan told Raphael. All he could do was nod, despite his anger.
He knew how important the Malone pick up was.
"Bro-" Ralph tried to talk to his twin.
"Fuck off Ralph. We're no longer brothers. You mean nothing to me. If you ever talk to me again, I will kill you," Raphael spat before turning to leave.
***
That's the last time I saw my brother.
I have lived with the guilt of my last words to him for the past eleven years, and with the guilt of my hatred for him for the past seven years. Gabi wasn't the only thing that had come between my brother and I before he died.
There were so many other things. He found out about my illegal life, and instead of listening to me and staying out of it, he joined, and once he was in, there was no way out. He thrived in the lifestyle that it brought, and I should've fought harder for him.
He was always too good for this world. Even though he was in one of the most dangerous cartels in the world, he still tried to do good. What kind of person would join a cartel to do good? My brother, that's who!
I've been shit at everything my entire life. I've been a shit son, brother, father and now I'm being a shit husband, but that doesn't even add up to fucked up way in which I let my twin down. He was the closest person to me after that snake, and yet I disappointed him more than anyone else.
I got him killed.
By the time I looked up, the sun was rising outside. I don't know how long I'd been sitting there, just staring into nothingness. I'd stopped crying a few hours before, and I was just blank. I was unfeeling, and it was a cold feeling.
A feeling I never thought I would ever feel again.
I got up and got myself to the bathroom where I threw up before taking a shower. I had the headache of the century, and my eyes were pretty much swelling. I had nowhere I needed to be since I didn't want my wife to see me like this, so I stayed in the apartment the entire day.
On Monday I was ready to face the rest of the world except my wife. A big part of me was hoping she wouldn't bother going into the office as I got dressed for the day, and fate must agree with me because I didn't see her for the whole week.
On Friday afternoon, I was sure that everyone was back to fearing me, especially since I had no P.A. I was basically doing everything myself, and I was as grumpy as they come. I'd already replaced my phone since I'd smashed the other one to pieces. I missed my wife, but I didn't know how to fix the situation I'd put myself in.
"You need to apologize to her," a voice said from the door as I was working on my laptop. I looked up and was surprised to see Rhonda there.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her.
"Trying to talk some sense into you, duh!" she rolled her eyes.
"I thought you were sick," I commented.
"I was sick for a day, but I had no choice but to heal myself because the patient had to become the doctor," she replied.
"I don't understand," I said in confusion.
"My best friend was sick for two days because of you, but now I don't even know how or where she is," she sighed.
"What do you mean you don't know where she is?" I panicked.
"You must be out of your damn mind! How the hell are you only now going to panic over her when you've ignored her for a week? What the hell is wrong with your twisted self?" she scowled.
I'm pegging the emotional change down to pregnancy hormones.
And perhaps my own stupidity.
"I have been worried about her," I admitted.
"You have a stupid way of showing it," she scoffed.
"When did she leave?" I ignored her attitude.
"On Tuesday, but I have no idea where she went. Don't bother asking Joel. He doesn't know either. She just left a note saying that she was leaving for a while, but she didn't say how and with who. We've been looking for her, trying to find her before alerting you," she replied.
They waited three fucking days!
"And you're sure she hasn't been taken?" I asked.
"The note was in her handwriting, and she signed off in our special way, so I know it was her and that she left at her own accord. Your fucked up self has to find her because God knows I will kill you if anything happens to her because you're an asshole," she glared at me.
She and Joel deserve each other.
"Where do I even begin?" I sighed, rubbing my face.
"Your billionaire self better figure that out. I expect a report by the end of the day," she replied before getting up and leaving.
I got onto the phone with Sven as soon as she'd left, and he told me that according to his records and the security team, my wife hadn't left our house since she came in on Tuesday. I wouldn't know since I haven't been to the house since we left for the bakery launch.
It's safe to say that Sven was beyond pissed off to learn that she'd managed to leave the house without being spotted by any of the security guys. The fact that she managed to evade them had me feeling all sorts of emotions, mainly confusion, anger and sadness.
I couldn't understand where she could've possibly gone. I tried to rack my brain, but I was coming up short. I called our family members and friends, and no one knew where she was. Of course, my questioning also set off a chain of panicking from everyone, and soon enough I had an angry father and sister in my office.
"What did you do to her Ambrosi?" Gerard asked furiously.
"I didn't do anything to her," I lied.
"You're as terrible a liar as she is. What did you do to her?" Katherine narrowed her eyes at me.
"He was being an asshole. It's what he's good at. The question you should be asking is just how much of an asshole was he?" a new voice joined us. I was more than shocked to see Bianca there, standing with my brother.
"You're out of the safe house?" I asked.
"Obviously! What did you do to Aretha?" she asked.
"I didn't do anything to her," I lied once more.
"You're a horrible liar brother. You may as well tell us the truth because Gerard looks ready to kill you," Fabius commented.
"I may have gotten into a little fight with her and then walked away from her before proceeding to ignore her," I sighed.
"And did she deserve that?" her sister asked.
"Well no. I was just dealing with demons of mine," I replied.
"And you chose to shut her out, even after she's stayed with you this entire time? What is wrong with you?" my brother asked.
"I get it ok! I screwed up! I don't need you all rubbing it in my face. I'd appreciate it if we could all work towards finding her," I stressed.
"If I find her, I'm not telling you anything," Gerard said before storming out of my office. Katherine shot me a look before she followed after him.
"Oh Ambrosi, when will you learn?" Bianca sighed as she slowly sat down. She looked a hell of a lot better than she did when I last saw her.
"I can't believe she's gone. She left me," I realized.
"You don't know that," Fabius argued.
"She promised she wouldn't leave me," I said lowly.
"You left her too," Bianca reminded.
"I left to keep her safe," I snapped. My brother glared at me for that.
"And you don't think there's a chance she did the same?" she asked, despite my attitude.
"You think Eva got to her?" I frowned.
"We wont know anything until she comes back, so I would suggest you work on finding her, as well as on a kickass apology because you're going to need it," she suggested.
Soon enough, everyone was gone, and I was left to wallow in self misery. I didn't know what to feel, and yet even that felt too much. I'd had a breakdown just days before, and now I had this to deal with. It's safe to say that I'm not doing well.
I spent the weekend still trying to find her, but I was coming up short at every single turn. My wife had switched off her phone. I even tried calling the number that Eva had sent me a text message from, only to be told that the number doesn't exist.
"Let me get this straight. You lost my best friend?" Chang asked me. He was sitting across from me since he'd flown in to tell me something, only to learn about my missing wife.
"I didn't lose her. She's just gone," I elaborated.
"And you don't know where exactly she's gone?" he raised an eyebrow.
"I don't," I shook my head.
"So... You lost her?" he repeated.
For the love of all things!
"Get out!" I demanded. I didn't need this.
"Calm down. I'm just trying to understand. What happened exactly?" he asked.
And so I filled him in on everything, down to what we're facing with this Eva person.
"And you still don't suspect Daniel?" he scoffed.
"What would he have to do with anything?" I scowled.
"Your head was always so far up your ass. Daniel is out to get you, and the fact that you married his ex-fiancée must have been more than enough to kick his anger up a notch," he replied.
"But all the shit with my empire started before I met my wife," I argued.
"True, but you clearly don't know why," he realized.
"And I'm guessing you do?" I asked.
"I know everything Raphael. It's what makes me a threat. Anyway, I knew about Daniel and Aretha, but only by mistake. I'd gone to his house two years ago to talk to him about something when the house keeper let me in. He was unavailable at the time, but you can imagine how shocked I was when I bumped into Aretha. She came up with a story as to why she was there, and I believed her, until I asked Daniel why she had been there and their stories didn't match. I'm only learning now from you about her abuse, so I've clearly picked sides. Aretha will always mean the world to me, and if that son of a bitch is out to hurt her again, then we'll get to him first," he said angrily.
What the hell is it with men and their loyalty to my wife?
"That's great and all, but that doesn't tell me why Hugo would want me to be ruined completely," I pointed out.
"Two years ago, Daniel was actually facing bankruptcy. He was in the process of securing six deals that would guarantee that not only would his company be saved, but that yours would cease to exist altogether. Hugo Corp was going to top your empire and run you out of business. Of course your most trusted man Sven caught wind of the deals and made you aware of them and you managed to steal four of the deals from him. He was completely blindsided and it took a lot for him to stay afloat. Now that he's stable again, he clearly wants to take you for all you have, and you handing him Project Aries isn't exactly going to do you any good," he sighed.
"I didn't hand him anything. Project Aries doesn't exist," I scowled.
"It may not exist, but that skeleton you gave him was enough for him to put meat onto it. Now, whether or not this whole thing is a part of Aretha's disappearance can be debated, but at least you know what's going on in one aspect of your life," he replied.
"So, what you're saying is that I'm basically being targeted from all sides?' I groaned.
"Unfortunately. We need to discover who this Eva person is, and just how much of a danger she is to you," he said in thought.
"After we find my wife," I reminded.
"After we find your wife," he nodded.
"Does that mean I have your help?" I asked him.
"You have my help in everything," he smiled.
"I don't know how to thank you," I admitted.
"When we find her, just promise me that you'll always treat her like a queen," he said seriously.
"I promise," I nodded.
"That's all the thanks I need," he said.
Not much was said after that. Instead he got his system out and started tracking her phone, using my phone as well. His technology can track almost anyone, something Maestri Technologies has only just cracked. I do regret not bringing him on board at the time he wanted to be, but at the same time, it's thanks to him that my company is challenged at every turn.
"I think I may have found her," he said.
"Is she still in Italy?" I asked.
"As a matter of fact, she is," he scowled. Before I could ask, my phone rang. It was a number I didn't know, so I figured it might be Eva.
"Maestri," I answered.
"Rafe," the whisper came through.
"Ari?" I panicked.
"Rafe, I'm in trouble," she said before coughing.
"Where are you?" I asked. I signalled for Chang to track her.
"I don't know. I was knocked out, so I don't know. I only just managed to get this phone. Find me Rafe," she whispered before the line went dead.
My blood ran cold.
"I found her," Chang said before writing the address down.
I grabbed the paper from him and headed out without so much as a second thought. I couldn't imagine what she must've been going through. It's obvious that she was in trouble, and the thought that I could've prevented this had me feeling a whole lot of anger directed at myself.
I reached the destination and I was surprised to find that it was a house. Granted it's a mansion, I still didn't expect it to be a house. The sun was setting, and all the lights in the house were switched off as I headed to the door. I was even more shocked to find out that the front door was locked.
That isn't a good sign.
I put my doubts aside and headed inside. The floor creaked beneath my foot, and the air conditioner was on. The whole place was silent, and I listened out for any sounds while my hand searched for the light switch. I found it and flipped it.
"What the hell?"
**********
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