Becca.
“Oh Jas, I’m so glad it all worked out,” I said after hearing about the encounter with Ronaldo and the Russian mob. Neal had co through for us in the end, as well, since Mikhail was now taken out. I think we all had so breathing room now.
Jas gave a smile, swooping into his arms and giving a gentle kiss on the lips. I let myself get lost in it for a mont as I sat there in his arms. We were on the couch right now after having discussed the entire situation.
“Took a lot of planning and resources, but yes, all of our plans ca through seamlessly. The greed and oversight of our enemies certainly helped in this case, though,” Jas replied. He let out a sigh of relief, his body language relaxed and his general deanor beca a happy one.
“You said you had plans for us tonight?” I asked, not bothering to hide my excitent. Sophia was in the other room, playing with the kids. I’d spent many hours with them today and was happy to have a break!
Jas nodded, saying, “Yes. How does Ora d’Aria sound? I booked us a table on the ground floor in advance. That place will be bustling this ti of night.”
I let out a squeal of approval at his suggestion. “You did? That sounds wonderful!” I said. I’d heard so many great things about the restaurant, and having so ti with Jas after all of this stress sounded wonderful. The tension between us was rapidly fading.
I wasn’t, by any ans, close to dropping my charity plans, but I could now get a little more comfortable in Italy since Ronaldo and that mob was gone. Jas had co through just like he said he would, and I couldn’t be happier.
For once in a very long ti, I was on top of the world. I said, “I’m going to go get ready, then. How much ti do I have?”
“About an hour, excluding the drive there. Think you’ll have enough ti?” Jas asked. I smiled at him and nodded, leaning over to give him a big hug. After exchanging another kiss, I got up from the couch and made my way to the bathroom.
I didn’t take long to shower and get myself ready for a fun night. I dressed in a beautiful red evening gown Jas had gotten a few weeks ago. The slit in the leg was high but not obscenely so. With my makeup done to perfection, I was now ready.
When I erged from the bathroom, I smiled at Jas, doing a little twirl. “How do I look?”
Jas said, “You look amazing, Becca.” He walked over and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, which caused my face to flush.
“Thank you, Jas. You look very handso yourself,” I said, eyeing him up and down. He had on a fancy suit, perfect for an outing at a restaurant. Soon, we exited the house, bidding Sophia farewell and thanking her for staying with the children..
Security asures, as usual, were set up so that we’d be perfectly safe during our outing. Nothing disruptive, thankfully.
Jas was in the driver seat, and I rode shotgun, gazing out of the window at all of the beautiful nightlife that passed us by. Shuddered windows decorated white buildings that stretched down pearly brick streets. I was able to see more soon as we parked the car and got out.
Now, we could stroll down the streets to our destination. The crowd was bustling, going this way and that, cheerful chattering and pleasant music humming in my ears. The sll of intricate cheeses and ats cooked to perfection hit my nose, making my stomach rumble.
Streetlights connected to the buildings on stands with wispy, circular designs lit up the area wonderfully, brightening the verdant vines with little white flowers growing from them. My heart sung with just how beautiful everything was.
At every step, I realized I should give this place a chance, especially since we finally had a few more things off of our shoulders. “This place is beautiful, Jas,” I breathed, loud enough for him to hear over the music and crowd.
“It is,” Jas said, squeezing my hand as we walked. Soon, we arrived at the restaurant and entered, greeted by the lady at the front podium who gave us a brilliant smile.
“Welco! To whom do I have the pleasure?” she asked.
Jas gave his na, and soon, we were led to our table. I sat down, gazing around the atmosphere in awe. It’d been a while since I’d been at a fancy restaurant, I just hadn’t had the ti with everything going on with the children and relocating. Here and now, it was amazing.
The walls were a smooth white and the ceilings a beautiful wooden brown. Archways led into different sections of the restaurant where staff wearing tailored uniforms moved in and out with plates of gourt dishes.
Square and circular tables were covered with white tablecloths, and the comfortable grey chairs had a bit of light cushioning. White lights that reminded of what soone may see at a coral reef hung lazily above the fancy tables. The hard floor had pleasing angular designs.
We sat down and were handed nus. There was an array of pasta dishes that made sweep my tongue over my red-painted lips. Tonight was going to be delicious, and I couldn’t wait to dig in.
When the waiter approached our table, introduced himself, and asked what we would like, I said, “May I please have this dish?” I pointed to one of the tantalizing pasta dishes that sounded delicious.
While we waited for our food, I smiled at Jas. “Thank you for taking here. It’s beautiful. I will admit, I’m feeling less stressed here lately, especially since many of our issues were just worked out. Think we’ll get a mont of peace now?”
Jas chuckled and nodded, taking a sip of his wine. “With any luck, we will.”
It was around that point I started feeling off, as though a withering stare was burning into the back of my head. My heart began to pound, and I swallowed, nearly jumping out of my skin when food was placed in front of us.
The scent of savory cheeses and rich sauces hit my nose, montarily distracting . I stabbed a bit of pasta with my fork, bringing it to my mouth and savoring it for a bit. My eyes t Jas’s, and I noticed his expression fade from a content smile to a frown of horror.
Swallowing my food, I asked, “What is it?”
That’s when her voice hit my ears, causing a frigid chill to ripple down my spine. “JAS!” ca the voice of none other than Allison, like nails ripping down a chalkboard. This couldn’t be real. What was she doing here?!
Jas’s eyes flashed with anger as he snarled, “Allison. You’re not welco here. Get out. Leave.” Restaurant staff was starting to gather and stare at the ordeal, whispering back and forth, likely on how to break this up.
I turned my chair to fix my gaze on her. She was in a fancy, glimring silver dress that brought out her hourglass figure well. Her blonde hair was frazzled, and her blue eyes may as well have been lit on fire as she t my stare.
“You,” she said, in a dangerous tone, “don’t deserve him. You don’t deserve Alessandro, you f*cking bitch, you deserve nothing. The Cartwrights should have won that case. They DID win that case. CORRUPTION WON’T F*CKING SAVE YOU.”
Jas raised his voice as security began to co closer, both those working for Jas and the restaurant itself. He stood up from the table and fixed his stare on Allison, a scowl of hatred spreading on his face.
“I don’t ever want you to show your face here again. Get the f*ck out of here, Allison. It’s over,” he snapped.
“I want you BACK, Jas. I’ll do WHATEVER it takes to get you–HEY! LET THE F*CK go!” her voice was rising in volu, causing to flinch. My stare hardened as I, too, got up from my chair and stood my ground.
“Alessandro has a family now. You need to stay out of our business. You’re a piece of shit that needs to move on from Jas. He’s mine. Listen to what he said. Get away from us or we’re going to have even more problems,” I said in a tone just as aggressive as Jas’s.
Allison’s eyes fastened on , and without warning, she grabbed a knife from a nearby table. That’s when she was tackled down, screaming, obscenities about just how much she deserved Jas and how much hurt I’d be put through soon.
I winced and clenched my jaw, my head swimming with stress. We had just gotten through so much trouble with Ronaldo and Ronaldo’s cronies. We finally put that to rest. Now this?! It was one thing after another. A complete nightmare.
Tears began to stream down my face as I watched her get dragged off. I felt sothing billow in my gut right then. A sort of fire, sothing blazing out without rcy as I clenched my fist. We were finally going to get peace here, and now, this.
Florence was Jas’s turf now. How dare she step here, back into our lives, after everything that happened, and demand Jas back? She was out of it–deranged–and she was going to bring even more hell that I honestly did not feel like handling right now.
“Becca?” Jas asked, causing to turn my head as she was hauled off. I wasn’t paying attention, in the slightest, to the people around asking if I was okay. My focus was on Jas as I began to shake, a small sob emitting from my lips.
I just wanted one night to relax with Jas, one thing to go right! “Yes?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Hopefully, he could hear it, otherwise, he’d need to read my lips. Concern flashed across Jas’s face as he walked over and took into his arms.
I buried my face in his chest and began to cry harder. Everyone was moving around us as if in slow motion, trying to calm down the onlookers, who were frightened by that woman’s erratic, insane behavior.
“How did she get here?” I whimpered into his chest, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close. He bent down to try and reassure of the situation, speaking softly into my ear.
“It doesn’t matter. She won’t be a problem. I’ll make sure of it,” he said. I wasn’t so sure. This bitch had been after him, working with Sergei to try to kill him when I thought he’d died, and now she said she wanted him back. If she was still a problem, I doubted he could take care of it.
Those damn Cartwrights had used their money to get her out of prison–and now, she was here? She needed to be back in jail–or dead.
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