Chapter 3
Stefano braked and the Lexus came to a stop in front of a storage building. Joe got out and opened the back door for Mark. Wearing a dark blue Armani suit, sunglasses and holding a briefcase in his hand he got out, too. Joe wore jeans, a black vest and jacket but not because of the weather. He wore it to hide the Magnum he carried under his arm. The silencer enlarged the gun though the Magnum was big in itself.
Joe stepped inside the building, looked around then nodded to Mark telling him that all is right inside. Mark walked in, too.
Empty cardboard boxes were in one corner of the faintly lighted room, and the furnishings were nothing but a table, a few chairs and an open laptop on the table. "The Old Man" alias Senor Vargas, a burly, grey-haired Mexican sat behind the table and his gorillas stood on two sides of him, grasping their guns.
"Morning, DiAngelo." Vargas said looking up from his laptop as Mark stopped in front of him.
"Morning" he said grinning.
"You're late."
"Stop fucking with me, Old Man! I've no time for this bullshit. Let's get our business over."
"You in a hurry?"
Mark didn't reply just shrugged and Vargas stood up shaking his head.
"Your father wouldn't be pleased if he knew you manage his business this hastily."
"My business, Vargas. My father has no business in
"Okay, li’l boss" the Mexican giggled and reached his hand for the briefcase.
"As soon as I get the stuff." DiAngelo started to smile again.
"Right." Vargas sighed then he started towards the back door. His bodyguards, Mark and Joe followed him.
Stefano sat in the car alone for only ten minutes. He was listening to blues on the radio when an old Ford came out from behind the storage building and stopped beside the Lexus. Mark and Joe got out and DiAngelo immediately got into his own car.
"Get a taxi, when you done with this" he said, Stefano nodded and got out. Now Joe was Mark's occasional driver, he took DiAngelo home.
"What about you? You happy about this bargain?" the bodyguard asked midway.
"What? I've better associates than Vargas."
"But you’re in a very good mood" he stated looking at Mark in the rearview mirror.
DiAngelo didn't reply just shrugged.
"So you screwed that hussy, huh?" Joe grinned.
"Don't call her a hussy!"
"Oh, I'm sorry" he said still smiling. "So, I'm right. You did. This is why you left the show last night."
"Yeah, so be more careful how you talk about her!" Mark said looking into the rearview mirror gravely.
"Serious affair?"
"Very serious."
"Well ... Congrats, Mark, but ..."
"What?" Mark sighed on the back seat.
"If I were you ... I would prefer those well working one night lays. Just think through what if she comes to know who you really are ..."
"Basta!" Mark raised his voice. "She won't come to know. Am I right?" he looked at Joe threateningly.
"Would you able to shoot me down because of that chick?" Joe blinked.
"Of course ... and let that be a last warning to you, she's not a hussy and not a chick. She's the finest woman I've ever met."
"Okay, I got it ..." the bodyguard rolled his eyes "and I won't tell her what your racket is."
"Right! I'll tell her in due time."
Rebecca woke up late, Mark wasn't in the bed; she found only a letter on a pillow, beside herself.
"I gotta go, mia cara, but I'll hurry back to you." Mark wrote.
Rebecca got up and went to the bathroom covered with elegant, dark blue wall tiles and black floor tiles. She sat down on the edge of the large bath, opened the tap and just watched as the bath filled up. Then she took off Mark's shirt which she had thrown on before she came out of the bedroom, turned off the tap and lay in the warm water. She closed her eyes and recalled the happenings of the previous night. Foolishness. She knew she should not carry on with Mark. This should not be more than a job but Mark was not like anyone else before. He was incredibly magnetic, extremely sexy, wild, unrestrained ...
She took a deep breath and ducked her head under the water. Her long, wet ringlets touched her shoulders and breasts gently and she wished Mark would touch her again. She was really in love with him, though she knew she had got herself into a scrape. Mark DiAngelo was dangerous and not as innocent as his name suggested but Rebecca couldn't control her passions.
After bathing Rebecca got into a white, soft bathrobe and went back to the bedroom. She lay on the huge bed, and tunneled her head into a pillow, breathing in Mark's exciting, sexy scent. She was just dreaming about what she would do if DiAngelo would be there when her cell phone began to ring in her hand bag beside the bed. She took the bag into her hand, took out her phone and received the call, not inspecting who called her.
"Mark?" she said softly.
"You miss him?" a deep male voice asked from the other end of the line and hearing this voice Rebecca fired up immediately.
"Don't call me" she hissed furiously.
"I waited for you but you weren't online."
"So? I'll be online as soon as possible. Don't boss around me, I'm not your dog."
"You're wrong, sweetheart. You're my dog and I don't like to wait for information and neither for the finished job. Is it clear?"
"Okay, I'll be online tonight."
"Right. Tonight. And ..."
"Yes?"
"Don't fall in love with him. In your own best interests."
"Leave me alone with your good advice. I just do my work" she said sharply and finished the call. The caller was late with his advice and she didn't know actually how she would finish her job.
Mark stepped into his residence and paced on the white, marmoreal tile towards the stairs. He wanted to embrace his new girlfriend.
"When Stef arrives, pay the taxi" he flung back over his shoulder to the bodyguard walking behind him. He murmured something in response and walked into his own room. Mark took out a white rose from the vase placed on a table beside the wall and went upstairs hurriedly. When he stepped in the bedroom Rebecca was standing by the window looking down at the well-kept garden and the swimming pool. She stood with her back to Mark and obviously didn't hear him to come in.
"Buon giorno." Mark said in a deep voice while he stepped behind her. Rebecca turned round and he caressed her face with the petals of the rose.
"I missed you" she whispered and DiAngelo began to smile.
"I hurried."
"You didn't hurry enough."
Rebecca took out the rose from his hand and kissed him passionately. As his tongue started to play with hers, she thought no longer about the job and what a trouble she got into. She wanted him more than anything else, over and over.
After Joe Brighton paid the cabman out, he went to the monitor room. Stefano went back to his own section of house. Mark was probably busy with his new girlfriend but he thought that prevention is better than cure, so he locked the door from the inside. He sat down before a computer. The other security guards could see what he did, from the outside monitor room but he didn't want anyone to know about his private inquiry. So he disconnected that PC from the security system of the house and then started to search.
Joe gave data like height, skin, eyes, weight, age ... and the name, of course. He didn't restrict searching for
"Who is this hussy?" he thought to himself. He had uneasiness because of her. She just appeared in Mark's life and only two weeks later she spent the night in the house. Joe took up work as DiAngelo's bodyguard about two years ago; he was always by his side since then. It was unprecedented. Mark had affairs with hundred or more women during this two years but he never brought any of them to his house. He took them luxurious restaurants and laid them in apartments of terribly expensive hotels. DiAngelo's house was taboo.
Then, he met this woman at the party and only three days later she had dinner in the house, she slept there last night and Mark left her alone in his private residence while they handled the business. Rebecca won DiAngelo's confidence soon ... too soon. This was why Joe trusted in her even less.
One week later Rebecca spent the night with Mark again. After a dinner in an elegant restaurant and more love-making, she lay in his bed by his side silently and waited till Mark fell asleep. Then she rose from the bed, threw on Mark's shirt and left the room with stealthy steps. She snuck to DiAngelo's workroom like a shadow. She took a look around and listened for a while before pressed down the handle. The door wasn't locked so she entered and quickly set to work. Rebecca looked for important documents with lightning speed and took photos of them with her matchbox sized camera. She didn't switch on the light because the security guards stood in front of the blockhouse smoking and they could notice the light. She put everything back in exactly the same place from where she took it.
Before she would look into Mark's laptop, she heard some slight noise from outside. Rebecca went to the door stealthily and spied out. She saw Mark coming out of the bedroom. He didn't look toward the workroom just walked downstairs. Rebecca quickly slunk out and went back to the bedroom, put the camera back in her handbag and went after DiAngelo. She found him in the kitchen, stepped to him and hugged him.
"Where were you in the middle of the night?" he asked holding a glass of iced soft drink in his hand.
"In the bathroom." Rebecca looked up at him with seeming sleepiness. "I had a bad dream and ... I just washed my face."
"Have a nightmare?" Mark pulled her closer to himself. She nodded while fought with her remorse because she was lying to the man she loved. Mark began to smile and the physical expression of his thoughts pressed against her waist.
"Maybe I can help you forget it" he winked.
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