My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my d...
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CHAPTER 3: PASTA VS NOODLES
HAVEN'S POV
The bed I slept on last night was a hundred times better than the bed in my apartment. And yet, when I wake up this morning, I feel more exhausted than usual.
There was already light outside the window when I managed to get some shut-eye, but not even two hours later I was jolted awake when I heard Fierro and the other man I still don't know the name of talking and moving around.
I should go out there and face them, but instead I'm still holed up here in a room that they let me use. It's almost noon, but I'm still here hiding. It's just that I feel like if I step out of this room, I would have no choice but to accept my reality that is so unbelievable that it makes dreaming and hallucinating a better explanation for everything.
"I feel like I'm in a movie or a book. Everything doesn't feel real," I whispered to myself.
First, my parents turned out to be criminals, and a lot of people lost their lives because of their unlawful decisions.
Second, they lose the money they laundered when it was seized by the government, and now the people who own those money are going after me.
Third, I'm now in the hands of a person they owe but seem to be the lesser evil in the story. Unlike the others, he's not planning to kill me. Yet. Don't forget that. He's not planning to kill you yet, but he has no reason not to if you give him a reason to dump your lifeless body somewhere.
I was yanked away from my thoughts when I heard someone knocking. I stumbled out of the bed and hurriedly open the door. The two men don't seem to be the kind of men that you want to keep waiting and I don't want to be the one to test if that's true or not.
I was greeted by Fierro's handsome face when the door fully opened. Despite knowing what they are, it's not like I suddenly turned blind. Fierro is what most women consider a classic looker. He has a timeless, clean-cut appearance with a rough edge that couldn't be mistaken.
But the VIP.... That man was different. If Fierro has a rough edge, the other man was just plain rough. He's every bit as handsome—no, he was even more handsome—and I don't think that is the word that is best to describe him. Everything about him screams with intensity that the word alone is not enough.
Fierro is like the sky when it's about to rain. The VIP is like the sky when there's a thunderstorm. He has an untamed nature, and every bit of it feels dangerous.
"Allessio's making lunch. You have to eat now, or you're going to need to settle for airplane food later because we will be leaving in the afternoon."
So his name is Allessio.
Wringing my hands together, I followed him when he turned his back to walk to the kitchen. We found the VIP there highly focused on what he was doing, but my steps faltered when I saw that he was holding a huge knife.
