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Please vote, comment, and read the a/n. Hope you all enjoy, even tho this chapter lowk fucking sucks. Sorry ab it, but this is the most I could do for now.
Erich's pov
"Trevor, It's nice to see you." I said and shook his head, sitting down at the table. He nodded, pulling out his phone.
"I'm so sorry about cancelling our meeting for last week..I had a personal problem." He said, and I nodded.
"You called me, Trevor, what do you want?"
"I've heard you're planning on expanding your company to another continent."
"That is true."
"So, I would like us to be business partners." Trevor said and pulled something out from his bag. It was a huge piece of paper, and he rolled it out.
"I already have everything covered. I found an extraordinary building which I built around two years ago. We can move some stuff into it, get some workers, and I guarantee you, that your net worth will skyrocket."
"I could give a shit about my net worth." I spat and looked at the building.
"How many people can it hold?"
"Around forty five hundred, It is around seven floors I believe."
"Where do you plan on getting these workers from?" I asked, attitude laced in my voice. Trevor chuckled.
"Some of your workers will travel here, and some of mine will move here as well, you have buildings In San Francisco, Chicago, New York City, Atlanta, Miami, and more." He said, and I sighed.
"I'll have to think about it, talk to my people and stuff." I said and he pulled out another paper.
"Here's a copy of what I just showed you." He said and gave it to me. I checked my phone, clicking Evie's contact.
"Where is this building, I would like to visit it." I said and he nodded.
"It's in Verona."
"I thought you lived in Sicily?"
"I do, but I wanted this building to be built in Verona. It's not finished yet though, I'll call when it is and you can take the first plane out to Verona." He said, and I smirked.
"I have my own Jet Trevor." I said and he shrugged.
"Does it look like I care? Just fly out when It's done." He answered and stood up.
"How about a drink?" I asked, and he looked at me, before chuckling.
"No thanks, Goodbye Erich." He said, but immediately I grabbed his shoulder.
"Trevor."
"What?"
"D-Do you by any chance have a sister or a cousin by the name of Evie?" I asked, and he sighed, running his hands through his hair.
"Nope, I have a sister named Cassidy though." He said, and Immediately I narrowed my eyes.
"Are you sure?" I asked, now my teeth together. He smiled.
"Goodbye Erich, oh and by the way, I want you to come to Italy next week, tell your private pilot or whatever bullshit you have to do to there." Is all he said, before exiting the room, leaving me by myself. I walked back to the paper, grabbing it and opening it.
It was perfect.
A huge building with a shit ton of workers so they could get work done.
It was mentioned on the paper how there were multiple people rooms for meetings. There were a few bars down the street, which could help with business.
It was all I fucking wanted.
But I couldn't help but think.
Trevor Joyce. Evie Hannah Joyce.
A lot of people had similar last names, but weren't related. It was common, and Trevor and Evie didn't look the same.
Evie was pale, had auburn hair, with green eyes.
Trevor had dark brown hair, with blue eyes.
I've also met Cassidy, who had obviously fake blonde hair, and blue eyes similar to Trevor's.
But then again, lots of siblings and cousins don't look the same.
"FUCK." I yelled in frustration and grabbed my phone from my pocket, throwing it against the wall.
That didn't help my anger, and quickly I flipped the table over. I was kinda shocked at myself.
It wasn't the fact that I was strong which helped me flip the fucking table over, I think it was the anger and the adrenaline.
"Erich." Ivana's voice called out, and he turned around, seeing her smirking at him.
"Are you okay?" She asked, but he knew she didn't give a single fuck.
"I'm fine, fuck." He answered her, and grabbed the piece of paper which was now on the floor, and picked up my broken phone.
"Order me a new phone." I spat to her, and shoved the paper in her hands.
"Take this, and give me two seconds, wait for me in your office." I said and she exhaled. She walked to the office, while I walked to mine.
I grabbed my business phone, dialing Jackson's number.
"What?" Jackson's stupid fucking British accent called through the phone.
"I want you to find everything on Trevor Joyce."
"Fuck no, Erich, he's a new client."
"Dude he might have a connection to Evie, just do it." I said and heard him sigh.
"Fine." He muttered and hung up. I walked out of my office, quickly going to Ivana's.
Evie's pov
"Thank you Leonardo." I whispered to him
as we put my suitcase in his car. We got into the car, and I saw a message from Layla, who was talking about some new guy she met in New York.
From what I could read, Layla didn't really like him, but she loved the sex. He was good in bed, and lasted long.
Layla's words, not mine.
"Non preoccuparti bella, you deserve it." He said, and I sighed. {Translation:Don't worry about it beautiful.}
"You do realize I won't understand shit you say when you speak Italian, correct?" I asked, and he nodded.
"That's why I talk Italian darling." He responded, and I smiled.
"Maybe I should learn." I said, and he chuckled.
"Good luck, my darling." He said.
"Maybe you could teach me?" I asked, and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Yeah I don't think so." He said, and I smiled.
"Why not?" I asked, and he pulled onto the highway, before suddenly placed his hand on my thigh, letting his warm touch slowly invade her body, making her go into a slight bliss for a split second.
"I wouldn't be able to hear you speak Italian, I think it would drive me insane to the point where I would have to pin you against the wall and fuck you." He said, and my eyes went wide.
His squeezed my thighs lightly before slowly letting his hand go back to the wheel, steering. My body grew cold as his touch quickly left.
"This is going to be an interesting three weeks." I said, and he chuckled.
"Forse, ma ti divertirai anche un sacco, mia cara." He said, and I looked at him confused {Translation:Maybe, but you'll also have a lot of fun, my darling.}
"What did you say?" I asked, and he chuckled, running a hand through his silky dark brown hair.
"Don't worry about it." He answered, and I didn't respond, simply watching the roads and background.
A/N
I fucking HATE this chapter, but oh fucking well. Life's been rough as fucking hell for me and it doesn't seem to be getting fucking better, and I usually show my emotions through my writing, so get ready for some either really depressing bullshit or some smut scenes.-Julia♥︎