Chapter 3

Adrianna pov

Luckily for me, I had texted Ivy and informed her to wait for me at the back because I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

"Drive off quickly," I told her as soon as I climbed on her motorcycle.

"There she is," someone shouted.

"Come on Ivy, do you want us to be caught," I whispered- yelled.

She drove off immediately.

"What the hell happened there Adria?" She asked.

"I may or may not have recognized and called the Italian mafia boss by his name," I said slowly so I could catch my breath.

"The fuck! What have you gotten yourself into Adria?" She asked worriedly.

"Nothing I cannot take care of," I told her even though I knew that I was playing a dangerous game with the most dangerous man in the underground and in business.

She rode fast but unluckily for us, his men were still following us.

"What if we go through the tunnel?" I suggested.

"Good idea," she answered and changed direction.

After half an hour we made it to our house safely without anyone following us.

"Tell me everything she insisted," she insisted.

"Oops, I am very sorry but I have to get a shower first," I said running upstairs.

I knew that she would follow me therefore I went directly to the bathroom and locked it cause when Ivy wants an info she will do anything to get it out of you.

When I was in the bathtub, I would only see Vincenzo's handsome face. I have to get him out of my mind cause I am sure that he is searching for me like a criminal.

Walking out of the bathroom, I found Ivy on my bed making me roll my eyes. I walked to the closest and chose a blue booty short and a black baggy tee-shirt then walked out.

"So, where are you running to next?" She asked and I raised my eyebrow to her.

"It seems you don't want to tell me," she complained.

"So you wanted me to tell you what happened when I was all covered in blood?" I asked her.

"That's not it," she said.

"Then what?" I asked her.

"Aargh. Just tell me already," she said.

"Okay, okay,okay. Don't get mad," I told her

I told her what happened in the club.

"Damn. Did you really have to show them that you know how to fight," she asked me.

"What did you want me to do?" I asked.

"To just fuck your employer, what is his name again? Aargh. His name is not important here. If I were you, I would allowed him to fuck me then I kill him later just like I do to my victims," she said while winking me and I shook my head.

"I am you, Ivy," I said.

"I know. But at least you would have allowed yourself to be caught by the Italian mafia," she said.

"Then what? I have not been paid to kill any of the Italian mafia men" I told her.

"Sadly," she said and laid on my bed.

As much as I wanted to sleep, I couldn't because I was hungry. I walked out of my bedroom and walked to the kitchen.

Yes, I have a lot of them. Actually I am a billionaire. Many of you can ask where I am working at the club and cafe instead of working or having a company. I did not get any college education nonetheless high school education therefore if people find out that I am rich, they will start to ask where my money comes from. Working in a club pays a lot. I only work as a bartender on Tuesdays and Thursdays then the rest of the days I work as a stripper. I also do lap dances. So most of the time, I go home with more than a hundred thousand dollars. So some people know I am rich but not that rich. I am sure they will be shocked when they find out that I am a billionaire.

A disadvantage that will definitely come with people knowing about my true status is that most people will pretend to be my biological parents and even come up with a very convincing story of how I ended up in an orphanage. Currently, I am in no mood to go through that shit. You can call me selfish, proud or even arrogant but I don't care. As much as life has not been fair to me and Ivy in our childhood, we got to enjoy it now when we have money. We always make sure that we donate to the orphanage we were brought up in every month. So every month we got and spent it with those kids. I can do anything for them because they see us as their big sisters and role models even though we always tell them that they should not dream or ever want to be like us.

I cooked pasta. Unfortunately, I have never gotten a job to assassinate anyone in Africa, I would like to go there. I walked to the living room after finishing eating. I did not find Ivy, therefore I know that she is working on the computers. She hardly lives in that place.

I took some snacks and walked to her office.

"What are you working so hard on?" I asked her when I found her glued on the screen.

"Just some information," she said.

"Really? Just some information?" I asked her, raising my eyebrow even though I knew that she could not see me.

"Yeah," she said.

"Sort yourself then," I told her. "I am taking the snacks with me."

I took them and walked back to my room. I switched on the TV and started watching My destiny soap opera. It is always so romantic and makes me feel jealous. I watched as I ate my snacks.

After a while, the door was opened by force and Ivy came in while running.

"What's wrong? Can't I watch my soap opera in peace?" I asked her cause this is not the first time she did it therefore I knew nothing was wrong. She rolled her eyes, making me glare at her.

"There is someone who is trying to get your details," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked her because I was already getting worried.

"Someone is trying to know who you are, where you live, your parents, family," she said but she was so relaxed.

"Who are they?" I asked her.

"I don't know. I tried hacking into their system but I was unsuccessful," she said.

"Why are you so relaxed when they have my details? Don't you know that we can get caught or worse be killed?" I asked her.

"I know that but who do you think I am? Why do you have little faith in me?" She asked and I relaxed a little bit.

"You had hidden our details?" I asked.

"Of course," she said and I breathed out the breath that I did not release that I had held.