"baby let me explain. It's not whats it looks like" her voice broke apart 

I wanted to break his face... I wanted to see how good his head would look on a stick. How dear he fuck my wife?

My face was fuming in anger, How could she bring this guy into our house? in our bed. how could she cheat on me?

Me! Don Alexander?. Who the fuck dose she think she is? 

She was crying. She knew she fucked up big time. No one could save him now. 

I pulled out my gun and aimed it at his head. 

"how dear you fuck my wife?" I gritted through my teeth. 

He was about to beg for forgiveness,But my bullet was already in his head before he even spoke. His blood was all over my walls. All over the face of my so-called wife. 

She was next. I pointed my gun at her. her eyes filled with tears as the first drop fell to her cheeks. 

I was about to pull the trigger when the hand of Massimo come over my gun putting my hand down, I looked at him in anger. What was he doing? 

"She's not worth it" he uttered keeping a stern  gaze. 

He was right... She wasn't worth it. neither was the man she fucked in my bed.

Now his blood was all over my sheets and walls. He was the second man I killed In here. The first was with her.

God the look her face had when I said I didn't really love her. it's still stuck in my head to this day.

"get out of my house," I said calmly to her. 

My white sheet was still wrapped around her body knowing that she was clothed less underneath. She quickly got off my bed with the sheet still stuck on her. She didn't even change. She ran right downstairs and through my door. 

"I need a drink" Massimo sighed walking out of my blood-stained room. 

" and what's so special about you?" he asked with his head still down on my resumé

" spe- special?" I repeated swallowing the lump I had in my throat. I honestly didn't know what was special about me. I'm just a normal girl. 

"yes that's right" he answered back looking up from my resumé. " what makes u better than all the other girls that came for an interview today" 

"I-um" I stuttered. I didn't know what to say. I didn't prepare for this type of question. " I guess whats makes me special is my confidence" 

He chuckled at my answer. I  felt like a total fool when he laughed at me. 

" confidence ?" He cocked his head to the side as if he knew I was lying to his face. 

" well if you say so miss Clark" He continued closing the folder that contained my resumé and other information.

" let me be honest with you u miss, What you said was trash. As a matter of fact, this whole interview was trash. And when the boss gets here you better fix your answers" 

" Boss?" I looked at him in shock "I  thought you were the boss" 

He chuckled again at my words. God, why do I feel so stupid around him? He looked so smart and confident. something I lack deeply since the kidnap with - 

" josh what are you doing around my desk?" a deep voice echoed throughout the room knocking me out of my thoughts. 

" Sorry, sir I was just-" 

"I don't need your stupid explanations" he broke into Josh's explanation, " what I do need tho is my morning coffee, could you do that for me?" 

" of course sir" josh got up looking down at me as if he was telling me good luck 

I guess I should thank him in a way. He did tell me the truth and I was now thinking more about my answer. 

" you must be miss Clark"  His voice hovered over my head. I immediately stood up facing him 

" why yes I am. And you must be-" 

"Austin, Austin Costello" he added extending his arm to mine. 

I took his hand as he gave me a firm handshake.

It was the wrong time form my hands to sweat.

I could tell he felt in when he took my hand 

" shall we begin?"  He moved away from me walking around his desk sitting down in the most professional way possible. 

" um, sure" I responded taking back my seat

He opened the folder that was on his desk looking down at my resumé. He showed no facial expression. I couldn't read him at all. I hated that. He reminded me of- 

" tell me some of your past achievements and job experiences"  he uttered knocking me out of my thoughts once again

I didn't know why he asked when all of that information was on my resumé.

"I, uh." I stuttered as he tilted his head.

I leared my throat fixing in my chair " I went to culinary school for 2 years then I did my first job as a personal assistant "  

" is that it?" he raised his eyebrow at me," says here your 26 years old. I don't know if you noticed but that's pretty close to 30 if u ask me "  

fixing myself once more in my chair I looked at him confused. I didn't understand what my age had to do with anything we were talking about or how it was even related to the interview. 

: i- I don't understand sir" I spoke out softly looking down at my fingers

" You don't understand?" he scoffed  " you had one job in your 26 years of living on this planet that wasn't even related to your major. And now you're looking in my face , sitting in my office telling me you don't  understand" 

His voice raised the more he talked. I was stunned. He seemed like a nice person when he just got here, but now he changed. 

"I-I-"

" Please leave my office miss Clark .. I have no intention of hiring you" he spoke bluntly towards me closing back my folder pushing up to me. 

I got up out of my chair and got down on my knees.. I really wanted this job... This was the only place that called me back. 

" And what do you think you're doing?" he raised his voice getting up from his seat.

" Please, sir... I really need this job, can we just start over?" I begged as tears filled my eyes. 

His face still showed no emotion. It was hard for me to know if he felt sorry for me or if he even cared at all that I was about to cry. He took my hand and pulled me up harshly. It felt like he pulled my hand out of socket.

It hurts but I wasn't paying attention to the pain.I just really wanted this job.

" Get out of my office" he gritted through his teeth. 

His eyes scared me. I was practically shaking in my heels. I quickly took my bag and folder and walked out as fast as I could. 

 " waste of my fucking time" I could hear him mumble as I walked out the door. 

I ran as fast as I could out of that place... there was blood all over my face, I was still wrapped up with the white sheet that was on his bed. People kept looking back at me as I pass them. They probably thought I was a madwoman by now. 

I could feel the blood of my lover drying up on my face. Maybe he should have killed me too. I wouldn't have felt this way.

Ever since the incident with him and that girl five years ago, he was never the same. He didn't touch me like he use to.

I bet he was thinking about her whenever we fucked, I could see it in his eyes. 

I just needed someone who can make me feel like how he used to. I didn't mean to cheat but I was tempted. Now I lost my husband and my lover. I know my father will want nothing to do with me now since I lost Alex.. he only approved of our marriage because he was getting money and protection from Alex. he didn't care if i was in love or not. 

I was in the middle of time square... I heard gossip and whispers 

" should we call the cops?" a woman said to the other 

" did she murder someone?" I heard another voice whispered 

I didn't know where to turn until I felt someone grab me. It was a girl, she looked at me in concern. 

" oh my god, Mam come with me" she exclaimed pulling me out of the way and into the parking lot " get in the car," she said as I quickly got in 

" thank you so much" I praised her. She was a lifesaver to me 

" It's nothing honestly" she smiled then started to take off her jacket. " here. Put this on" 

" no. that's not necessary" 

"non-sense... Take it... It will keep you warm until we find you some clothes" 

With a smile, I took the jacket throwing it over me ... It was big enough to cover my body.

" I'm mona. mona sims" she introduced herself starting the car then backing out of her parking spot

" I'm Hasely" I replied with a smile.

" So what's a pretty girl like you doing on the streets naked?" she asked 

I mean she was nice and all but there's no way I'm telling her that I got caught cheating on my husband of five years. 

"it's a long story" I sighed getting into character " I caught my husband cheating on me with some washed-up whore  after I came out of the shower. so I stormed out of the house without even thinking  with the sheet wrapped around me" 

" did you do something to her?"

"what?" i questioned looking over to her as her eyes were still on the road.

" you know, with the blood and all on your face" she replied looking at me for a short while then putting her eyes back on the road 

" oh.. This isn't blood" I muttered nervously " it's- its...ugh... Paint... yes paint"

"if you say so" she replied taking a sigh. I knew she didn't believe me but I didn't care. As long as she doesn't know the truth I'm fine with it. 

She pulled up in a driveway at some dirty house... I cringed at the sight... How could someone live like this? 

" good she's here " I heard mona say getting out of the car " come with me" 

as much as I didn't want to get out of the car I got out and followed her. I made sure non of its trash touch my elegant body... How disgusting. 

Mona knocked at the dirty door that was supposed to be white

" Lizzy open up" she yelled

The lock then started to open... My eyes widen as I saw this whore walking out... It couldn't be 

" you" I yelled in anger and shock