Irene and Tristan sat in the car as they drove back from the restaurant.
"Can't you stay at my place?" She asked with a frown.
"No cara, I cannot stay in the same space with you and not devour you, besides, you are to be my wife." Irene blushed and looked away.
"We're here sir." The driver said and Tristan nodded.
"Here." She looked at the forget me not flower bouquet and blushed.
"Oh! Tristan, really?"
"I don't want you to forget me cara, ever." Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears
"Have a goodnight cara, I'll be headed back to Sicily by dawn." He kissed her and finally waved her goodbye.
Irene stood in front of her apartment till the car was out of sight. She finally walked in with a smile plastered on her face.
"Ughhhh, now you're back to give me an earful on how romantic he was at your date."
"Oh Louis...you should try falling in love."
"I think I'll just stick to the fuck and thrills." Irene laughed.
"You only live once." Irene sighed and Louis rolled her eyes.
"Then why should I spend it with one dick."
***
Her relationship with Tristan much of a never ending fairytale.
From the neverending designer gifts, trips to the best cities and his loving eyes.
So when the question with the big diamond was popped up, she knew that he was the one for her. After 8 months of never ending romance and affection, she thought he was the one for her.
"Baby girl, I'll be whisking you off to Italy by dawn." He said as they walked in the beach.
"You are now my Queen, cara." He said looking into her hazel eyes for any sign of reluctance.
"I love you, Tristan." He leaned closer and whispered.
"Indubbiamente."
At that moment, everything seemed right. At least almost everything.
***
She had given her goodbyes to her employees and friends although she'd be back from time to time.
By the time Tristan's private jet git to Sicily, she was fast asleep.
Tristan carried her into the mansion, the servants all stood awaiting the new Queen but on sighting the small figure in the boss's arms, they were taken aback but still bowed respectfully.
Tristan walked up the stairs to the master bedroom placing her gently on the king sized bed eyes taking in every detail of her perfect body.
***
Irene woke up to the noise from outside the room, she looked around....oh shit! They were already in Sicily and she had fallen asleep.
She had hoped to spend the night with Tristan finally but she had fallen asleep. How silly.
She finally took in her sorroundings, there were dragon patterns on the wall and ceiling. The room was so big and breathtaking, literally like her sitting room. Her family was rich but she had to admit, this was more than impressive.
Almost immediately she stood up, the door swung open and she glanced at 4 ladies holding trays.
"Good morning madam." They all smiled and she froze for a moment.
"Me?"
They immediately dropped the trays on a table, one contained a dress, the second was a pair of heels. Heels? The third was jewelry and the lady had food in it.
"Where is Tristan?"
"Sir is currently in the arms room, we'll leave you to get ready madam." They left and Irene sat there in a daze, did that girl just say arms room? As in weapons freaking room? She must have heard wrong.
She stared at the dress and smiled, Tristan must want to take her around Italy. She picked her phone from her purse and updated Louis.
She walked into the bathroom which seemed bigger than her room in Scotland.
She took a bath and changed into the dress, it was not very much comfortable and it was different from the type of dresses she wore back in Scotland, this was exposed, almost inappropriate. Did Tristan like this sort of dresses? It was emerald but regardless of the discomfort, she lived what she saw in the mirror.
She put on the Valentino heels and walked out of the room with her phone. Woah!
The whole place was swarming with men in black, could they be frirnds with Tristan? She finally saw a maid passing by and she called out to her.
"Good morning, madam."
"Where is Tristan?"
"Mr Torrelli is in the weapon's room." Again with the weapon's stuff.
"Can you show me the way then." She took in the beauty of the house as they walked, the place was literally a palace, like the houses one saw in those old money movies.
The girl led her to the to what seemed like a dark basement.
"Just down there madam, servants aren't allowed in."
She nodded and went down the creepy basement.
"Tristan?" She called softly then she heard low voices.
"Kill me Torrelli, you may rule this city but I'll never grovel at your feet." She kept getting closer.
"Morano....I'm very sure you know that you are of no use to me, so even if you grovel at my feet and eat the dirt I step on, you're already a dead man." Her heart was in her throat, that was Tristan's voice but it sounded different, cold, terrifying and devoid of emotion.
"My gun, Antonio."
She finally reached the place, she saw Tristan pull the trigger at the already bloody man, she turned to the man, her heart beating like a metronome, there was already a hole through his head.
She felt her insides churn, she felt nauseated and wanted to throw up. She just felt sick beyond words and fell back. Darkness.