Bullet in the Heart

Elena

As I looked outside the window, blurry as fog, dark as coal, and loud as a freaking eruption of Krakatoa, the heavy rain droplets made my mind go berserk. I got bored from looking down at the window, so I turned my gaze to the ceiling, laying down as the rain kept going. My thoughts soon drifted away when there was a knock on the door.

“Mia amatta, dinner is ready, come and eat,” my dear mother said through the other side of the door,

“In arrivo, mamma”

And then I heard the soft footsteps getting lower, which meant that my dear mamma had left for the kitchen.

It took me a while to finally get the grip to stand up from bed. I made my way to the door of my room, but just when I reached the handle I heard the honk of a car outside.

Weird. We weren’t expecting any visitors.

or so I thought.

I quickly run to the window and pull the curtain to the side to get a better view.

Outside was a sleek black SUV, I watched as a man got out of the driver seat, he is wearing a black tuxedo, with some classic black tuxedo shoes.

A chauffeur. I think to myself. Only rich people have a chauffeur, who is this mysterious visitor ?

I watch as the chauffeur heads to the backseat door of the car and opens it.

To my surprise, it’s an old man that comes out, I look closer. This man is not like any other man I have seen, in fact, it’s a rich man, taking the way of clothes he wears, but he kinda gives ‘I’m dangerous’ vibes.

He wears a tuxedo, a black paisley one, with of course, his classic tuxedo shoes. He has his hair combed back, dirty blond hair, the hairstyle matches him. His eyes are like the deep color of the ocean, dark blue, he is as pale as snow.

But just as I am about to remove myself from the window, something catches my eyes.

Another person. A guy about my age.

This one looks way more young than the other one, perhaps he is the son?

I want to take my eyes off him but I can’t seem to do so.

I can’t exactly take his looks, it’s hard for me to look clear from the window, so I make my way downstairs.

Arriving downstairs, there, in the living room is the old man with the younger one,

accompanied with their chauffeur, on the other side of the couch is my father and mother sitting down. They look up at me.

What in the world is happening?

I break the silence.

-¨Mamma, I thought we were gonna eat dinner..?¨

-¨Apparently, mia amatta, we got visitors, say hello to Mr. Lorraine and his son, Ezra Lorraine¨

Ezra. Ezra Lorraine. That’s his name.

He has Pure-Diamond blond hair, with piercing icy blue eyes, his skin is light too, a light beige. He wears a Ron Tomson Pure Cotton Classic Collar Stud Button French Cuff Tuxedo Shirt, it includes a beige suit vest too. He also wears a green tie. He looks at me, and smirks.

I look away quickly

Fudge.

I just do as my mother said, shake hands with them.

-¨ It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss. Rossi,¨ says Mr. Lorraine, his deep voice catching me off guard

Finally? Is there something between him and my parents? Maybe it’s just for business, after all my parents are well known CEOs in Italy.

What is going on?

-¨ Nice to meet you too, Mr. Lorraine,¨ I answer back

Then the room goes silent. And I can still feel Ezra’s piercing eyes looking at me.

The silence is finally broken by the sound of my father’s voice.

-¨ Elena, Go show Ezra around the house while me and your mother talk to Mr. Lorraine about ….….business ¨

The last word comes out like a lie. A lie with a meaning. But I can’t seem to figure out what it actually means.

-¨ Of course, follow me, Ezra. ¨ I managed to say.

I can hear the sound of the couch that it makes when someone stands up, indicating that Ezra stood up.

-¨Lead the way, my lady~¨