Chapter 3 Jobless

Olive woke up in an unfamiliar place but the scent on the bed still lingered on her nose. Where is she? She asked as she slowly woke herself up from her deep slumber. Guissepi left almost 6 hours ago and it was already afternoon.

She sat up, having a hard time trying to recall what happened the night before. 'Where am I?' she muttered as her eyes trailed the luxurious interior of the room. She knows she could never afford a night here.

Just then Mauro came in with a few hotel staff who was wheeling in a cart of breakfast. "Who are you?" She stood up surprised at their gesture. She was wearing a man's shirt and she was suspecting that this young man who looked like he just turned 20 was the one he slept with last night.

"Did we? uh..." She couldn't form the sentences and Mauro watched her dumbly. "Eat." He ordered her.

The man's thick accent registered in the words he spewed. Obediently, Olive ate her "breakfast in silence," her head was pounding and the macchiato on the cart helped ease her hangover. She couldn't much about the night before, and only remembered a glimpse of the man who took her here. She assumed it was Mauro, the guy standing by the door watching her eat.

Once she was done, she showered and wore the clothes Mauro got her, "Uhm, thanks for the night. Do you know how can I get back to the club?"

"I'll take you where you want," he then led her downstairs to the lobby, Olive noticed that the club they were at was just in the same building as the hotel. She just needs to find her car now.

"Sir, it's okay. I can take it from here. I just need to get my car. Thank you very much for last night," she said before walking deeper into the parking lot. Alas, she found her black sedan. It was packed since all her stuff was basically there.

She didn't have any place to go. Allan has always been a part of her whole life. They met each other when she was 12 and he was 14 and started dating 3 years after. She no longer had her parents by her side since she was 17, she had no siblings and her relatives were distant. She started living in with Allan who was working as a policeman, while she was in vet school.

She always thought about marrying him and building a family with him but she was always busy working with animals, while he was left alone at home. What she never would've expected was that the next-door neighbor and her best friend Jona, would stop by and fill the blank space she left at home.

Yesterday was the worst day of her life and the only solution she could think of was rebel. Rebel against her parents for not taking care of themselves and dying at a prime age. Rebel on the body she had kept for Allan. Rebel against herself for always choosing what she thought was right.

But today, after leaving the hotel, she couldn't do anything but get her life back into pieces. But she doesn't know where to start.

Meanwhile, Guissepi was in the middle of cleaning up the mess they just made. There was blood on the floor and on the walls. Dead bodies scattered all over the place. A month ago, an American man named Michael Seymour scammed him with a million-dollar worth of substance. The reason why he had to come to the States from Sicily. And nobody dares make a fool out of the Moretti family.

They're the biggest most powerful crime family in all of Italy dating since the 1900s. People feared that name alone and some are a clod for trying to defy them. The crypto guy named Seymour was one of them and 10 minutes ago they've engaged in a gunfight easily won by Guissepi.

He always hated the smell of blood, and always revolted against the sound of guns. But he didn't have a choice, since he was made for this ever since he was young.

"Boss, we've found the crates," one of the brusque men said. "Load them on the jet."

They've captured Seymour in his rest house in California. He was a businessman and family guy in front of his loved ones, but in this place, he hides his secrets. Down the basement were about 5 smuggled reptiles who were living in unsanitary cages that were cramped and had poor ventilation.

"What do you want to do with the animals?"

Guissepi looked through the tiny enclosures. There were 3 snakes and 2 tortoises. "Get someone to treat them, then we'll take them back home," deciding to take the animals as collateral. It is extremely illegal to smuggle exotic animals to Italy, but he doesn't care the rules can always be bent if you have money.

"Boss, these are smuggled animals though, and this America. It might be hard to find a doctor," Flavio's voice got smaller as Guissepi intensified his stare. He doesn't tolerate excuses and disobedience. "I'll find one right away!"

Guissepi then exited his house and got in the back of his Rolls Royce phantom, "Where to now boss?" his chauffered asked.

"Go find a flower shop, I'm going to my mother," he ordered. He's never visited his mother, not since his father ordered him to never see her again. But he loved his mom so much and hated his father for drying his mother away.

"Guissepi, Mauro just called. The woman last night woke up at 4 pm and had left the hotel in her car," Flavio announced.

He almost forgot about that girl, he wished Flavio didn't have to bring her up. Guissepi pretended not to care and closed his eyes. The more he stops thinking about this stupid crush the better he can move on.

The car ride was pure silence. They were all tired after spending the whole afternoon at Seymour's.