Hidden Heiress of the Billionaire

When Aria fluttered her eyes open the next morning, she sat up bewildered, having no recollection of how she got to where she was now. She was on a queen sized bed in a bedroom that was as big as the apartment she was squatting in with Bettina. She slid the covers away from her body and stood up, dizzy in her movements. When she looked down at herself, she was surprised to see a scantily clad body. The Almond gown that Bettina had borrowed her the night before was nowhere to be seen, neither were her shoes, nor her handbag. This made her even more terrified. Where was she? His handsome face smiling down at her flashed before her eyes. Major's house?

 Her eyes were still groggy with sleep and her head pounded terribly. Her throat was sorely parched for thirst. She creaked open the room door and peered outside pensively. Standing outside was a body guard. 'Good morning ma'am'.

'where is Major?' 

'He flew out very early this morning, he ordered me to see that you were well taken care of'. Aria felt a deep pang of sadness hearing he was gone before she could see his attractive face and hear his sexy voice, but she was comforted by the splendid breakfast she was served which was unlike anything she had tasted before. 

When she asked, The body guard informed her that she was in the Bacuzzi's manor at Venice. That she and Major had arrived a little after midnight, her drunk body swathed over his shoulder as he took her upstairs into his personal chambers. That he probably took care of her washing up as he did not call the housekeeper to assist him. He coming out all dressed up in a Savile Row suit by 6 am and leaving for The States in his private jet half an hour after that. That no, she was not the special one, but that was how he took care of all the random women he slept with. 

Aria noted his specific use of the word 'random'; she was just a random pick, he'd probably never contact her again, probably move on to the next 'random' woman. She was strangely sad by this fact. She might have been just another figure to the numbers of women he has slept with but it would take 15 years to erase the memories of what he did to her last night. She has never experienced such passionate, wild sex and she didn't think anyone else on the planet would have that set of skills to make her feel that way again. 

At least she has had her fair share of adventure. She came 15 minutes into Venice severely heartbroken, but now she's a bordini brand model and has had a mind-blowing nightstand with the Major Knight and she was presently eating on the vast dining table in his massive mansion, in a kind of house she's never dreamt of being in her next five years. Surely things will definitely get better from here she thought pleasantly to herself. 

30 minutes later, the same red Porsche drove her back to Bettina's apartment. Immediately Aria swung open the door of the apartment, Bettina eagerly yanked her down on the nearest couch probing her for details about the entire date. 

'You were right Tina, I was just some random woman he wanted to sleep with.' Bettina giggled in delight. 'So you slept with him? 

'Yh and it was the best sex I've ever had in my life'. 

'Details, details! Bettina urged. Aria blew out a big dose of air. 'Imagine being an object to the hands of the most good-looking man in Venice with the most skillful sexual prowess. Every single thing in that bout of imagination is what happened'. 

'Ughhhh' Bettina let out a groan as Aria happily skipped from the couch and further into the apartment. 'That is not what I meant by details!!' 

Major rolled up his sleeves and his muscles contracted as he fired not one but three shots into the man's skull. His body guards holding the handcuffed man upright let him fall to the earth already soaked red by his blood. They had first butchered his legs of and dragged his dismembered bleeding conscious body to the shooting site. It was a brutal sight and each one of them was stained dark red from their suits to their shoes. 'Now that is how a job is well-done!' Major barked to the sorry faces of his thugs. 'Why do I have to keep you when I always end up finishing it up by myself?! I have places to be, roles to play, jobs to run, and here I am handling the petty jobs I pay you to do! His face was beet red, its sculpted lines distorted in mad rage. The ringing tone from his iPhone cut the thick tension, and when he glared at his screen he deeply breathed trying to return normalcy to his pitched voice. 

'Yes Haver, I'm almost at there, give me thirty minutes…' He groaned. 'Why did he have to move it to the soundstage, that's like an hour ride from where I am now'.

When he turned back to face his men he saw that they had disposed the body and where doing their best to cover-up the scene to leave no traces of the murder. 'Alright, I'll do my best to be punctual' he spoke into the phone. He motioned to the head of his henchmen, who also served as his personal body guard and together they walked towards his rolls-royce. The driver opened the door for them and they slipped in. 'Give me a brief of the situation' Major snapped at him as soon as he was done with the phone call. 'Samuelo is still on the run and I've sent trackers after him. We found out that Ricci was paying him and Alex to snitch on the location of our containers. Alex told us he was the one who sent those hoodlums to hijack our transportation van'. Major was silently wiping his hands which were discolored by blood on a paper towel. His 20,000 dollar suit was soiled and condemned by blood as well. The blood from his clothes seeped into the lavish interior of the car passenger's seat. 'What did we do to offend him this time? A sigh of exhaustion escaped his lips. He should have known, Sergio Ricci didn't know how to leave his drug ring well alone.

'Our Intel on his base says he's pissed that we are encroaching his territory. It's a clear warning that we should not cross The Line.' 

'But we need to expand and fast.' Said Major. 'Our Clients are dwindling. There is a gold rush for South-Asia swift market and I need to remain at the top of my game'. 

'Could I make a suggestion? 

Major nodded absent-mindedly, his eyes on the dark overcast sky above.

 'Ricci is your future father-in-law, and therefore you can make a proposition to him after the wedding to expand the drug rings together.' Major gave a lighthearted chuckle. 'their drug cartel and ours can never form an alliance, it's better apart than together where we don't have to struggle for authority or dominance over a particular clientele. Ricci doesn't bow for anyone.' 

'Ricci didn't just stop there, he's buying over some of our men to snitch places and intervals of weighty transactions.' 

Major's eyes burned with anger. 'You track the informers down, you make them pay with their lives and lives of their families, you teach the others that the Bacuzzi's don't mercy any traitors who decides to snitch us to our biggest rival!' he shot with a livid tone that made the cool atmosphere sizzle. His body–guard gave a grave nod and the car skidded to a stop in front of a men's boutique. The driver swung out of the car and entered the boutique. A few moments later he came out with two pairs of suits that Major and his head thug would change into since they looked like serial killers straight from a ghastly murder scene. They stopped at one of the Bacuzzi's apartments that is sprawled all over the country and had a good wash and change of clothes. When he was done, he asked the driver to use the shortest route that will get them faster to the soundstage.