The Mafia & The Billionaire

Serene

“Boss, Grandma is very excited to see you,” Enzo said, making me raise a brow at him. We are in the garage, getting ready to leave for Portico.

“Me or Alex?” I asked, annoyed. Since Princess told them about our visit, Grandma has not stopped calling me and keeps asking about my husband.

“I think she’s excited to see both of you,” he replied as he put our luggage at the back of the SUV. I rolled my eyes at him before I averted my gaze to the mansion’s entrance and found Alex coming out, walking towards us.

“Ready?” he asked, looking excited.

“Are you that excited to meet my grandparents?”

“Are they not excited to meet me?” he asked as well before looking at Enzo, who was now on his way to the driver’s seat.

“They are,” he answered before he opened the door and got in. Alex, on the other hand, looked stupid and grinned at me, so I shook my head and got in the SUV as well. Princess was already sitting beside Enzo, so we left after Alex sat beside me.

“We didn’t just take an airplane? It’s a lot faster.”

“I like long drives,” I replied,

“It’s because you’re not the one driving.” Enzo chimed in.

“Are you complaining?” I asked, raising a brow while looking at him in the rear mirror.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t even know the word complain,” he answered, making Princess laugh at him. I saw Alex in my peripheral view, shaking his head with a smile.

The drive will be long, but I will surely enjoy it. What I like about long drives is that I am able to appreciate the beautiful scenery we pass by. If only I were not Serene Portico, I would love to stop and take pictures. But I can’t do that, so I just indulge myself by feasting my eyes.

The drives continued, and we stopped at a diner. We were hungry, and we still had a long way to go.

“What do you want, hon?” Alex asked. I was already seated since I got used to Enzo or any of my men who were with me to order for me.

“Let’s go, sir. I already know what she likes.” my friend said as Princess sat beside me. Alex followed him, though I saw his face hardened. Why is that?

They arrived with my burger, fries, and drinks, and we started eating. We had our normal conversation, and I noticed my husband was in the mood to crack jokes, so I think he was fine. Enzo must have told him something that changed his demeanor.

Everyone in the diner looked in our direction as we continued chatting. Is that how famous Alex is? Most women had their eyes on my husband, and I didn’t like it. To mark my territory, I got some fries and had him eat them.

“What the” Enzo exclaimed when he saw it, but my husband smiled and opened his mouth.

“Thank you, honey,” he said, smiling. I looked around and found the women rolling their eyes at me, and I wanted to break their necks. How dare they! There’s no way I will let them have what’s mine. “Here, honey.” When I looked at my husband, he gave me a spoonful of sundaes, which I ate happily.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” I asked both Princess and Enzo, who had their mouths open.

“You just ate on a spoon, which Sir Alex used,” Princess answered.

“So?”

“You’ve never done that before,” Enzo chimed in, and when I looked at my husband, he was smiling at me, looking very handsome.

“He’s my husband; what’s wrong about that? We even did more than just kissing.”

“What!!” the two exclaimed. I heard Alex laughing, and I did, too, because of their looks. I’ve never seen them so shocked before, either. I never thought I would be able to shock them like that.

After we ate, Princess took the driver’s seat, which Enzo refused, but she insisted and won. I don’t care who’s driving since I don’t have a license. Alex offered himself, but the two refused, so he just shrugged his shoulders.

Portico Region is the wealthiest region in the country. Not many people knew about it because we were low-profile. Many businesses were owned by businessmen who lived in different regions, and only they understood our region’s economic growth.

The SUV’s leather seats cradled me as I leaned back, my fingers intertwined with Alex’s. His thumb traced comforting circles on the back of my hand, but my mind was elsewhere, scanning the road through tinted windows. Princess, drive silently. At the same time, Enzo’s keen eyes darted from side to side, watching for any sign of trouble.

The first car slid in behind us, unnoticed at first. Then another. When the fifth car appeared, I felt the tension ripple through the SUV. We were being surrounded.

“Princess,” I said, my voice calm but commanding. She didn’t need any more instructions. The SUV roared to life, picking up speed as we hit the road. The tailing cars matched our pace.

Enzo turned in his seat, a handgun appearing as if by magic in his hands, and handed me one. “Five cars,” he reported. “They’re spreading out, trying to box us in.”

Alex squeezed my hand, his jaw tight. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, just a little delay,” I replied steely. “Princess, lose them.”

She grunted, her eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. “Hang on,” she said, swerving the SUV sharply to the left, narrowly missing a guardrail. The sudden move brought us some distance, but the five cars adjusted, relentless in their pursuit.

“Enzo, get ready,” I ordered. He nodded, rolling down his window and leaning out slightly. His first shot rang out, hitting the front tire of the nearest car. It swerved violently before crashing into the median, but the others didn’t falter.

“Nice shot,” Alex said after seeing what happened. “Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked. I looked at him, confused. He should be weary, if not scared, since what’s happening is not normal for him.

“Just stay down,” I told him. Then, I rolled down my window and aimed at the left car. My shot shattered the windshield, and the driver lost control, veering off the road.

“Two down,” I muttered, adrenaline pumping through my veins. The remaining three cars accelerated, attempting to flank us. Princess swerved again, dodging an incoming car that tried to ram us from the side.

“They’re getting desperate,” Alex said, so I fired at another car that had pulled up dangerously close and hit the radiator, causing smoke to billow as it fell behind.

“Princess, get us to a safe place,” I ordered. She nodded, taking an exit off the highway. We have a safe house a few miles down a winding, forested road-an advantage for us.

Enzo fired again, taking out another tire. The car skidded, flipped, and disappeared from view. Only two are left.

The forest swallowed us as we raced down the narrow road. Branches scratched at the sides of the SUV, but Princess didn’t slow down. She knew what was at stake.

“The last two are persistent,” Alex growled, his focus unbroken.

“They’ll regret it,” I said, aiming at one of the remaining cars. My shot hit the driver’s side window but didn’t stop them. They were closing in, trying to force us off the road.

“Hold on!” Princess yelled, making a hard turn onto a dirt path. The SUV bounced, and the last two cars struggled to maintain control.

Enzo pulled another tire out. The second-to-last car spun out, crashing into a tree. Only one remained. It was right behind us, with its bumper nearly touching ours.

“Enzo, where’s the spare?” I called out, requesting more firepower.

“Under your seat,” he replied.

I reached down, my fingers catching the handle of a hidden compartment. Inside, a sleek black gun waited. I grabbed it, feeling its weight settle comfortably in my hand.

“Time to end this,” I said confidently and leaned out of my window with my gun aimed. Then I fired simultaneously, with my bullets finding their marks. The final car’s engine sputtered, smoke pouring from under its hood before it rolled to a stop.

“You got them,” Alex said, his voice filled with amazement.

Princess slowed the SUV as we approached the safehouse, its gates opening to welcome us. I took a deep breath. The danger passed, but my guard remained up. This wasn’t over-far from it.

“We’ll stay here for a while and plan our next move,” I said, looking at them. “They won’t catch us off guard again.”

Alex nodded, his hand finding mine once more. We walked into the safehouse together. I know he already knew what kind of life I was living. I could feel he already occupied a special place in my heart, and if he decided to divorce me because of what happened earlier, I was going to let him go, no matter how painful it would be.