Chapter 38 Hates sharing his woman

Staying away from Pedro was what Olivia wanted. Especially when he kept on insisting. Yes, she owed him her life. Unfortunately, she would rather not involve herself in things she wasn't ready for.

Her heart was sealed, her mind made up. Falling in love again after what happened with Luciano was not an option.

“Sorry Pedro…just find someone else,” Olivia continued drying her hair. Looking at herself in the mirror. Olivia let out a sigh and tossed the damp towel on the chair.

“Body?” she mumbled, reaching for her lips. She didn't understand why Pedro's kisses got her like that. So weak in the knees. His aggressive side. The way he got his way without her permission. Olivia's mind was in chaos. She hated thinking more than she wanted.

Settling for a summer dress. She made her way downstairs. The villa was just the right size. Zane had told her it had several bedrooms.

Some other rooms too, Olivia decided to check all of them when she found time.

Olivia was on her way to the kitchen when there was a doorbell. For one thing, the thought of Pedro struck her mind. However, she didn't think so.

“Pedro wouldn't knock,” she disagreed and went to get the door. Fixing her wet hair, which she didn't bother to comb. Olivia pulled the door open, only to find someone she didn't expect.

“You?” It was Luciano standing there all polished up in a red slim-fit suit. He saw her and smiled warmly.

“Hello, and good morning,” he said, handing her a bouquet. A confused Olivia stared at him blankly. Blinking a few times as he gestured at the lovely roses he had in his hand.

“Umm…who told you where I live?” Olivia asked, ignoring his flowers. Luciano pouted, glanced down at the flowers and Olivia.

“Well, a little birdie told me…and well, I…decided to see you,” he remarked hesitantly. Olivia didn't buy it. How did he know, “may I come in or…” he added, wondering why Olivia didn't look so pleased to see him?

“Umm…well, I'm on my way out, I don't think…” she didn't even finish her sentence when Luciano shoved the bouquet in her hands? Unexpectedly pulled her in his arms and whispered “you look lovely” saying that he pushed his way inside. Olivia stood there frozen. A familiar warmth engulfed her. The warmth only he gave her. Thinking about that. Her blood boiled.

“Wow, it's lovely… I love the interior…it's more warm and homely,” Luciano said as he scanned the place. Turning to look at Olivia. She didn't seem okay. Luciano knew he came unannounced.

“Livia…it's … I mean do you have company” Luciano muttered, standing close to her. He didn't understand why the thought of her being with Pedro pierced his heart like a sharp blade. Looked at Olivia, hesitating. Luciano nearly lost it.

“No… I'm just uncomfortable…”

“With me being here?” Luciano asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. The woman was beautiful. Every man's dream. He didn't want Pedro anywhere near her.

“You better leave, “Olivia said, handing him the flowers.

“Is this because of him…your boss?” Luciano said, scanning her carefully. Her behavior was strange. She was avoiding his gaze.

“Yes…please don't bother… I mean, you have no right to question my relationship with my boss,” Olivia said just to irritate Luciano. She knew he was attracted to her. And seeing the dark expression on his face. She loved misery.

“So you two are together…you don't make a good couple, sorry to say,” Luciano shot at her.

“And why should that bother you… I mean, he's handsome, isn't he…every woman would want him,” Olivia remarked, smirking at him. Poor Luciano was about to spit fire. His eyes shot with rage. Nothing smelled more wonderful than him burning with jealousy.

“I didn't come to discuss that… I came to see you if you don't mind,” just like every time, Luciano tried to change the topic. Olivia was aware of everything about Luciano. He was a jealous man.

He hated sharing. He hated it when someone was better than him. And it was true, Luciano wasn't going to sit because Livia was better off with him, not Pedro. Certainly, not that man. He didn't trust him. His aura and behavior were suspicious.

***

Pedro sat in his office, a cigar between his fingers. Smoke blowing from his nose and mouth. His eyes were fixed on one place.

A blonde woman in a short black dress reaching mid-thigh high stood before him. Waiting for him to stop whatever he was doing. With large strides and walked around the desk and stood before Pedro.

“Pedro, are you going to pretend I'm not here?” the woman snapped, she hated it whenever she was ignored. Looking at him, treating her like air. Her expression morphed into a deadly one.

“Talk to me damn it…you left Canada without saying anything…came here and never called me,” the woman added however she got no reply. Pedro puffed out another mouthful of smoke. The lady coughed, waving her hand in front of her to disintegrate the smoke choking her. The smell was something else. Pedro never smoked unless he was in a bad mood.

He never drank so much unless he was in the mood to kill.

“Stop it now!” The woman lost it and snatched the cigarette from him, unfortunately, that was a mistake. Because immediately she laid her hands on Pedro. He lost it.

“Don't you dare!” he snarled. His hand reached for her neck and gripped her tightly. The lady kicked and struggled to get free. Coughing violently as the pain rushed through her.

“S-stop it…let…let go” she choked out the words. Her eyes widened as tears rained down. Pedro tightened his grip, nearly snapping her head off her body however he let go and tossed her away. The woman stumbled backward, nearly falling if not for grabbing the edge of the desk.

’S… y-you devil” the lady coughed out the words. Her eyes were still watering as she looked at Pedro glaring at her.

“I… I came here to f**king see you…and what do I get!”

“F**k off Hannah…leave,” Pedro said, pushing the chair backward and getting up. His movements were predatory. For a second, Hannah didn't think it was her man.

“No, I'm not leaving until you tell me why…suddenly you want to kill me,” Hannah said once she regained her senses. Pedro didn't answer. He was too angry to think. Getting a gun from the shelves hidden away. Hannah took a step backward. She didn't like it when Pedro smoked, drank liquor and held guns in broad daylight.

“w-who are you killing now,” she asked, shaking her head.

“That son of a bitch,” Pedro muttered, he was done sparing Luciano. Pedro's phone vibrated, and he answered it right away.

“Shoot him now,” he gave his orders, not caring about anything. He hated sharing.