Chapter 6
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"Hold it!" I yelled as I jogged to the elevator in my stupid heels. One of these days, I was going to kiss the floor while running around in these.
I reached the elevator to see that the only other occupant of the metal box was none other than my dear dear dearest new neighbor.
I gave him a sweetened smile as I walked in and pressed the close button, balancing my shopping bags.
"Mr. Greco." I acknowledged his presence.
"Ms. Gill." The man didn't even have a smile on his face as he said it. Poker-faced dumbass.
"Do you want me to hold some of those?" I looked over at him to see that he was referring to the many shopping bags in my arms.
I simply shook my head. We were going to be on our floor and in our respective homes in no time.
"Thanks, but I've got this." I smiled up at him.
He did not reply and continued to simply stare ahead at the closed doors.
Is he trying to move them apart with his stare or something? Weirdo.
Hot weirdo. I raised a brow at the voice inside my head.
Really brain? One minute, you are swooning over a Bengali you just met and the next minute, over the Italian neighbor who was simply a cordial young man. You really need to get yourself out of the sewer.
The ding of the elevator was very relieving to me for some reason. Oh come on, there really is something so wrong with me.
Stefano gestured for me to walk out first like the gentleman he was. I smiled at him and made my way to my door.
"See you around, Ms. Gill."
"See ya." I smiled at him as I fished out my keys from my bag.
But the key wouldn't turn in the hole.
Huh?
I took a step back.
My father is so paranoid about my safety that my apartment has a door that needs both a key and a pin code to be opened from the outside.
I turned the knob, expecting myself to be wrong but was shocked to find that the door opened. This was impossible. I could not have forgotten to lock the door the same the security system broke, now could I?
I turned around to see that Stefano Greco had already entered his place and locked the door.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
Shouldn't I be calling the police? But, what if there is no one inside and it indeed was the security system and my fault?
But what if, there is a serial killer inside? Waiting to put a screwdriver through my heart?
I took a few steps back and knocked on Greco's door, not taking my eyes away from my door, just in case someone jumped out of the place.
"Ms. Gill?" Stefano's voice reached my ears shortly after I heard the unlocking of his door.
"I think there is someone in my house." I whispered.
I expected to hear a couple of questions but the dude was instantly in front of me, covering me with his huge presence.
"You can go wait in my apartment if you want to." He said, like it was the most normal thing to do.
Whoa, was this dude a cop or an agent or something?
I remembered seeing him and the other guy this morning at the café. They looked pretty classy, like the secret agents, in their suits, gelled back hair and sunglasses. But that would be wild, wouldn't it?
Sounds like the plot of some stupid movie.
'The Agent Next Door'
"Nah, I will come with you. The door's open so I am worried. I could be mistaken." I shrugged though he could not see me.
"Better to be mistaken than murdered right?" He asked before opening the door and turning the lights on casually.
"You have a gorgeous place, Alanna." He said as he walked in and took off his vest and placed it on top of my couch.
"Thanks?" What was this dude trying to do?
He looked over at my open kitchen and then turned to me. "Could I have a glass of cold water?"
"Sure..." I hummed as I walked over to the counter, looking around frantically to make sure that I was not attacked in the process.
"I am going to take a look around your apartment, okay?" He announced and disappeared into my bedroom before I could say anything.
What the hell!?
I leaned against the counter, my lips puckered up in concentration.
What the hell just happened? Did I just let a complete stranger into my house AND into my bedroom because I thought in my delusional mind that something was amiss?
And then again, why the hell am I not surprised that I was dumb enough to do something like that?
This is so like me to do something as stupid as that, wasn't it?
I swear to god, moving to New York has completely f****d with my brain cells! I am losing neurons like I am losing hair!
I heard a distant thud from my room and decided to check on what the dude was doing.
"Stefano...!!" I called out to him as I walked over to my bedroom with the glass of water in my hand.
The lights in my room were out.
My brows scrunched up in confusion.
"Stefano?" I called out again as I flicked the switch next to the door on.
My eyes fell on the sight in front of me, and widened, the glass in my hand slipping off of my grip and crashing into a thousand pieces.
"What are you looking at?" Stefano asked, sounding the least affected. "I just saved your life."
I blinked as I looked at him and then at the man in his arms.
The man he had killed. By strangling him with my shawl - the shawl my mother had gotten blessed at Varanasi.
I blinked again and looked at Stefano, gulping.
Okay, this was so not in the script.
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