Monza (Formula Men #1)(9)
If he had any opinions or reservations about my inquiry into some woman he had never heard of, he didn’t show it. He was a trusted man who had worked for me since I was eighteen and barely learning the ropes in the industry.
Apart from my career in racing, I also had various sports’ merchandise that was distributed internationally. Though I partied like an animal, it didn’t make it an excuse to slack on being successful in the business arena. I began young because my father was determined that starting at an early age was instrumental to one’s success. It was one piece of advice that could truly benefit a lot of people in this day and age.
Clearing his throat to get my attention, Gino peered at me. “Is there anything else you need from me in regards to this … business, Luca?”
Steadily gazing at him, I wondered out loud, “Is there a reason why she stopped going to school to finish her degree?” After all, from what I recalled in our short stint together, she was rather passionate about the future and what she had planned to do with it. Therefore, it was rather bizarre to hear she had waylaid said plans.
“There’s nothing I could find apart from her being a wife now. Most women that I know usually don’t mind giving up their careers to become a wife. This could possibly be the case for her, too. ”
What a delightful bit of input, I sarcastically thought as he honed in on the fact that she was a married woman who didn’t mind putting her husband’s needs first.
“I see. Thank you for your work, Gino. That’ll be all.”
He made a curt nod before leaving me in peace and to my own devices.
“Happily married,” I grunted out loud, raging at the fact that she was a totally heartless whore who had f*uked with the wrong man.
Happily married.
Right.
What a bloody twisted joke. The last thing she ought to be was happy. Kimberly didn’t deserve happiness. What she needed was a good hefty dose of reality…that her vile treatment of me came with a price…
My anger somehow transformed into a massive migraine, leaving me no choice other than to take the strongest medication the nurse had to offer. Vittorio had advised me against stressing too much, but this couldn’t be helped. Everything seemed to be crumbling at such a flighty speed. I needed to focus on something that would be beneficial to me in the long run.
Revenge…
It could be such a sweet thing, if done right.
Now that I had all the facts, it would only be a matter of time until I took action. The moment I could function without nauseating headaches, I would set her demise in motion.
This sentiment didn’t fully initiate until a week later. Yes, it took a whole bloody week until I could manage to drive a vehicle. It was aggravating that I was invalid enough to deem unacceptable to even manage a vehicle, but I wasn’t left much choice since I had people around me who were strictly instructed not to let me out of their sights. It was absurd that a bunch of fools would take orders from my parents when it was I who paid their wages. One thing I knew, though, was that I didn’t want to be at a disadvantage when seeing her again for the first time in months.
It took another inquiry to find out that they were invited to a fundraising event for next year’s election of the Democratic Party. I wasn’t particularly interested in supporting any parties. This would be the one exception, though. Politics, in my opinion, was a bunch of pompous *s wanting power and, in some unfortunate circumstances, gaining money through corruption.
Since my face was famous for notoriety and the recent spectacle of my accident that had littered the news media for the past week, I knew it would be unwise to garner attention upon arrival. Instead, I had to pull some strings to slip into the event without being noticed by using one of the service entryways for food deliveries and such.
My main purpose was to see her and immediately dash out of this miserable party once I had accomplished that. The last thing I would like to be amidst my recovery and my mission to send the wretched woman to Hell would be compromised.
Superbly dressed with my custom-made, black tux, I deliberately arrived fashionably late so I didn’t have to bore myself with the tedious task of mingling with the liberal society. I had no intentions of truly taking part of the whole fundraiser. I merely set my sights on where Mrs. Anton Gallo was stationed and waited for the opportunity until her husband was busy chatting up someone before I went in to greet the beautiful liar.
Because the event was being held in one of the beautiful, landmark hotels in Rome with a few hundred or so attendees, executing this wouldn’t be a hardship. Besides, women were my specialty, and if I recalled correctly, this sort liked to seek friends and powder room breaks after meals.
I merely wanted to seek her out to confront her, nothing more. Since she and I didn’t properly break up, I needed to see how remorseful she was. If she turned out to be unapologetic and a spiteful bitch, then I would see where this could all go. For tonight, I simply wanted a private word with her.
In a true shadow approach, I remained out of the public’s line of sight. I lingered in spots where I could easily see everyone without having to compromise my identity.
The file that Gino had given me had stated that Anton Gallo was in his late forties, twice divorced without any offspring. I found it baffling for a woman her young age to marry such an older man. Not that it wasn’t uncommon in our society, but typically, the women who succumbed to those kind of seedy arrangements were the desperate gold-diggers who wanted an easy life. They were the types who considered it “work” to open their legs to let the men relieve themselves. It was despicable, yet the practice had been done since the beginning of time. What boggled my mind was where Kimberly added up in all of this.