Chapter 165
I can't quite explain what was happening. The only thing I saw was Vincenzo turning quickly, one hand pulling me and the other dragging Nancy along. I stumbled a little on my kimono, but he held me steady. His breathing was rapid. His… and mine too.
"Do exactly as I say, or we could die here and now," he said, his voice as low as it was firm.
I swallowed hard. I looked at Nancy. She looked as lost as I felt, but she didn't question me. She just nodded. Something in both of us changed. The Rachel of before would have asked a thousand questions. But now… now I only trusted him.
Vincenzo waved to the security guard, who hid among the store's hangers like a ghost ready to attack. Outside, the black car turned the corner. It was heading straight for us. The engine roared loudly.
Then came the craziest order I'd ever heard:
"Rachel... squeeze Nancy's breasts."
"WHAT?!" Nancy exploded.
My mind froze. Time stopped for two seconds. I didn't understand. But I didn't hesitate either. I closed my eyes and grabbed Nancy's breasts tightly. She moaned loudly, and I froze, resting my head on Vincenzo's chest, dying of embarrassment.
Nancy, crazy as she was, understood instantly that this was part of the plan. A disguise. A show. And she got into character as if she were on stage.
The car stopped behind us. Two doors slammed. Two armed men got out. My heart raced. I lowered my head, trying to look the part. Vincenzo stood still, his hands gripping us like a pimp dominating two call girls.
"Don't look. Don't talk. Just go with the flow," he whispered through clenched teeth.
I couldn't see anything, but I felt everything. The tension in the air. The presence of those men. The way one of them stopped… lingered… and then started moving closer again.
And that's when Vincenzo reacted again.
With both hands, he firmly squeezed my ass and Nancy's, making us both moan in unison. I nearly died of embarrassment. And also of a certain heat, because... well... he was Vincenzo. And even in the midst of the chaos, my body responded. Damn it.
Nancy laughed, making it seem even more real. The approaching man seemed embarrassed, almost irritated. Vincenzo began speaking in Japanese—a firm, seductive, mocking voice. He kissed me intensely, then Nancy. Both kisses left me stunned.
The two men returned to the car, still suspicious, but already visibly disconcerted. The driver entered the little shop behind us. My heart pounded even faster.
The lady behind the counter looked straight at me. Our eyes met. I begged silently. Please, pretend you didn't see. She blinked slowly and shook her head at the man, denying any knowledge.
When he left the store and returned to the car, I wanted to cry.
They drove away.
As soon as the car disappeared around the corner, I ran to the little store as if my legs could finally move again. The woman behind the counter was there, still calm, as if nothing had happened. But I knew... if it weren't for her, we might be dead right now.
Without saying a word, I hugged her tightly. It was strange... we didn't speak the same language, but in that moment, I knew she understood everything. She wrapped me tightly in her arms, like a kind grandmother. She ran her hand over my face, stroking it gently, with a serene smile. It broke me.
"Arigatou..." was all I could whisper.
Vincenzo approached from behind, touching my shoulder. I turned and saw that he, too, looked relieved—though he hid it well. His gaze met the lady's, and he bowed in a respectful gesture. She returned it. A silent pact.
"Let's get out of here," he said firmly, and we all nodded.
We returned to the alley where the disguise almost turned tragic. The security guard emerged from behind the clothes, still holding his gun, watching every move.
Nancy, of course, broke the mood:
"Guys... I know the situation was tense and all, but is anyone here going to mention that I just got kissed and made out at the same time by two of the hottest people in all of Japan?"
"I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Vincenzo Moretti squeezed me so hard that my panties went all the way down my spine. I'm still walking around with them swallowed up!" Nancy complained softly, grimacing as she tried to straighten her kimono with zero dignity.
I let out a nervous laugh, half relieved, half shocked. Vincenzo just shook his head with a slight smile—and as strange as it was… that moment of madness saved us.
"Let's move on. Toward the warehouse," he said, returning to his serious mode. "Now that we've gotten rid of them, we have little time."
We took the alternative route through the side street, still using our kimonos as a disguise. The rain had turned to drizzle, and the sky was beginning to show signs of nightfall. The city lights were slowly coming on, reflecting on the
the wet alleys.
As we walked, my chest was still tight. The adrenaline wouldn't subside. I held Nancy's hand tightly, as she walked more quietly now. Vincenzo walked ahead, with the security guard at his side, always alert.
I kept wondering where Rafael could be. How he was. What he had been through these seven years. And what it would be like to see him… touch him… look into his eyes and feel that invisible bond that only blood and true love can create.
Vincenzo stopped suddenly. We were at a fork in the road. He looked at the map on his phone, then looked at me.
"We're less than two kilometers from the venue. It's about to start."
My heart pounded.
Nancy, now more composed, blurted out:
"I just hope no one tells anyone to squeeze my breasts this time, because I'm already getting confused about who I am in this movie."
I laughed, nervous but determined. It was time. We were arriving. And Rafael… our boy… would soon be with us.
The next step could change everything.
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