Page 5 of Milo
I’m wheeling my suitcase next to me out of the airport I used to know so well into the waiting taxi outside of the airport. I tell him my hotel name and sit back to try and relax.
My phone rings in my pocket and I’m quick to grab it. It’s Octavious. Rolling my eyes, I answer the phone the only true way to answer the phone when you’re the little sister.
“Who told you I was here?” I ask with my eyebrow raised.
“Don’t fucking play games with me. There is not one single mile in this country and yours that I don’t have an informant. Why are you here?”
This is the question I hate. A lot of people don’t understand what I do and it’s depressing. None of them will ever understand how thrilling it is to have a child killer tell you why they did what they did?
“I’m here for work. Where are you? It sounds muffled.”
“I’m at the hospital with my girlfriend. Don’t make a big deal out this.”
I giggle. “You have a girlfriend?” The brother I remember would never have a girlfriend or even think about settling down. This brother is completely different.
“I told you not to make a big deal out of this.”
“Is your girlfriend okay?” I make sure to stress out thegirlfriendto drive my point across.
“It’s a long story. You should come to the hospital to see me. I’m staying here until she is discharged.”
“Be careful eating the food in the hospital! You don’t know who has been handling your food.”
He sucks in a breath. “I’ve been doing this stuff for a long time. I’m good.” Octavious hangs up the phone.
I’m delivered to my hotel room in a matter of twenty minutes. The beautiful and palatial style hotel is looming and inviting for guests. When I lived in Greece, I would always want to stay at this hotel as it is so beautiful.
The concierge is smiling at me as I enter the hotel. “Welcome! How may I help you?”
I smile back at her and her my passport. “I’m Isidora Andino and I’m checking in.”
The young pretty concierge looks as white as a ghost when I say my name. Shit! I always forget the impact of being an Andino in Europe. Living in the States no one really cares that my brother is a don of a crime family. The only ones that seem to have any interest are the ones who want to move over here for the wealth and privilege you receive for being involved in that life.
She shakes her head as if to clear it and then refocuses on me. “I’m terribly sorry about that, Ms. Andino. Let me comp your room and change your reservations from a queen sized room up to the penthouse.”
I shake my head and place my hand on the counter. This is the kind of stuff that used to happen all of the time when I lived in Greece. Sure, it was good for my ego. However, since moving across the world to America, I have become more humble. I don’t need the flashy hotel rooms and the flashy cars. Hell, I drive a Ford Fusion back at home when I could have bought a Maseratti.
“That wouldn’t be necessary. Please keep my room where it is.”
The woman stopped listening to me and her little tongue peeks out to lick her bottom lip in utter concentration. “It is necessary,” she replies with a flourish and then papers are being printed.
I quickly sign the contract for my room and see that she has added several spa treatments. My humble side urges me to say something to her, but there is no use. I always forget how powerful my name is.
A bellhop appears to take my bag, leading me towards the bay of elevators. I quickly get on and notice there are fifteen floors in here! The penthouse floor dings prompting us to leave.
I’m escorted to my room and he scans my card for me. I hand him a couple of euros which he declines and leaves me standing there like an idiot with money in my hand.
The room is as exquisite as I would have expected with different shades of white everywhere and a big bed in the middle with about twenty different pillows. The rest of the room is fully furnished and looks just as beautiful as the bed but the bed is calling me more.
I drop my suitcase and quickly get undressed. I love sleeping naked in my bed and can’t wait. I yank the covers down causing the pillows to go flying everywhere before landing on the ground next to me or scattered around the bed. I’m tucked in and out like a light in seconds.
Chapter Four
Milo
One of the most prestigious hotels is calling me as I drive away with my pistol tucked back under the seat. “Hello?”
The woman on the other end sounds frazzled and is muttering about something. “I just wanted to let you know that an Andino checked in and I upgraded her room to the penthouse.”
