A crack in her door was all Alexandros needed to hear every word that was spoken. Omar, that snake. How did he find out about those things? Nevermind. That didn’t matter. I have to focus on the more important thing: he knows too much. Remember what Lao Tsu said: Appear weak when you are strong and appear strong when you are weak. If Omar thinks for one second he’ll best Alexandros Mossos, he was sadly mistaken.
And for the duration of the next few minutes, ALexandros would keep his position, watching as the caramel duo started making out. First, it began with a kiss. It always began with a kiss, then it became something more. A dance of emotions flying through the invisible air. There was a twirl of irony that he felt in his gut. She ended up seeing a video of him doing what he did best with the Beverly Hills High secretary, yet here Audrey was in the same exact position with Omar Hassan who didn’t know he was marked for death.
Enjoy this you two. Enjoy it while you can, because when I’m done with both of you, there’s no saving either of you.
ALexandros swore, both in his mind, and with a satisfying smirk.
Where he stood, Alexandros caught one last glimpse of the two finalizing the raw, sensual experience both had just ventured on. As he would turn around, Alexandros would make a note of closing the door shut as hard as he could. Knowing that it would interrupt them, it didn’t really matter, for by the time they would notice it, by the time they would go to see what had caused it, Alexandros was gone. Even if, by some miracle from any higher power, they caught him as he left her house, he would be so far gone. He would have already gotten into his car, and left without a single word to either of them.
And when he was gone, Alexandros was gone for good. Whatever Audrey would have been feeling that night, she wouldn’t be able to reach Alexandros, for he was gone. He would not be seen for two more months, missing Audrey’s big birthday bash.
“It’s been awhile, Beverly Hills, but your inside scoop all things Beverly Hills is back with yet another spotting. Coming off the heels of Miss Teen Beverly Hills’ great Hollow Bash, spotted: the Prince of Punctuality, fashionably late as always; the Mossos Mountain himself, Alexandros Stefano Mossos makes his long-awaited return to the Hills. And - what’s this? - a woman is under his arms. She’s not his mother, nor Adorable Ava-Brie, so who could she be? Stay tuned for more deets.
As always, you know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl.”
When Alexandros stepped off of the Mossos private jet, he took in a breath of the polluted California air. It strangely felt refreshing. After being gone for so long, he found it comforting. Still, there was much he had to do. Standing around, taking in the sights was not one of them. Plus, with a very special woman who was going to see it through, how could he lose focus?
Stepping forward, Alexandros took the bag he had in his hands, and handed to the driver who had been standing in front of a Lincoln Continental. The driver was about average height(a few inches shorter than ALex was). He wore a black and grey suit, had olive skin, and deep brown eyes. When he took the deep blue bags, the driver would prepare to put them in the trunk.
Alex would turn around, hearing the moving around of someone from within the jet. As he did, out came a woman. She looked to be of Alexandros’ age. She was absolutely stunning(as noted from Alex himself when he smirked). She had raven hair and hazel eyes. She had a slim figure and wore an elegant, beige dress with floral patterns that didn’t stand out too much. She wore eye-popping red heels. That was probably the first thing one would notice.
Alexandros held out his hand so that she could concentrate on his face without slipping, but what Alexandros didn’t anticipate was that she didn’t need it. She simply pushed his hand to the side as she flipped her raven hair, revealing flawless, porcelain skin, and the subtle hint of blush makeup on her cheeks. “Alex, stop pretending to be a gentleman. It’s not fitting of man of your stature,” the woman chastised Alexandros, giving him a glare.
He scowled, choosing not to respond to her. But he knew she was right. For the past month and a half, she had been right - this woman, whom he has known for quite some time - knew him better than anyone did. And above all else, she understood him.
“So, shall we?” Alexandros wouldn’t hold her door open. He knew she was a big girl. He simply would gesture towards the door.
She flipped her hair, and took her place on the seat behind the driver’s seat. ALexandros would take a place next to her, behind the passenger’s seat. When they got in, Alexandros would briefly look at her before signalling the driver. “Let’s go.”
“Right away sir. Where to?”
“Home.”
After that brief exchange, the car started moving, the sound of the rubber faintly hitting against the road. A few bumps here and there were felt, no doubt speed bumps. Alexandros knew they made it to the freeway when it was a bit bumpy and the sounds of the tires hitting the Californian roads got louder.
“How pathetic these roads are. I thought you said your father was going to fix them?”
“Patience, Alex. Have I not taught you that?” The female, clearly in charge of the situation, rested her right hand on Alexandros’ wrist, stroking it gently. “Just listen to me, and all that you wish to accomplish here will go as you planned.” She said, moving her hand up his arm, each finger teasing him until her hand reached his cheek. “Now kiss me, Alexandros.” The dominant woman ordered.
With a chuckle, Alexandros gave her a kiss. Something about how her cherry lips touched his own was refreshing. Usually he was the one who was in control. An odd feeling being told what to do. Alexandros wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. Indeed, it was peculiar, but she was right.
As they pulled away, she patted his cheek twice with her hand, and turned to face forward. “Now then, when we arrive home, we will talk more about the plan you have for Omar Hassan and Audrey Huntsburg. If what you told me is an absolute fact, it’s only a matter of time before your revenge is enacted.”
Alexandros crossed his legs, and pulled out some champaign. He then got two glasses. He poured some into each glass, and handed one to her. “To the fall of Omar.”
“And to you reclaiming Audrey.”
They clanked their glasses together, and sipped away the champagne until they got to the Mossos Estate.
And when they got out, they would further plan what they had in store for two unsuspecting victims.
“I’m home—”
“Welcome home, son,” Adrianna, along with Baltazar, Ava, Georgio, and Eli, were all present, welcoming the prodigal son back to the promised land. “And who is—”
“Adrianna, it’s been too long.” She greeting the Mossos matriarch with a hug.
“My dear, I haven't’ seen you since our trip to Athens last year.” Adrianna was overwhelmed with joy. “Alex, I didn’t know she was going to be coming with you.”
“Call it a surprise. I figured you all would enjoy it.”
“I’ll say,” Ava would say, seemingly unable to take her eyes off of ALex’s newest eye candy. “To think that you actually were able to score her. Better than that Banks bitch.” Ava had no reservations nor subtle candor about how she felt about Viola.
“Ava, language.”
“Fuck you, George. Viola can suck my invisible cock.” Ava stormed off. Again, her anger got the better of her, despite the warm welcome of Alexandros’ guest.
“I apologize for her. She’s usually less obscene, but the topic of Viola does get under her skin.”
“I understand. The two of them were bitter enemies when you dated her.” The Raven-Haired beauty said, recalling Viola’s unique presence way back when.
“Enough of that, please join us. We have much to talk about. Mainly where you’ll be staying,” Adrianna gestured Alex and his guest to follow them into the family room.
As the Mossos Clan(minus Ava) each took their seat, drinks were handed out. Of course the minors - Alex, his guest, Geo, and Eli - got non-alcoholic drinks, while Balt and Adrianna got some wine. They gathered around a table that had two couches sitting opposite of each other. Adrianna was standing up, holding up her glass.
“To Alex for making his return, and to you, my darling, for helping him find his way when he was gone and out of his mind.” Adrianna raised her glass. “To Florence, for she is truly our saving grace for Alexandros.”
“To Florence!” They all said in unison.
As they drank, Florence simply took her drink in full, legs crossed, and smiling a mysterious, smile with the hint of something hidden behind it. But what could it be?
