Chapter 92 Target Locked...

A pair of blue eyes fluttered open to the blinding light coming in from the floor to ceiling window. A hand run through a bush of blue hair on one's head. Dylan looked over to Esmeralda lying beside him leaving her bare milky white back exposed to him.

Her body formed an S shape as she lay on her side with a white bed sheet covering her from her waist downwards. Dylan could not resist the beautiful scene before him. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder before tucking her hair behind her ear before he pressed his lips on her earlobe.

He saw her lips lift and a contented sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed back into sleep. With that, he got out of bed in his naked glory and took leisurely steps to the bathroom where he took a shower.

He didn't take longer than five minutes before he came out in a towel. Esmeralda was still sleeping but this time she had turned over exposing her breasts to him as her chest rose and fell from her steady breathing. She was a breath taking sight. Dylan knew it deep down that this woman could only belong to him and no one else.

He dressed up in a dark blue pair of trousers and a white shirt whose sleeves he had rolled up. He left the first three buttons undone to expose his smooth chest. He went to the kitchen and took out some fresh ingredients from the fridge and pantry to make breakfast.

He threw on an apron before whipping up a pancake mixture. With a little oil in the pan, he poured a little bit of the pancake mixture. The man had a concentrated expression as he flipped over the first pancake.

"Mmm", Esmeralda hummed as she wrapped her arms around him from behind.

He felt the warmth of her body from such close contact. He placed the ready pancake aside and switched off the cooker before turning to face her. She looked up from his embrace and cutely pouted her lips at him.

"Good morning", he pecked her lips. He took in what she was wearing and a frown settled on his face. "What did I say about this?"

She looked down before a tinge of red spread on her cheeks. "Dylan, it's too embarrassing to do it."

"Come on, it's for my eyes only. Be good."

She sighed before releasing herself from his embrace and letting go of the robe. He smiled when she pressed her now nude body against his clothed one. She smacked his chest when she saw his smile.

"And why are you all dressed up?" she whined. She had taken in his attire when she had walked into the kitchen earlier.

? "I'm going somewhere."

Her head shot up and she looked into his eyes as worry settled on her features. "Where?"

"To the park."

"Dylan, you're being careless."

He arched his brow and lips lifted in amusement. "Am I? Listen, I have some work to do and I'll be back before you know it. Now", his voice deepened and he lifted her into his arms. "What comes first? Your breakfast or mine?"

Esmeralda blushed when Dylan stressed the word come. She would never get used to his corny jokes. But he didn't give her time to dwell as he lifted her onto the counter and lay her there.

Three hours later

In West Village

"Make sure you get plenty of rest. I think you've been working too hard that's why you're like this", Stella looked at Amy with a frown.

The young woman was still in a silky robe covering her pajamas underneath as she escorted the older woman out of her house.

"Don't worry, this is a small matter. I'll be fine."

"Don't forget to eat. You need the energy", Stella reminded as she stepped out of the door. Amy nodded with a little enthusiasm trying to lessen Stella's worries. The latter took in her form and her eyes landed on Amy's little baby bump.

"Maybe I should stay with you", Stella's eyes reflected her worry.

"Stella, go to work and I promise, I'll call you if anything. All I need is rest. Stop worrying and go to work. We'll be fine, alright?"

Stella could only relent seeing the determined look on Amy's face before she went on into her car. She gave her one more worried glance hoping Amy would change her mind but the latter just shooed her away. With a sigh, she drove off to work.

Amy walked back in and closed the door behind her before letting out a sigh in relief. She took snacks and rushed to her bedroom where she shut the door behind her. Now that Stella has been gotten rid of, she could focus back on the issue at hand. She settled into bed where her laptop and phone awaited her. She looked at Dylan's response to the previous day's message which had arrived about an hour ago.

Dylan: Boss, call me.

She quickly set up a connection with him and the call went through.

Back in Rome, Dylan was at a park seated on a bench with one leg's ankle resting atop the knee of the other. He had his laptop on his thigh and earphones on while his eyes were shielded by dark shades from the blazing sun.

Unbeknownst to him, a man had set up his sniper rifle on top of a building that was a few hundred meters from the park. He aimed his gun at Dylan's head. It was a clear shot, there were barely people walking around the area he chose. This sniper's job had never been so easy than in that moment.

"Target locked", he smirked as he looked through the sniper lens with his good eye. At the same time, Dylan had just secured the connection with his boss.

"Boss, I have news. Something is going to happen at this year's Corporate Gala", Dylan reported with a knowing smirk playing on his pink thin lips.

Right in that moment, the sniper took his shot.