*Here is another new Roman story. I hope that you like it.*
I walk into the conference room of the FBI building in New York City. I have been a FBI agent for about 5 years now and I love my job. I have been part of a few cases and I have made some of the best friends. I walk into the room and see my best friend Dean Ambrose sitting at the table tapping his fingers on the table as our boss stands in front of a white screen with nothing on it. "Agent Reigns, Good morning," he says as I take my seat.
"Morning," I say in return.
"All right, I'm sure you're wondering why you're here. I'm sure by now you have heard about the D'Ambrosia murder; the murder of billionaire Salvatore D'Ambrosia. Two nights ago two men broke into the D'Ambrosia mansion and murdered him in cold blood," he says showing gruesome pictures of the murdered billionaire. Salvatore D'Ambrosia is a well-known Italian business man in New York City. He had enough money to buy the whole country if he wanted to. He was a hardworking man but there had been some rumors of off-shore accounts and some ties to the Mafia. He had landed himself in some trouble which resulted in his murder a couple nights ago. "As you can see the thugs destroyed the house. They are looking something. We're sure they didn't find it because when the two men were brought in they had nothing on them. I don't know what they were looking for but I'm sure they will not stop till they get what they want. At approximately 10:45 pm Salvatore D'Ambrosia was murdered according to the security camera in his home. It was quick and over before he even experienced any pain."
"How did they do it?" asks Dean.
"His throat was slit and he bled out. He was done before they beat him post death," he says as he shows more pictures of the crime scene. The weapon used to beat after his death circled and laying on the floor next to the chair he was tied to. The knife lay a few feet away from him. It's one of the worst murder scenes I have seen. It's pretty messy. "And the second murder victim his wife Alessandra D'Ambrosia," he says clicking to a new crime scene. It's worse than Salvatore. "They tortured his wife," he says before going into details of her murder. They pretty much had her tied to the bed, raped her and then murdered her before burning her. It was a sad sight to see. Nothing really hits me hard because I have seen it all in this line of work but this just hits me hard. "And the only living witness; the couple's 21 year old daughter Alessia D'Ambrosia," he says showing a picture of their daughter. She's beautiful. She is absolutely beautiful. I don't think I have ever seen so much beauty in my life. In the first picture he shows she is dressed in a beautiful yellow sundress that brings out her natural Italian tan. Her waist long raven black hair flowing in the wind. Her smile carefree showing off her beautiful white teeth and those eyes; her beautiful dark brown eyes are so large and beautiful. She is the definition of the word perfection. He clicks to the next picture of her in the hospital with a few cuts and scrapes, a few bruises but she still looks beautiful and she's even more beautiful when she is not wearing any make up. "Alessia was beaten and cut during the attack however they left her alive for a reason. I don't know what that reason is but they did not kill her. She witnessed the men kill her father and she is now recovering in the hospital. She will stand trial when we bring these thugs in. Until then Alessia will be in the Witness Protection program and you two will be the agents on duty to protect her. She is no easy task," he warns. "She's wild and she is carefree. She's independent and I don't believe she likes to be told what to do. She's rich and with Daddy being gone she has inherited every last cent. She is the only child that Alessandra and Salvatore had. You need to read up on her file but she has been in some trouble but Daddy has bailed her out every time. You two will have your hands full with her."
"But, Sir," I say, "I have never done the Witness Protection thing."
"And that's why you will be good at it now. I need someone that is going to keep Alessia in line, keep a close eye on her and protect her. These two men will pay for their crimes and the only one that can make sure that happens is Alessia and she will have to testify to what she saw and heard that night. Alessia will probably fight you and she will probably try to escape but your job is to protect her. I'm sure the two thugs have been in touch with their friends and they will be out looking for Alessia. As soon as she is discharged from the hospital later today she will go home pack important items and you will then be on your way to your destination," he says.
"Where are we going?" asks Dean.
"I can't disclose that right now, Agent Ambrose you will find out in route. We have to follow privacy and safety measures to ensure our witness survives."
"Is she willing to testify?" I ask.
"Yes, she has already given her statement. She's willing to testify."
"Okay," I say. He hands us her file for us to read over.
"Good luck, Agent Reigns and Agent Ambrose, you two are the best men for the job," he says before he leaves the room to give us time to look over Alessia's file. He was not lying when he said she was a handful. She has been charged with underage drinking, shoplifting. I'm still not sure why she needs to shoplift when her father is a billionaire. Other than being a troublemaker at times she was a fairly good student. She graduated at the top of her class and participated in several activities. She graduated from college with a degree in Business communications and she was living at home with her parents.
"Have you seen some of these newspaper headlines about Alessia?" asks Dean.
"I saw them. We're going to have our hands full with this one."
"I know," he says, "underage drinking, sex scandals, sex tapes, shoplifting, drugs, what is this girl up to?" he asks. "Her dad was a billionaire and she had the whole world given to her and this is how she acts."
"Maybe she wanted attention," I say looking over her file.
"How do we know she didn't plan her own parents' murder? I mean how is she the only one to survive after her mom and dad are both brutally murdered? She walks away with some cuts and bruises. I think she had something to do with it. Look at all the trouble she's been in. She almost got kicked out of college till her dad paid the college off to keep her. This whole family was full of scandal. Her father had numerous affairs, he extorted money and those off-shore accounts. He got lucky if you ask me. We were on to him, ready to go in then this happens. This girl is going to be a spoiled brat."
"I don't think you should judge her until you meet her, this is all stuff that has happened in the past. Maybe she's changed."
"Yeah right, I still find it crazy that she is the only one to survive the attacks. Why would these two thugs allow her to stay alive knowing that she witnessed her father's death? There's something screwy about this Roman and I don't like it."
"I guess we'll find out," I say as I continue to look through her file for information.
LATER THAT AFTERNOON:
"You're telling me I have to leave New York City?" asks Alessia as we are sitting in the interrogation room.
"You are part of the Witness Protection Program," says my boss. "You are a witness to a murder and only you can make sure that the two men that killed your father serve the rest of their lives in jail."
"I'm aware of that," says Alessia, "but I have friends here, I have a life HERE," she says.
"You don't have a choice," he says, "Agent Ambrose and Agent Reigns will protect you and see that no harm comes your way."
She crosses her arms and sits back in the chair, "and what if I don't want to do this?"
"Then we drop you from the program and the men that killed your parents will walk free but we can't guarantee that they won't finish their job on you and you will not have our protection," he says.
"Fine," she says after a stare down with my boss. "I'll do it."
"Good," he says, "I would like for you to meet Agent Ambrose," he says introducing them. Dean and Alessia shake hands. "And this is Agent Reigns," he says.
"Nice to meet you," I say extending my hand.
"This is all you have to protect me? Do you know the men that killed my parents? There are a lot more," she says looking at me with her dark brown eyes. She looks away as our eyes meet. "They're babies," she says.
"They're not babies and they are very good at their jobs," he says. "You are in good hands with them. You just need to listen to them and stay under the radar. Here is your new identity."
"My new identity," she says flipping through the file he gave her. "I have to change who I am? And Karsen? What kind of name is Karsen? Karsen Carmichael? Do I look like a Karsen to you?" she asks before she starts speaking Italian. "And I have to live in some town in Texas that I never heard of? Absolutely not, I won't do it," she says pushing the file way.
"If you want to be protected," I say, "You need to do it. Don't you want to see the men that did this to your father end up in prison?"
"Of course I do but you don't know those men, you don't know what they are capable of, the things they have done. And no one asked you, Agent Reigns," she snaps.
"If you want to be protected you need to do this," says my boss. "Otherwise we cannot protect you from these men and the men that sent them to do the job. You can walk away now and maybe you'll live for a day or you can do this and have your life, it's up to you, Alessia."
She sits silently for a couple minutes with her arms crossed and then says, "Fine, I'll do it. I'm Karsen Carmichael," she says but I can tell she is less than thrilled with it. She is going to be a lot of work.
"I need all of your credit cards, your debit cards, check book, cell phone and all photo ID's. I will need to delete all social media accounts because as of this moment Alessia D'Ambrosia no longer exists."
"Are you serious? What am I supposed to do about money?" she asks.
"Karsen Carmichael has an account of $400, Karsen will be working at a bar in Texas to earn money."
"$400, are you kidding me?" she asks. "How am I supposed to live off $400," she says. "That's crazy."
"You will survive," he says as Dean lets out a groan. "From now on you are no longer Alessia D'Ambrosia. You are Karsen Carmichael. When you get to Texas you will find your ID and bank cards. You are not to contact any friends or family from Texas. There will be a cell phone for you as well. You are not to tell anyone about your identity and you're going to need to wear this," he says tossing her a blonde wig.
"A blonde? Really?" she asks. "So I can't call my friends and I have to wear a wig. What about social media?"
"No social media, no Instagram, no Facebook, no Twitter NOTHING that will draw attention to you, if your cover is blown we will have to relocate you as soon as possible. You will be accompanied by Agent Reigns or Agent Ambrose any time you leave the house. You are to listen to them and you are not to run away from them. Are we clear?"
"Yes," she says grudgingly. "I understand. You said that I can go to my house to get some stuff?"
"Nothing that's going to stand out in your small town in Texas."
"Fine," she says. "Can we just get this over with?"
"Agent Reigns will accompany you to your home, you are to pack ONE suitcase and you will be on your way."
The drive to Alessia's well now Karsen's house is done in an awkward silence. Before I allow her into her house when we arrive I have to make sure it's clear and safe to proceed before I let her in. She walks past the crime scene like nothing ever happened and I follow her upstairs to her bedroom. Her room is neat and organized but it's bigger than two rooms in my house put together. She walks over to her closet and starts to pull out some dresses and heels. "Is this too much?"
"You're going to be living on a farm," I say, "I don't think you need to wear dresses or heels. Just be low key."
"Yeah okay," she says. "You don't know me do you."
"I know that you have been on the cover of over a hundred fashion magazines since you were 11 years old. You like fashion. I get it but you're going to some hole in the wall place in Texas and living on a farm. You don't have to be dressed up. Nothing wrong with jeans and sweatpants and sneakers," I say.
She gasps and says, "I don't wear jeans or sweatpants. I don't wear sneakers either. How dare you," she says. She's high maintenance. I don't much like it and she is spoiled.
"Pack what you want but I assure you living on a farm you are NOT going to want to wear heels and dresses and skirts."
"I'll pack what I want and you'll leave me alone," she says.
"Pack what you want but take my advice heels and dresses aren't going to cut it," I say.
"You're already annoying," she says as she throws her dresses to the floor. "I paid a lot of money for those dresses."
"I'm sure but I'm also sure they won't be needed in Texas. Hurry up, you only have an hour."
"Don't rush me," she says going over to her drawer and pulling out some clothes. "Happy," she says throwing jeans into her suitcase along with some shirts. They don't look like cheap clothes either. She walks over to the dresser and pulls out her bras and underwear. She drops a pair of black lace panties on the floor on her way. I stop to pick them up for her.
"You dropped these," I say with a smile.
"Give me those," she says, "and that is the last time you will ever see my underwear."
"I didn't ask to see them," I say with amusement and a shrug. I watch her pack them away and then go to the bathroom to grab some stuff before she throws it into her suitcase before she throws some shoes into her suitcase.
"Ready?" I ask as she stands looking at her suitcase.
"Yeah, aren't you going to carry that for me?" she asks.
"I'm an FBI agent," I say, "I'm not a butler but since my mama raised a gentleman I will gladly carry your suitcase for you," I say as I pick it up and carry it down the stairs for her and put it into the FBI black SUV. I drive the SUV to a parking garage where we switch cars in case anyone is following us and we meet Dean in the new SUV. Both the new SUV and the old SUV drive out of the parking garage at the same time and turn separate ways. We then head to the airport where we take a private plane to our new home in Texas.
*A/N: What do you think? Is it a keeper or no? What do you think of Alessia/Karsen? Do you believe she is high maintenance? What do you think about Dean's theory do you think she had something to do with her parents' murders? How do you think Alessia/Karsen will handle Texas? How do you think Roman and Dean will be able to handle her? Please review and thank-you for reading.