Debt to the Mafia

Chapter 12

The strength I had inside of me was completely drained. I started to give in to Jace as he pressed his bulge against me, pinning me harshly against the wall. My body was limp and my breathing slowed down as I tried to detach myself from the reality of what was happening. The moment I felt his hands undo my jeans was the moment I zoned out. 

I started to think about Michele and the way he held my cheeks to calm me down after rescuing me from Ezio’s men. The warmth of his hands connecting with my skin instantly regulated my breathing. His light brown eyes comforted my thoughts and I felt completely safe for that short amount of time. I could hear him telling me how I’m safe...

“I’ve got you Amelia” Michele’s voice shook me from my imagination.

“Open your eyes!” He demanded in desperation. I 

slowly opened them and saw him holding my face, squatted in front of me and searching for my consciousness. I lowered my brows in confusion as I slowly came back to reality.

“Michele?” I grumbled, my voice barely breaking from a whisper. 

“I’ve got you, you’re safe!” He repeated and slid his hands through my hair to the back of my head, pulling me into his neck. 

I glanced over his shoulder and saw Jace lying on the floor, unconscious and bleeding from his nose. I wasn’t panicked anymore, not like I was when I was almost kidnapped; this time I was numb. It was as if I was watching everything happen but had no control over my body, I was empty. 

“Did... did he...” I couldn’t finish the sentence out of fear of finding out if he had raped me or not. However I needed to know as I had managed to completely detach myself from the reality of what was happening at the time.

“No Amelia, we got here before he could remove anymore of your clothes” he explained. 

I looked down at my body which was covered with the fabric of my ripped shirt and my jeans were pulled half way down my thighs with my underwear still intact. My eyes started to water from the relief of having some of my dignity left.

“I’m so sorry, I thought I could trust him” he apologised. I looked up at him and relaxed my expression. Using my hand to stroke down his face, I cupped his cheek. 

“You stopped him” I reassured him, looking him dead in the eyes. 

Our faces gravitated closer to one another, our lips millimetres apart. I could feel the emotion build inside my chest as his breath hit against my skin. 

“What do you want us to do with him boss?” Ricco interrupted us without realising. Michele moved back and turned his head to face Ricco.

“Hold him in the basement cell, I’ll deal with him later” he instructed. 

Michele looked back at me and glanced down at my limp body and torn clothes. He shook off his jacket and wrapped it around me so that I wasn’t just in my underwear. 

“Can you stand?” He asked, but I shook my head. 

He put my arm around his neck and lifted me up straight so he could scoop my legs from under me. He carried me to the elevator and took me to his room. 

Gently lying me on his bed, I snuggled into his jacket that intoxicated my nose with his scent. He shut the door behind him and pulled off his shirt. I jolted upwards when he turned around to reveal his bare chest. He had a deep cut going down his side which was still bleeding. 

“What happened?!” I exclaimed, trying to find the strength to stand.

“What are you doing?!” He growled as he rushed over to stop me.

“Your side Michele! Is this the business Jace was talking about?” I asked, feeling naive for thinking it was just a normal business trip. 

“Amelia, I’m fine, it’s just a cut. It will heal” he reassured me laying me back down. 

“I will go and sort it out now, I was a little busy earlier” he joked. I gently grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me so I could get a closer look at his wound. It was too deep to just cover.

“You need stitches Michele, go and get the kit and I’ll do it” I demanded. He sniggered and flashed me a distrustful look. 

“In the state you’re in?”.

“My body is weak but my hands work fine now do as I ask!” I smiled, slapping his arm playfully. 

To my surprise, he did as I asked. He went into the bathroom and brought in a red first aid kit. I took out the sterilised needle from the packaging and instructed Michele to lay on his back. I looked closely at his wound and pointed the lamp onto it so I got a better view. I struggled to concentrate when his muscular body was half bare next to me. The dips in his muscles moved as he breathed slowly. I started to stitch his cut together, expecting him to flinch or groan in pain. However he just sat there as if he felt nothing. 

“Where did you learn to do this?” He asked. 

“I studied medicine in college. I wanted to help people” I replied bluntly, not wanting to talk about the life I had back at home. 

Once I had finished; I put everything back neatly, placed the needle back in the packaging to throw away and moved it to the side. When I turned back to face Michele, he pressed his lips against mine, holding the back of my head with the palm of his hand and parting his lips ever so slightly.

 Excitement exploded through my chest and my heart began to race. I matched his movements and our lips danced together symmetrically. He leant over me and tangled his fingers through my hair. His body heat electrified my skin as goosebumps formed all over. A low groan escaped his lips as he let out a breath before catching my bottom lip in his. The way he kissed me sent tingles through my body and I was instantly aroused, even after what had happened. He held my cheek and pulled away gently, his eyes still closed. Gradually opening them, he gazed deeply into mine. 

“You drive me insane” he confessed. My cheeks raised as I blushed at his honesty. 

“I have tried to contain it but the harder I try, the more I want you” he continued. I lowered my gaze with embarrassment and then replied.

“I... tonight has been really hard and I don’t think that I’m...” I couldn’t put my words into a sentence. He placed his finger under my chin and tilted it upwards. 

“I didn’t expect you to f**k me after tonight” he said abruptly. I was a little taken back by how straight forward he was but then again, that’s just him. He placed a light kiss on my lips and then rolled off of the bed. 

“I’m going to get you something comfy to wear” he smiled and then grabbed one of his t-shirts from his draw. 

He handed it to me and then turned his back. I smirked as I remembered Nico doing it when I got out of the bath. I thought of Michele at the time and didn’t think he could ever be as gentlemanly as Nico was being. Clearly he has proven me wrong. I removed his jacket and my ripped shirt before unhooking my bra. I glanced up at Michele who was peeking.

“Hey! Don’t be cheeky!” I exclaimed, giggling at his lack of willpower. He turn back around and raised his hands to surrender.

“Okay, I promise I won’t look” he sniggered. I let my bra fall off of my shoulders and threw on his shirt. After removing my trousers I gave him permission to turn around. He smirked at me and then folded his arms.

“You know, if you hadn’t of had such a traumatic evening, I would have kept looking” he grinned as he crawled into bed. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him, lying down and rolling over. 

“Goodnight Michele” I quietly said, my body facing away from him. He chuckled and then shuffled to get comfy.

“I’ve left a phone for you on the side by the way, I’m hoping that I can trust you with it. It’s for your own safety more than anything else. If you get into any trouble when I’m not with you then my number is already saved on it, just ring me and I’ll be there” he said softly. I blushed to myself and grinned.

“Thank you” I whispered back to him, feeling like he was beginning to give me my independence back.