Debt to the Mafia

Chapter 9

Making my way to the kitchen, I could hear Michele talking to Nico. I hear them talking all the time but for some reason, the sound of his voice gave me a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I headed through the door and found Michele leaning against the counter facing the island in the middle with Nico sitting there next to a plate of freshly made food. He had prepared me an omelet with some salad which was sweet. 

“How are you feeling Amelia?” Nico asked, crunching away on a piece of cucumber. 

“Better” I bluntly said. Michele watched me as I hoisted myself onto the stool and started cutting at the omelet.

“Why did you leave?” he grunted. His body language screamed annoyance and he was completely different to how he was when he found me. I could tell he was pissed off with me and wanted to yell.

“Because I want to go home” I replied not taking my eyes off my plate. I shovelled in a large mouthful and chewed it.

“Well get that idea out of your head” he said with a heavy tone. I narrowed my eyes and glanced up at him.

“You could have gotten yourself killed Amelia! Don’t you think I have all of these men for a reason?! We live a dangerous life and you can’t just sneak off to play the damsel in distress when ever you feel like it!” He snapped. 

“Damsel in distress? Tell me that you’re joking!” I said slamming my cutlery on the plate. 

“This isn’t a fairytale! I might not always be there to save you when you want a bit of attention! This isn’t England!” He yelled. 

“Do you really think that if I knew I was in more danger out there than I was with you that I would have left? No one is telling me anything and I’m not even allowed to ask questions without being shouted at!” I screamed. 

“You need to watch yourself before...”

“Before what?! You’re clearly not going to kill me, you’re not going to let me go, so what have I got to lose?!” I exclaimed and stormed off to my room. 

Unbelievable, he switches his mood within a second! How can you be all sweet and caring one minute and then the next you treat someone like a piece of s**t? I’m tired of it, I just want to be back in my own country, my own house and my own room again. What did I do to deserve this? Suddenly, Michele swings open the door and leans against the frame. 

“What do you want?” I snapped. I was expecting him to lash out at me for my attitude, but instead he just smirks and folds his arms. As much as I hate him, the muscles on his arms are something I can’t help but admire. 

“Pack up some of the things that you need, you’re staying in my room where I can keep an eye on you from now on” he ordered. I gritted my teeth and scowled at him.

“What?! I don’t think so” I groaned. 

He didn’t say another word to me before he closed the door, leaving me on my own to ‘pack’. I know for a fact that there was no point in fighting this because he won’t give in. I didn’t have the energy for it after today and clearly the stubborn approach isn’t working. I smirked to myself as I thought of all the different approaches I haven’t tried and packed up a couple of pairs of pyjamas and a hair brush. 

It was 10:30pm and I haven’t seen Michele since he made his announcement. I did as he said and made my way to his room. He wasn’t there so I assumed he was in his office. I hadn’t noticed that he had his own en-suit before which makes it more appealing and hygienic for me I suppose. The last thing I want to do is shower in the same one he uses, I don’t want to catch anything. 

I got myself sorted for bed and put on my pale blue silky pyjamas. I tied my hair up into a high ponytail and brushed my teeth. Sliding into bed and turning the lamp off, I heard the elevator ping from the hallway. I braced myself for what Michele was going to do when he came in. 

The door opened and he sighed deeply, something was clearly bothering him but he didn’t speak. I laid still, attempted to pretend to be asleep. There was a bit of knocking around whilst he sorted himself out and I pretended I had already drifted off. 

“Are you awake?” He whispered but I kept my eyes shut and didn’t move. 

He huffed once again and then headed to the bathroom, which I was facing. I opened one eye and watched him as he took off his Rolex and put it beside the sink. I thought he was just getting ready to bed, maybe doing his teeth. Instead, he raised his arm and pulled his shirt off, gripping it from behind his neck. 

I gasped when I saw all the scars on his back. Some of them were badly hidden by tattoos and some were in plain sight. The detail of his muscles flexed as he reached over and turned on the shower. My cheeks turned red when he hooked his thumbs on the waist band of his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles; leaving him standing there in nothing but his socks and boxers. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t help myself, it was like I was having a battle with myself. 

He cleared his throat and turned sideways on, flashing his chiselled six pack and tattooed torso. The scars continued across his chest and down his abs. It was quite sad really, he had so many injuries at such a young age. He leant over and pulled off each sock, flexing every muscle on his abdomen. I couldn’t watch anymore as he gripped at his boxers ready to pull them off. Once I heard the shower door shut I squinted open one eye again to see him standing completely naked with his back to me, steamy water trickling down his body. 

What am I doing?! I need to stop watching him and go to sleep. This is not only perverted but it’s wrong. Why would he leave the bathroom door open anyways if he was going to have a shower? He knew I was here. Is he really that arrogant? 

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice he was wrapping a towel around his waist. I quickly shut my eyes before he noticed me watching him. I heard the footsteps imbedded in the carpet as he made his way over to the chest of draws behind me. After another couple of minutes, I was startled by the feeling of the bed moving as he got in beside me. Then everything went silent. 

“Did you enjoy the show?” He smugly asked. f**k! Busted. I stayed quiet and still, hoping he would think he got it wrong but instead he sniggered. 

“If you would have just kept your mouth shut at dinner, then none of this would be happening”. I couldn’t hold in my anger, it was like he knew how to make me switch. I flipped over to face him and sat up on my elbow. 

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” I defended. He smirked at me and chuckled. 

“I knew that you wasn’t asleep” he smiled in an accomplished manner. I rolled my eyes and laid back down, turning around so that my back was to him.

“Why won’t you just tell me why Ezio’s men tried to kidnap me? I thought he liked me” I said quietly. He sighed and then shuffled his body so that it was in line with mine.

“That’s the point Amelia. He likes you, a little too much. He wants you for himself and Ezio doesn’t take no for an answer. If he wants something then he’ll take it” he explained. I scoffed and shook my head.

“Sounds like someone I know” 

“Well, the difference between me and him is that I wouldn’t do the sick things he would if he had you in his grasp” he confessed. A cold chill went down my spine when my mind started running away with itself, thinking about all of the sickest things I could that a human could do to another. Especially when it’s a woman like me.

“He has Camille, why does he want me?” I asked.

“I’m not going to answer that, I think you can probably work out why he would want an attractive young girl like you for him and his wife” he said. I didn’t know whether to blush at his compliment or cringe at the things Ezio could do to me. 

“I need you to promise me something” he interrupted my thoughts.

“I need you to promise that you won’t run off like that again, it’s too dangerous out there and I can’t keep you safe if you run away...” I stayed silent.

“In return, I’ll take you to the office in the morning and you can ring your parents” he huffed. I raised my brows in shock and swivelled round to look at him.

“What? Are you serious?” 

“I swear, only if you promise” he said. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Thank you” I whispered in his ear. I felt his body relax underneath me and he tapped my back. 

“You need to get some sleep” he stated.