Debt to the Mafia

Chapter 6

—MICHELE’S POV—

“Where have you been? Amelia came back an hour and a half ago. I was about send out a search party for you!” Nico exclaimed as I stumbled through the penthouse elevator.

“Where is she?” I stammered. Nico’s face changed from worried to disgusted.

“You’re f*****g drunk?!” He yelled and I shushed him. 

“Stop shouting” I commanded, putting my palm in the air for emphasis. 

Nico shook his head at me and then sat down on the sofa. He placed his head into his hands and then sighed deeply. Once he sat back and looked up at me, I made my way over to the sofa beside him and slumped down on it. 

“What the f**k is going on Micky?” He asked in a calmer tone. 

“I made the offer... the casino for 1 mill and he didn’t take it” I beated around the bush. Nico sat there with a serious look on his face and shook his head.

“No, no, that’s not it. You wouldn’t show up an hour and a half later, pissed up and the state that you’re in” he said. I huffed dramatically and then made my way to the kitchen. I reached up and grabbed a glass from one of the cabinets, Nico entered the room and grunted.

“Seriously? Don’t you think you’ve had enough?!” He exclaimed. I scowled at him and poured myself a whiskey on the rocks. You know I’m drunk when I pour my own drink. Usually I have people to do that for me. 

“If I’m going to tell you what happened then I need something that’s going to keep me from going after that f*****g prick and ripping his f*****g d**k off with my bare hands” I snarled through my teeth. I took down the shot and then sat on the stool ready to pour another.

“He realised who Amelia was and gave me a counter offer” I began as I filled the glass. 

“The casino for something worth a lot more than 1 mill” I explained. 

Nico looked confused and waited for me to down my drink and explain in more detail. The whiskey burnt my throat and I squinted slightly, then refilled the glass. 

“Her” I bluntly confessed. Nico’s eyebrows raised in shock.

“Her? Why does he want her?” He asked.

“Because... he has obviously taken a shine to her and wants to keep her as his play thing, either that or he wants to take all of the credit” I growled. 

The anger inside of me as I spoke those words begun to spill out in my tone. I was furious! The one person I don’t want anyone to put their hands on other than me is now the main target for a dangerous man... now enemy. Nico was quiet as he tried to understand the information I was telling him fully.  

“Did you tell him she’s not for sale?” He asked. I shot him a dirty look before scoffing “yes”.

“Well what did he say to that? Come on Michele, your not telling the whole story” he pressed.

“He said neither is the casino but he will happily sell for his own personal w***e. I told him he already has one, implying Camille, to which he didn’t take to kindly” I explained. 

“Oh Micky! You can’t say that about his wife and expect there not be repercussions” he whined. 

“He insults my girl I insult his” I shrugged.

“Mick, you bought your girl yesterday. He married his two years ago, there is a difference. He is in love with Camille you’re not in love with Amelia!” He yelled. I was silent for a moment. He doesn’t understand the way I feel about Amelia; if I’m honest, neither do I. 

“I know that! But he still crossed a line thinking he could just have her!” I exploded. 

“So what now? Where do we stand with the Bianchi’s?” He asked. I placed my hand to my forehead and leant on the counter.

“I don’t know”

“Great, so now we are at war with the one family we wanted to make our allies” Nico groaned. 

“What would you have done brother? Eh? Would you have just handed her over and said ‘here you go, do as you please with her’?” I mocked. 

“I wouldn’t have started a war that’s for sure, you know the way you speak to people goes a long way some times little brother” Nico said and walked out of the kitchen leaving me there to drown my sorrows. 

—AMELIA’S POV—

It was about 8:30pm and the shouting had finally stopped. I peered out my room to see if anyone was there. I was so thirsty but I didn’t want to leave my room when I heard a loud argument going on somewhere in the penthouse. I crept down the hallway and made my way to the kitchen. All of the lights were turned off so I sneaked over to the fridge to find some orange juice. When I opened the door and the light came on, a voice startled me. 

“Why are you creeping around?” Michele slurred. I jumped and spun round letting out a quiet squeal.

“You scared me!” I exclaimed. 

“I heard shouting earlier so I wanted to get a drink without bothering anyone” I explained. Michele was sitting there at the island with a half empty bottle of whisky and a glass. 

“Get your drink and f**k off to bed” he snapped. He was clearly drunk and in a bit of a bad way. If he wasn’t then I wouldn’t have let him speak to me like that. 

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink?” I asked. 

“Urgh, you sound like my brother” he spat.

“You know, I’m in f*****g charge here! I don’t need to be lectured by anyone!” He slurred. I took in a deep breath and shut the fridge door. 

“Come on” I said as I made my way over to him. 

“Let’s go to bed” I ordered and put his arm around my neck. 

Don’t get me wrong, I despise him for what he’s done to me but he took care of me when he saw the cuts on my body, at least this way we are even. He refused to move but he was too drunk to fight me too much. I lifted him off of the chair and stumbled as I tried to walk him to the hallway. The pain on my feet was horrific, especially after having to wear those heels tonight but it was only a short walk to his room. 

“I’m not going to f*****g bed, you’re not my mum!” He growled but I just ignored his harsh words. 

“This is all your fault, I told you not to talk! Don’t you get that I say things for a reason?!” He groaned. 

I wanted to ask him what he was talking about but he was in such a state I don’t think I am going to get any sense out of him. 

“We are nearly there” I encouraged, telling myself more than Michele. 

I opened his bedroom door and stumbled over to the side of his double bed. He slumped down onto the bed and I turned on his side lamp. The room filled with chocolate and creamy colours and his bedding had a silk strip going across the foot. I pulled off his shoes and helped him take his jacket off. As I unbuttoned his top three buttons he flashed me a flirty grin.

“Don’t be so ridiculous, you need to sleep” I scoffed. 

He laid down onto the pillow and I pulled off his trousers. Once I had tucked his legs into the quilt I went into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. By the time I came back, he was already snoring. He actually looked incredibly peaceful and sweet when he was unconscious, it’s a shame he’s a complete arsehole when he’s awake. I placed the glass of water on his bedside table and turned off the lamp plunging the room in to darkness.