Mobsters Desire

XIII | Trust

Elena's pov

"Luciano..." Looking at him as he entered the room I shiver, deep down something bad was going to happen but I don't understand why. "What's happening."

Sitting criss cross on his bed I played with my fingers, getting anxious as the possibilities came down at me. I wasn't worried about me rather my family, anything could happen to them and I don't want them to get hurt because of me.

I've been up for the past couple of hours ever since Lorenzo dropped me off in Luciano's bedroom. It's morning now which made my anxiety worse. It's bad.

"Elena-"

"-Luciano..." Feeling my eyes begin to water I look down at my lap, trying avoid him seeing me like this.

"Please, I need to know."

"All you need to know is that everything is begin taken care of."

Without saying a word I get up from the bed, keeping my eyes glued onto the wooden floor I headed towards the door. Opening the door I step out, closing it as Luciano was ready to say something to me. I have the money to go back and check on my family. All I asked was what was going on, what was happening but I got stupid responses that didn't answer me exactly. 'Keeping you safe' , I need the context, from what or who? When and where?

Locking the door behind me I rushed into my closet, quickly changing out of my night clothes as I was ready to leave and buy a ticket. Sliding my shoes on I hear loud knocking from my door.

"Elena... Open the door." I was mentally freaking out considering that he was way too calm as he said that. I know a couple of things, one is that he doesn't tolerate disobedience, when he says something he expects it to be done. Another one is rudeness, don't disrespect him or you'll get it. Don't know what but it's bad.

Sliding my shoes on I exit out of the closet, frantically trying to figure out how to get out without opening the door to a mad Luciano. Rushing over to the window I open it. Looking down I began to wonder if I really had the guts to jump out of the second floor. Could I make it? Could I land it without breaking my legs? Blowing out a sigh I made a decision.

I could hear Luciano talking through the door but I didn't listen, I ignored him. Everything he was saying didn't process in my head it just came out mute. Lifting my legs up and over the window I let them dangle as I hold on before I fell. If I land on my feet I'm going to hurt myself but I have to be smarter. 

'Please help me.' I prayed silently as I blew a breath out. Closing my eyes I push myself off of the window. As I fall the wind blew against me as my hair went all over. It felt nice, freeing in a way as if I could do anything.

Getting close to the ground I braced myself, I knew it could go in two ways, either I make it without hurting myself or hurting myself. As my feet touched the ground gravity did its thing, all the pressure went onto my feet causing me to fall over in pain. Face first onto the grass.

From down below I could hear Luciano breaking my door down, I knew he realised that the window was open and that I wasn't in the room, he knew I left but he doesn't know that i'm still here, i'm a chubby girl that can't run yet here I am running away to try to get answers and to help my family.

'I need to get up!' Using my arms I try to lift myself up or at least my face so I wouldn't be staring at it. As I tried to stand up I knew something was off, I knew I hurt myself bad but didn't know what. Brushing it off I took one step, immediately falling down as pain shot up my leg. My hand goes over my mouth as I tried to muffled my painful cry. I hurt myself and I couldn't move...

As I laid on the grass I began to tear up, sniffing once in awhile as the thought of my family getting hurt began to appear in my mind.

Hearing the back door open and someone walking towards me I chose to ignore them and stay still. I felt humiliated, I did this to myself no one forced me. I'm just an i***t with a heart.

"Sei ferito, vero?" Translation: You're hurt aren't you?

Nodding my head at him I stare at the grass, not wanting to look at him nor respond.

Hearing him knee down his hands carefully took ahold of me, gently lifting me up from the ground. My head rested against his chest as I continued to ignore him. I'm not mad at him, this is my fault. I was mad at myself, hurt as well but because of the answers I was seeking I drove myself to do this.

Entering the house I could see Lorenzo standing from afar around the entrance, blocking the door. It's as if he thought I could run away right now. I wasn't trying to but to them it looked like it. Silence surrounded the house. It was morning so not many people are here to do a lot since Luciano goes out to take care of business. Going up the stairs and into his room he reaches his bed, gently laying me down he walks away from me. 

During this I stared at the ceiling, he was either going to take me to get checked out or not.

Looking at him I noticed that he was on the phone calling someone, somehow I didn't catch anything he was saying which scared me a bit but deep down I knew he was talking quietly so I wouldn't hear.

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"Starà bene, lasciala riposare per tre settimane." Translation: She'll be fine, let her rest for three weeks.

Turning my body away from them I lay there angry at myself. I did this to myself and now i'm stuck in bedrest. What I was told is that I can't move my right leg, I can't apply much force onto it considering I really did hurt myself to the point I almost broke my leg. I really thought I could be superman and save the day... Ha.

"Torno tra due settimane." Translation: I'll be back in two weeks.

Hearing the door close from the bedroom I knew the doctor left and a slightly mad Luciano was still here.

The silence in the room was killing me as I felt the slight tension in the atmosphere. I know he cares about me but it's too much right now. I care about him but I'm barely getting to know him. In this life everything moves fast... No s**t I had s*x with him.

"Perché hai fatto quella piccola acrobazia tesoro?" Translation: Why'd you pull that little stunt darling?

"Why do you think?" I quietly asked as I rubbed my arm, trying to bring comfort to myself. I was slightly cold and the temperature of the house hasn't chance yet since it starting to get cold outside. Hearing him stand up he walked towards me, not noticing the blanket he lays it over me, leaving my face and shoulders uncovered.

Squatting down to my eye level he observes me. His eyes were beautiful, everytime I look into them I'm mesmerized by them. I find them beautiful, it suits him and his personality. Seeing his right hand lift up and move toward my face his thumb reches to my cheek, caressing it as if he was trying to comfort me. "Ti fidi di me?" Translation: Do you trust me?

Loyalty. You have to have trust in this world. I'm in this world now. There's no way of me leaving now. I'm in it for life and that for certain. It's either you do or you don't. Don't and you'll end up dead, buried or thrown somewhere to show others who betrayed them. Do I really trust him? Not really but I have to. I need to trust him now. Everything relies on him and it's true. He will have to take care of me officially. I have to trust him with my life and my family

"Yes."

Leaning in he placed a soft kiss against my temple and gets up, ready to do what he needs to do and this time he knows I won't get in the way. Before he left he said, "Don't worry about what we're doing, you and your family are safe."

'I trust you Luciano.'