The Italian Don

Chapter Four

-------RHEA-------

Lukas had my hand in a tight grip as he dragged me from outside, back into the house, and up the stairs. 

"Right wing is for all staff, left wing is where the men stay. If you cannot find me or Apollo, you come to them, understood?"

"Yes." I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

In addition to the staff, and where the guys stayed, there were three guest bedrooms in the left wing.

I found out that the third floor was Lukas', and that happens to be the floor that I am staying on.

Go figure.

On the third floor, other than our two bedrooms, there were three more guest rooms, with bathroom suites attached, and a half bath. There was also a fully functioning kitchen, where I'd most likely be most of the time, along with a library, an office space, living room, a f*****g cinema, and an entire game room, which resembled an arcade. I half expected him to show me his room, but he completely bypassed it. He held onto my hand tightly, and walked up another flight of stairs, which left me really confused. But I shouldn't have been, as he opened the door at the top of the stairs, and led me outside.

"Really? You have a helicopter pad on your roof?" I said, looking at him.

"Yup."

I didn't say anything else, as he finally let my hand go.

"And this concludes the tour. I have some business to take care of. Do what you want, if you're hungry, just tell Henry, and he'll make something."

I didn't respond, just walked back towards the door. I couldn't be around him anymore. It was already hard, seeing that he had a f*****g blade pressed to my throat. One wrong move on my part and I would've probably sliced my throat open, and die.

I walked back down the stairs, down to our floor, and found my room, stepping in. I closed the door, and locked it behind me. I was tired, and hungry, so I decided that a shower would be best first, then I would head to the kitchen on this floor and make myself a sandwich or something. 

I grabbed my makeup wipes from my makeup bag, deciding to unpack the rest of my stuff tomorrow. I also took my face wash, my body wash, shampoo and conditioner, and my face moisturizer with me. I placed everything on the counter, and took a makeup wipe, removing majority of my makeup with it. After I was finished, I took off my sweater, and my jeans, along with my bra and panties. I took out the hair tie from my hair, resting it on the counter, and took up my face wash, body wash, shampoo and conditioner, and opened the huge glass shower door, and stepped in. I placed everything on the built in shower ledge, and turned on the shower. The water was warm as I stepped underneath it, and I moaned in pure bliss. This shower felt so f*****g heavenly, that I did not want to leave. I started with washing my hair, using my favorite cherry scented shampoo and conditioner. After I was finished washing my hair, I took my face wash, and squirted some into my palm, rubbing it on my face. I washed off my face, before using my body wash, and soaping my entire body. I washed off, and grabbed two towels that were on the warmer, just beside the shower, and proceeded to wrap my hair up in the towel, before drying my body and wrapping the towel around my body. I picked my clothes up from the floor, and threw them in the hamper in the closet. I then walked over to my small suitcase in the corner, which had all my bras and underwear, which no one seemed to touch, thank god. I took out a blue lacy thong, and walked over to one of the drawers on the island, pulling each one open, until I found all my comfy sleepwear. I took out pair of silk, cream colored booty shorts, with the matching silk bra. I walked back into the bathroom, to put on some face moisturizer, and discard my towel. I walked back into the closet, and put the thong on, going back into my little suitcase for my deodorant, and my body lotion. I put on the deodorant and lotion, before putting on the shorts, and the bra. My t**s and ass were basically hanging out, but f**k it. I dried my hair with the towel, leaving it wrapped up in it.

 I walked out of the closet, and back into the bedroom. I peeked out, making sure that the coast was clear, before I tiptoed out of the room, ad down the hall, into the kitchen. I opened the cupboards, looking for stuff to make, before settling on a turkey panini, and some potato chips. I turned on the waffle iron, and took the turkey slices out of the fridge, along with the bacon, cheese, dijon mustard, and mayo. I fried up the bacon til it was crispy, placed it on a paper towel to drain the grease. In a bowl, I mixed the dijon mustard and mayo, before taking two slices of bread, and spreading the mixture on it. I placed the bacon on the bread, along with the turkey, and lots and lots of yummy cheese, before putting the other slice of bread on top of it, and placing the sandwich in the waffle iron. While it was cooking, I began cleaning up, and putting all the ingredients away, before doing the dishes. After I was done, I took the sandwich off the waffle iron, and it was nice and golden brown. I placed it on a plate, and unplugged the waffle iron. I opened the cupboard where the potato chips were but they were too high to reach.

"Let me get that for you." I jumped out of my skin, as Blake appeared behind me, and he chuckled.

He got the bag of Lays, I was reaching for, and I thanked him shyly.

"Do you want one?" I asked, gesturing to the sandwich.

"No thanks, love. I just came to check on you, and see how you were adjusting, but you weren't in your room."

"Oh. I'm doing fine. Thanks for checking up on me." I said, smiling lightly.

"That's good to know. Well, I have to go meet Lukas, so I'll come by again later."

"Okay."

"And Rhea?"

"Yeah?"

"Be careful with Lukas. He's way worse than you even know, or think."

With that, he disappeared from my sight, leaving me to mull over what he said.

Maybe he is right. I have been treating this situation more lightly than I should be, and Lukas has proven over and over again that he is 'trigger-happy'. I should start being more cautious around him. I shook my head, trying to clear up those dark thoughts. I took the small pack of potato chips and opened it, piling it onto the plate with my sandwich. I grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge, and walked back to my room quietly. I turned on the TV, and sat on my bed, finding some random movie to put on. I bit into my sandwich, groaning in pure pleasure, as I finally got to satisfy my hunger. I ate, watching bits and pieces of the movie. After I was finished with my sandwich, I ate the chips, and drank the rest of my Pepsi. 

After eating, I sleepily got up, and walked to the kitchen, washing the rest of my dishes, before heading back to my room, and locking the door. I unwrapped my hair from the towel, throwing it in the hamper, as I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After brushing my teeth, I went into the bedroom, pulling the covers down, and climbing into the bed. I pulled the covers up to my chin, snuggling deeper into the warmth surrounding me, and I drifted off to sleep.

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--------- LUKAS------------------

"I don't understand why you're so hard on that poor girl." Apollo said, causing me to grunt.

He sat across from me, a glass of scotch in his hand.

"Don't you have anything better to do, than to annoy me, and drink my damn scotch?" I snapped.

He snorted, and I rolled my eyes, sighing as I rubbed my temples, before picking up the pen and continuing the paperwork I was doing.

The Russians were due to be here in a matter of weeks, and even though we are not enemies, I still did not trust those f*****g slimy bastards. 

"As a matter of fact, maybe I do. Maybe I should go keep that beautiful girl upstairs company. Y'know, show her how a man is supposed to treat her."

As he spoke, all I saw is red, and I flew up from my office chair, and picked him up, slamming him against the wall with a hard bang.

"Do it, brother. I f*****g dare you." I hissed.

His amused eyes met mine.

"See? I knew it. You have feelings for that girl." He wheezed out.

I let go of him, and walked back over to my desk, running a hand through my hair.

He cleared his throat, before taking a seat once again, shaking his head as he looked at the shattered glass on the floor.

"If you want that girl to give you a fair chance, instead of treating her so rough, you should try being more of a gentleman." He said.

I didn't say anything to him. I just leaned against the desk quietly, with my mind racing.

Goddammit.

Why did this girl have such a big effect on me?

I knew from the first time I saw her, I had to have her. Never before, have I ever had such strong feelings like this towards a woman. I've had my fair share of women in the past. Didn't care too much for them. Always thought of them as annoying, but Rhea? She's f*****g different. I can't get her out of my head, no matter how hard I f*****g try to. Maybe I need to f**k her to get it out of my system.

 Yeah, that's it.

"Lukas, did you hear what I said?" Apollo asked.

"No. What did you say?"

"I asked you what day the Russians were supposed to be coming in."

"Oh. Thursday, three weeks from now."

"So the 19th?"

I nodded, going to sit back behind my desk. I called up Henry, letting him know that there was broken glass, and scotch spilled over my office floor, and he immediately sent someone to come clean it up. I sighed, running my hand through my hair once again.

This was proving to be a very long, tedious day.

"I'm gonna go check on the piccola principessa." Apollo said, standing. (Little princess.)

"No. I'll do it." I growled, glaring at him. 

There was no way in hell I wanted him near her.

He smirked, putting his hands, before walking out of my office. I grumbled, walking out of the office, and slamming the door behind me. I walked up the two flights of stairs, and made it onto my floor, quietly walking over to Rhea's door. I turned the knob, only to discover that it was f*****g locked.

I smirked. 

Ragazza sveglia. (Smart girl.)

I grabbed the spare key from my bedroom, before returning to her door, and opening it. After getting the door unlocked, I opened it, and peered into the dark room. I made out Rhea's tiny frame curled up in the middle of the bed, and gulped as a warm feeling settled into my chest, watching her sleep.

"Dammit, snap out of it, Cavalli." I muttered to myself. 

I quickly closed the door, and walked straight into my room, pouring a glass of whisky n a glass, from the wet bar in the corner of the room. I have too much f*****g going on, to be catching feelings for this girl. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, as I sat on the chair. I loosened my tie, taking it off, before unbuttoning a few buttons of my shirt. I gulped down the rest of my whisky, savoring the burn of it going down my throat. I sighed, sitting up, and running a hand through my hair. I got up, and pour myself another drink, before grabbing my phone up from the bed. I dialed a familiar number, and held the phone up to my ear.

"¿Come posso aiutarti, capo?" The sultry voice purred over the phone. (How can I help you, boss?)

"Incontrami nell'attico. Trenta minuti." I snapped, grabbing one of my car keys. (Meet me at the penthouse. Thirty minutes.)

I didn't wait for her to respond as I hung up. I finished off the rest of my whisky, before slamming the glass sown, and walking out the door. I made it down the stairs, and to my car, nodding to a few of the men outside. I jumped in the car, revving the engine, before pulling off, down the long ass driveway, and nodding to security as they opened the gates. I reached the penthouse in under twenty minutes, breaking a lot of traffic laws to get there. I threw the keys to the valet, before walking through the huge glass doors.

"Goodnight Mr. Cavalli. A pleasure to have you back." The ass kissing hotel manager, beamed at me, with his beady little eyes. 

I rolled my eyes.

"How's everything with my hotel, Charles?" I asked.

"Everything is astounding, Mr. Cavalli."

"Good. Keep it that way." I muttered, walking over to the elevators. 

I typed in the code for my private elevator that took me straight into the penthouse. As I walked in, I took off my suit jacket, throwing it on the couch. I walked into the bedroom, throwing my phone on the bed, and sat, untying my shoes, and pulling them off. I pulled off the socks, and stood, removing my shirt. I shucked off my pants, dragging my boxers down along with it, and walked straight into the bathroom, dropping my clothes off in the dirty hamper. I started the shower, waiting for it to get warm, before stepping under the spray. My mind could not stop working , as I showered, and I growled in frustration. I hopped out, and dried off my skin, wrapping the towel around my waist. I remained in the towel, sitting on the bed with my phone to kill time. Fifteen minutes, passed, and I began to grow agitated. Another twenty minutes passed, and a growl escaped my lips. This b***h-

I heard a knock at the door, and not giving a f**k about being in a towel. I looked through the peep hole, and opened it, letting her in.

"Sei in ritardo, Elisa." I growled menacingly, glaring at her. (You're late, Elisa)

She pouted, stepping up close to me, and putting her hand on my chest.

"Mi dispiace, capo. ¿C'è qualcosa che posso fare per farti perdonare?" She murmured, moving her hand down slowly. (I'm sorry, boss. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?)

The last of my patience, and control was gone, as I grabbed a hold of her and slammed her against the door.