Debt to the Mafia Prince

Chapter 18

—AMELIA—

“This is the dress you are to wear next weekend for my birthday” Ezio instructed. 

I inspected the long red gown that hung from the fabric hanger on the bookcase in the study. It had thin straps and a glittery outline around the top. The shape of it was something you’d see a princess wear in one of the fairytale books you’d read when you were younger. It was tight around the bust area and then fluffed outwards to the ground. The entire dress was silky with a thick under layer to give the bottom part it’s fullness. 

I narrowed my eyes, questioning the occasion that I was wearing this dress to. It was extremely formal and was big enough to grab anyone’s attention. I wasn’t one to be in the spotlight, I quite liked being slightly invisible. I have always had an issue with people talking about me and in school, I found it easier to be inconspicuous. 

“It’s my birthday and I need my girl to look her best” he explained.

I shuddered at the way he expressed his possessiveness towards me. Ezio will never own me nor will anyone else for that matter, not to this extent where I am told how to dress and what to say. I would even tell Michele to f**k off if he tried to dress me. It made me feel really uncomfortable and Ezio was very good at making me feel like that. 

“This is what I wanted to show you yesterday before my brother f****d everything up” he said staring at the dress. I looked up at him with a blank expression and noticed the pride in his stance. He clearly wanted me to like it. I looked back at the dress and rolled my eyes.

“What if I don’t want to wear that?” I replied with disgust. Ezio turned to me with his jaw tensed.

“Then I would say tough, you do as I f*****g say!” He barked. I wanted to retaliate to his rudeness but I decided against it. It would only make him put his guard up even more and he’ll never learn to trust me.

“I love it” I lied. Ezio grinned at my response.

“Good”. 

He walked over to his desk and sat down before clicking at the mouse beside his computer. I headed over to the chair opposite him and sat down slowly. 

“I wanted you to see this” he began, continuing to click away.

“The one thing that I hate most, as you know, is disloyalty, liars and deceit” he listed. 

“I pride myself on being truthful and loyal to those I care for, which is why I wanted to show you this picture which was taken two days ago”.

Ezio turned the screen around to show me yet another picture sent via email of Michele and the slutty assistant that he f****d the other day. He was knelt on the bed with the woman kneeling in front of him, mirroring his position. He had his arms wrapped around her naked body, clearly f*****g her from behind. The passion in his expression and body language made it seem like he instigated it, he was in full control. He looked to be enjoying f*****g another woman and didn’t have a care in the world. 

Maybe Ezio was right about Michele all along. I mean; Ezio is still a sadistic, cocky, brutal prick and I hate him more than anyone. But he seemed to be spot on about Michele forgetting all about me. f*****g this woman once could have been perceived as his way of getting information out of her. But twice, that just shows he went back for more. Unless she had more information to give him, but even then he looks like he’s enjoying it a little too much. 

I turned away from the screen with disappointment and heart ache. Ezio smirked at my reaction and turned the screen back. The image was imprinted in my mind and I couldn’t get it to erase. It was sent by the same person as before, ‘Marc’. Who was this ‘Marc’ and how has he managed to take these pictures from inside the building. This picture was taken through the crack of the door which means Ezio must have someone on the inside. 

“He has forgotten all about you mio caro (my darling)” he manipulated. 

I actually believe him this time and I can’t take anymore betrayal from Michele. From this moment on, I’ve decided to cut my feelings for Michele completely. He has displayed nothing but ignorance and careless behaviour since I left and I’m not letting him distract me anymore. I’m getting out of here and it looks like I’m going to have to do it alone. 

“I don’t care anymore, Michele is dead to me” I responded, causing Ezio to look at me wide eyed. 

He walked around the desk and perched on the edge in front of me. He lifted me from my chair and pulled me to his chest. After an awkward hug, he pulled away and looked deeply into my eyes.

“I just wanted to show my loyalty to you in the hope that you would return the favour” he stated. I forced a kind smile and stroked his face romantically. 

Camille burst through the door and caught us in each other’s arms, our faces inches apart. As much as I was dreading what her reaction was going to be, I was relieved she interrupted us as that moment. Her sudden appearance meant I dodged having to lock lips again with this disgusting being in front of me. 

“Are you f*****g kidding me?!” She screamed and Ezio pushed me back slightly. 

“What have I told you about knocking?!” He yelled, showing a more dominant approach towards his wife. 

“Are you f*****g her now?” 

“Do you see us f*****g?!” Ezio countered. I stayed quiet and tried not to get involved in yet another dispute between the two of them.

“You seemed to getting awfully close Ezio!” She shouted. 

“Get the f**k out of here Camille, I’m sick of your disrespectful behaviour”

“Disrespectful? I’m not the one about to snog someone else you lying little prick!” She screamed in defence. 

“Err... may I please leave?” I innocently asked Ezio and he seemed shocked by my change in behaviour. He leant down and kissed me on the cheek, causing me to shiver from his touch.

“I’ll come and find you later baby girl” he whispered and I headed towards the door. 

I thought I could make a quick exit without being attacked by Camille, but as I went to pass her, she launched at me. She threw her fist against my already busted lip, reopening the wound and tried to throw another. Ezio had intervened just in time to restrain her and prevent her from harming me further. I scowled at her and left the room, holding my lip which was now bleeding. Crazy b***h.