Debt to the Mafia Prince

Chapter 8

—AMELIA—

A knock on the door awoke me from my nap. I have been so bored sitting in my room all day that I had decided the best way to pass the time was to sleep. I opened my eyes and looked down towards the door, still firmly tucked into my covers. The door unlocked and a familiar face popped his head through. 

“Err, Miss Amelia?” The man asked hesitantly. 

I recognised him from the car ride. He was in the front seat when we dropped Renzo back at Michele’s, he was the one who spoke to the guy at the gate. He has short hair, a rounded face and deep green eyes. He was fairly muscular with tattoos all over; I guessed he was about 26. His short hair was blonde with faded sides and he never spoke a word in the car. I was surprised at his delicate demeanour considering he was one of Ezio’ henchmen, they all seemed to be very rude and stubborn. There was something different about this guy, he seemed... nice. 

“I’m sorry to disturb your sleep but Ezio has requested you to meet him in his study” he explained, taking a step into the room. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, letting out a long groan.

“Where is his study?” I asked with a rumbled tone. 

“I will take you to him, just come out when you’re ready” he smiled politely and left me to get up in peace. 

I got out of bed still dressed in the same outfit that I wore when I got here. I felt so trampy and disgusting wearing it but I didn’t have anything else. I scooped my hair into a high pony tail and walked over to the door. 

The man escorted me down the hallway and up the stairs. He opened one of the doors on the landing and beckoned me to enter. The room had wooden panelled walls which matched the flooring, bookcases ran along one side of the room and on the other was a long desk. There was a computer set on top and beside it were piles of documents and folders. 

Ezio was sitting behind the desk, focusing intensely on the screen. He had a black smart shirt on with black jeans and shoes. His sleeves were rolled half way up his arms revealing a large snake tattoo. He looked a bit tired and seemed distracted as he didn’t notice us enter the room. 

“Miss Amelia boss” the guy announced, gaining Ezio’s attention. He glanced up at me standing a few feet away from his desk and grinned. 

“Thank you Samuel” he said, not taking his eye off me for a second. Samuel left the room and shut the door, leaving me alone with a man who I despise. 

“Sit down” he instructed, pointing at the seat in front of his desk. 

I crept forward and sat down slowly. He said nothing for a while, he just sat there and stared at me, making me feel more and more uncomfortable. Finally, she sighed deeply and stood up. 

“I have arranged for someone to bring you some clean clothes” he stated, making his way around the desk. He stopped directly in front of me and leant against the wooden surface. His dark eyes staring straight into my soul, he smirked. 

“I don’t get a thank you?” He asked sarcastically. 

I stayed quiet and held my gaze. I didn’t want him thinking I was weak or appreciative of anything he did for me; I hated him. The familiar smell of his musky cologne filled my senses and caused me to squint slightly. 

“The silent treatment, how childish” he moaned. 

“What do you want?” I asked him, ignoring his pathetic comment. He pressed his lips together and leant down towards me. 

“Well, I did want you Amelia. Now that I’ve got you I don’t want anything, just for you to learn a little respect” his voice tensed. I scowled at him and leant back in my chair. 

“He’s going to get me back you know” I taunted him, folding my arms across my chest and smirking. Ezio let out a chilling laugh and leant down towards me.

“You don’t know him at all, do you? He’s already forgotten all about you Amelia” he chuckled. I lowered my brows at him in denial. 

“My men haven’t seen or heard from him for the past few days and he hasn’t made any attempts to find you, trust me, I would know if he did”. I tried to shake the niggling voice in the back of my mind telling me he was right. I had to keep my faith in Michele. 

“Don’t underestimate him” I defended. 

“You were just an item that he bought and busied himself with Amelia” he stated. 

I was shocked that he knew about Michele ‘buying’ me. I told him that I met him in my dads club, so how does he know that I was lying? Ezio raised his brow at me and took out his phone. He tapped away at the screen and then turned it to show me.

“Anyway, he seems pretty occupied if you ask me” he said with attitude. My chest tightened and my hands and feet suddenly went numb. Ezio was showing me a picture sent to him via text from someone called ‘Marc’. 

Michele was sitting on the arm chair in the living room of his house, completely naked with a woman on his lap. She too was naked and looked very familiar. I couldn’t see her face because her back was to the camera. It seemed like it was taken from outside the window. Ezio placed his finger to the screen and scrolled down revealing a second picture. 

The woman had a pleasurable expression on her face and had her head turned slightly towards the camera. Long brunette hair swept to one side and a perfectly toned figure, it was that assistant. I tried to hold in my tears as best I could but when I noticed the smug grin on Michele’s face in the photo I couldn’t stop them from falling. Ezio took his phone away with satisfaction and put it in his pocket. 

“I think he might have found a new toy to play with, he loves to have sloppy seconds” he commented, pushing the invisible knife deeper into my chest. 

He told me he loved me, he said that he wanted to protect me... that I was his. I guess a leopard really doesn’t change its spots. He’s always going to be the selfish, arrogant player that he was the first day I met him. I was stupid to think that I could be special enough to change that. I might have been his but he was clearly never mine. Ezio leant closer and tucked a loose strand behind my ear. 

“Don’t cry mio caro (my darling)” he softened his tone and wiped a tear from my cheek. 

“He has and always will be a Rossi; blind and insufferable”. I took in a shaky breath and looked up at him.

“Is that all you wanted me for?” I snapped, gritting my teeth and tensing my jaw. 

“No actually...” he said, moving away from the desk and ignoring my attitude. 

“I wanted to speak to you about some rules I have if you are going to be allowed to roam these halls freely”. He sat back down behind the desk and rested his arms on top of it. 

“Rule one: no snooping. I find it rude and disgraceful for people to stick their noses into my business. If I want you to know something then I will tell you”.

“Rule two: treat me and the people in this house with respect. You are not a guest here and I won’t tolerate you’re rude attitude towards any of my men or my wife”. I rolled my eyes at the word ‘respect’ considering I haven’t been shown any since I got here. 

“Rule three: if you are asked to do something by my men, you do it without any hassle. I don’t have the patience to hear of your disobedience towards my guys” he spat, turning his nose up at the thought of me disobeying them. 

“Rule four: don’t ever f*****g lie to me. There is nothing I hate more than a liar!” He passionately expressed.

“Rule five: upstairs and the prison hallways are strictly forbidden. They are off limits to you and you’re not to go anywhere near them”.

“And the final and most important rule: never, ever disobey me. If I tell you to come to me you come, if I tell you leave the room then you leave. I tell you to lick the f*****g floor then you do it. Anything I tell you to do, you do it without a moments hesitation. If you back chat me, take the piss or embarrass me then you will be punished and it will be worse than the punishment you will get for breaking any of the other rules. Do you understand?” He asked seriously. I scowled at him once again and bit my lip.

“So you’re basically telling me to be your f*****g slave” I snapped. He stood up without a second thought and slapped my cheek with the palm of his hand, causing my face to turn to the side. I whimpered in pain and cupped my cheek.

“I’m telling you to f*****g behave!” He yelled in anger. I cowered slightly and then sat up straight. I took a moment to calm my rage.

“You will be confined to your room for the rest of the night, tomorrow morning one of my guys will let you out” he growled. I stood up to leave when he gripped my arm tightly and pulled me towards him, leaning me onto the desk.

“Did I say you could f*****g leave?” He breathed in my ear. I took in a deep breath and sat back down. He was still standing, leaning over the desk and staring at me intimidatingly. 

“Please can I go back to my room?” I asked shakily. 

He huffed and then sat down in his seat, raising his hand to the door to give me permission to leave. I hurried out of the room and ran to back the safety of mine. When I shut the door I burst into tears. Michele’s got that assistant wrapped around his waist whilst I’m stuck here being abused and treated like a slave. I did this for him and for the guys in that house but I’m starting to regret it. Maybe he didn’t care after all.