Chapter 20

We have been in this same position for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's presence. As much I didn't want to admit it, I was really enjoying this. Being this close to him, in his arms made me feel safe and wanted.

This also left me really confused, because if I remembered clearly, I was still a prisoner here. I shouldn't be feeling this type of way towards someone like him. But here I was, wrapped up in his arms with his hands rubbing soothing circles on my back, those same hands that once wrapped around my neck to kill me, those very same hands that were tangled in blondie's hair as she sucked him off, those same hands that no doubt have killed many people.

Speaking of blondie, I haven't seen her around here since the last time I ran into her.

Were they dating?

And if so, why was I here right now?

Somehow, he had managed to make me feel safe, when I should really be afraid of him. I wasn't going to complain, I was going to enjoy this moment for as long as it lasted. I knew that as soon as we left his office, he would go back to being that cold, uncaring asshole.

His moods gave me serious whiplash. One minute he can't keep his hands off me and then the next minute he is holding a fucking gun to my head.

I needed to talk to him. I wanted to understand what was happening between us.

Us?

Was there even an 'us' or was that just in my head? He didn't seem like the type to settle down.

Wait a minute.

Why am I thinking about a future with him, when all I should be thinking of is a way to escape here, escape him?

I was beyond confused. Being this close to him always confused me. Like, did he like me or not? Was I just a warm body that he could use whenever he wanted or was there something more?

Just thinking of all the 'what ifs' was sure to drive me crazy, so I decided to just ask him instead.

Leaning back away from him to create some very much needed distance, I was about to open my mouth to ask him when the door burst open.

Turning my attention to the doorway I saw his sister standing there with a knowing smirk. I tried to get off his lap not wanting his sister to get the wrong idea, but he held me in place.

"So, I see you guys already made up" she said wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"It's not what it looks like" I blurted out immediately.

This resulted with Emilio chuckling. I was still on his lap and god did I want the ground to open up and swallow me so that I could escape this awkward situation.

It's like we always get caught in the most awkward situations ever. I'm starting to wonder if this was a sign. Maybe the universe was trying to show me that I shouldn't get involved with a mafia leader.

It's not like I was involved or anything really. It's just that my body seem to always betray me when we were alone. My body craved his touch, even when I try to reason with myself that this was a hopeless situation that would only leave me hurt.

"Anyways that's none of my business if you guys want to fuck each other or not. I just came to inform you that the pilot says that the jet will be ready by 6pm today" she said.

"Why didn't he call me?" Emilio asked.

"Oh, he called you many times, but I guess you were too busy to answer your phone" she teased.

He didn't reply. I was very uncomfortable sitting on his lap with sister in the room, but he just wouldn't allow me to get up.

"I'll leave you guys to it. Oh, and by the way use a condom, I'm way too young to be an aunt" she called out as she left the room.

I was beyond mortified. I was blushing so much I was sure my entire face was red by now. Emilio on the other just laughed it off. It was the first time that I have ever heard him laugh and it was beautiful.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer" he said with that arrogant smirk he always wore.

I didn't even notice that I was staring at him all this time.

"I've seen better" I retorted with a smirk of my own.

"Oh really?" he asked sitting up, bringing his face closer.

"Yes really"

His face was just a few inches from mine now. He was leaning in closer and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he brought his lips to my ears instead and whispered.

"We'll have to continue this another time, Tesoro" he whispered biting my ear and then pushing me off his lap.

"Asshole" I muttered, heading for the door.

I had thought he was going to kiss me, but instead the asshole pushed me off his lap. He thought that he could tease me and get away with it. HELL NO!

He only laughed as I stomped my way to the door.

"Pack a suitcase. Make sure you pack something sexy to wear to the club" he called out, just as I slammed the door behind me.

Pack something sexy. I'll show him sexy alright.

...

I was officially done packing. I don't know how long we were going to stay in Italy for so I just threw a lot of clothes in the suitcase I found in the closet.

Thinking about it, I still don't understand why he bought me all these clothes. Some of which I could never afford. Yet he spent all this money on clothes for me, his prisoner.

Could he really like me?

And if he did like me, could I look pass all the horrible things he has done to me, including still holding me against my will.

This was a complicated situation. I never expected to feel anything other than hatred towards him, but somehow, I feel like I could tolerate his presence. I mean I don't feel the growing need to chuck a pan at his face every time I see him anymore.

Or was it just lust?

Of course, it was just lust for him. The only time he's shown interest in me is when we were alone. We've never sat down and had a real conversation. The only thing that did the talking between us was our bodies and somehow, I was ok with that.

But was I ready to take the next step?

Could I let him take the only precious thing I have left?

My virginity.

He knew how to make me feel alive, even if it was just for a moment. I think I'll think about it when we get to that point, but until then I'll just go with whatever it is that is going on.

There was a knock followed by the door opening shortly afterwards.

"Are you ready?" Luca asked.

I haven't seen him since the incident and looking at him made those embarrassing moments rush back to me. I blushed furiously trying hard not to think about it.

"Yup" I said looking anywhere, but on him.

"Good, we're leaving now" he said walking over to my suitcase and picking it up.

He carried it while I followed behind him quietly. Outside there were a few black cars lined up along the driveway.

He walked towards the one directly in front of use and put my suitcase in the trunk. I stood awkwardly at the door, not knowing where to go.

"Get in" I heard someone say from behind.

Turning around I came face to face with Emilio. Of course, it was him. Who else would it be?

I got in and he got in after me. I sat awkwardly in my seat waiting for the car to drive away. Just as it was pulling away, blondie jumped in front of the car, forcing the driver to slam his foot on the brakes and me to fly forward, hitting my nose on the seat before me.

Fuck that hurt. I rubbed my nose as a means to soothe the ache.

I should probably put on my seatbelt, I thought.

Blondie ran around to the window and knocked on the window frantically. Emilio wound down the window and she bent down showing off her tits that were spilling out her shirt.

"I'm ready" she said with a huge smile on her face.

"You're not coming. When I get back, make sure you're not here" he said in a cold tone.

"Drive" he instructed the driver in an impatient tone.

Did he just kick her out?

What did that mean?

Why would he do that?

Why did I feel a little happy that he did that?

Smiling inwardly, I sat back in my seat and turned my attention to window. I was trying to figure out where we were. We were driving for a long time now and I was getting really tired of being in this confined space with nowhere to go and nothing to do.

I took a look over at Emilio and he was on his phone. Lucky bastard. I didn't have a phone here and I was more than certain that no one would give me one.

Sighing, I leaned my head against the window. The road was now a little bumpy so I turned my attention to the front. There was a private jet before me.

How rich was he? I thought as I looked over to him.

The car came to a stop and we got out. He didn't even bother looking in my direction as he walked forward towards the entrance of the jet and got on board. I just trailed behind him like a lost puppy, assuming that I should follow him.

When on board, I was in awe of how luxurious the interior of the jet was. He never failed to show how rich he was. Everything in here screamed money and I was afraid to touch anything.

"Sit" he commanded, gesturing to the seat in front of the one he was sitting in.

I sat quietly and prepared myself for the flight. I've never flown before and I was beyond nervous.

"Lay I" I heard someone call out beside me.

Turning to the side I saw an Enzo and a few other men making their way to the unoccupied seats, including Stefano who was sending me his usual glare to which I smiled in return.

"Zozo" I exclaimed with a smile on my face.

I guess Lay Lay was my new nickname.

"Please buckle your seatbelts and prepare for takeoff" a voice was heard over the intercom.

Enzo sat at the seat on the other side beside me as we prepared for takeoff.

I turned my attention in front of me to see Emilio with a scowl on his face. What was his problem now? Ignoring him, I decided not to let his sour mood get me down.

Italy here I come.