Chapter 10: Catching Up

**Althaia**

“Thaia, get your ass up!” A voice shouted and I heard the constant hammering on the door. I let out an annoyed groan at the sounds. I couldn’t sleep and kept tossing and turning in bed, my thoughts were racing at a hundred miles per hour. I couldn’t stop thinking about all that had happened in such a short time, and I still had questions for my father I need to ask before I left back home. And that Devil named Damiano did nothing to ease my thinking. It was always the hot ones you had to keep an eye out for. Well, that was not entirely true. I just said that because he was hot as fuck.

The hammering on the door didn’t stop. Not even once. IT just kept going with Cara on the other side as she continued to yell at me to open the door.

“My God, Cara!” I snapped and swung the door open with my eyes half-open.

“Finally!” She exclaimed and I ignored her and returned to my bed, getting under the blanket and pulling it over my head, intending to fall asleep again.

“What are you doing? Get up!” Suddenly, the blanket was pulled from my body. Please, Lord, grant me the strength to not rip her head off and throw it out of the window!

“Cara!” I snapped again as I sat up and searched for the blanket. “Let me sleep! It’s early!” I complained. I gave up on finding the blanket and plopped down on the bed again.

Whatever, I could sleep like this.

“Early? It’s 1:30 pm.” Damn, already? “And close your legs, we can see your vajayjay.”

“Don’t fucking look then.” I said annoyed.

Wait.

“We?” I asked confused. “Who’s ‘we’?” I lifted my head to look, and sure enough, there was Michael, resting against the door frame that divided the sitting area from the bedroom. I looked at him in horror and he just stood there and smiled all innocently at me.

“Morning to you, Thaia.” I closed my legs and screamed at him.

“Turn around!” I continued to scream at him. Cara was standing at the end of the bed, laughing so hard that tears were visible in her eyes. I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, hoping the ground would just open and swallow me.

***

“Your daddy wants you to join a small dinner party next week.” Cara informed. We were at a café, sitting outside and having a bite to eat while we enjoyed the very hot sun that was currently baking us.

“Why?” I took a sip of my second dose of ice coffee. I desperately needed the caffeine due to the lack of sleep.

“Since there is no point in hiding you anymore, you might as well come to the different occasions.” Michael explained.

“So, he’s just gonna forget that the fact he still didn’t bother to reach out to me all these years and expects me to be, I don’t know, okay with it?” Just because I missed him and we hugged, it didn’t mean I still wasn’t hurt by the lack of effort of him not reaching out to me. All those years where I had desperately wanted my father but I had to force those feelings away because he couldn’t be bothered to keep in touch.

“You have to understand where he is coming from. If he started to call you or show up at your place, you might as well be dead now.” Michael shrugged as he casually explained.

“People are ruthless, Thaia. They will do anything to get what they want. The things I have witnessed.” Cara shuddered and Michael nodded in agreement, looking less bothered than Cara.

“I guess…” I sighed. Maybe they were right. Who knew what would have happened to me if it was all true. Would I have been abducted and tortured? Would they have mercilessly cut into my flesh to retaliate against my father? Cut off my limbs and deliver them to his residence. The thought of that made me sick. I didn’t know what these people were capable of… I might as well expect the very worst.

“Are you coming then?” Cara asked in a hopeful tone.

“I can’t. I only took this week off. I have to get back to work.” Cara gave me a bored look as I said that.

“You work for your mother. I’m pretty sure she can let your ass off for a few more days.”

“And because she is my mother, she goes hard on me.” My mother owned a boutique and designed gowns and dresses, and I suppose I inherited that skill from her. I have always enjoyed drawing and then I decided to take it a step further by creating my own gown sketch ideas.

“One time I messed up an order and she was a second away from pulling out a wooden spoon to whoop my ass.” I scoffed out at the memory. She would whoop your ass in a heartbeat with her beloved wooden spoon.

“Not the wooden spoon!” Cara and Michael said at the same time, and we all burst out laughing. Since we all had spent a lot of time together when we were younger, Michael got his fair share of whooping with the wooden spoon. My mother was the type of person who would use the wooden spoon on anyone who misbehaves, regardless of who they were. Cara and I got a lot of them when we were kids.

“I’ll talk to her, she never says no to me.” Cara bragged and I rolled my eyes at her.

“Sucks to be an only child, and not even be the favorite.” I joked as I let out a dramatic sigh. My mother loved me and Cara very much. There was no doubt that she wanted to be able to do whatever she could for Cara since she wasn’t able to come and live with us. Hence why she would never say no to her.

“What’s the dinner party about anyways?” I asked confused. Would there be a bunch of men with guns present?

“I guess it’s to make up for the engagement party yesterday. It’s only for the family and the Bellavia family.” Cara explained. So, yes. Men with guns would be present.

“Again, I’m so sorry about that.” I gave an apologetic look but she simply waved me off. After the episode, I went to search for Cara and I explained to her what my father had just revealed. She couldn’t have cared less about the party and just wanted to make sure I was okay. She was an angel and didn’t deserve to be treated like that.

“Baah, you guys are so boring!” Michael complained and threw his head back. “I thought we would be doing something fun.” He sulked as he threw his head back.

“I told you we were just going out to eat and do some shopping. Nobody asked you to come, you just dragged your ass with me.” Cara rolled her eyes at him.

“I was bored, and there wasn’t much do to anyways at this time. Besides, don’t you rather have me around instead of, what’s his name?” Michael stopped to think. “Oh, Maso!” He exclaimed. Cara chuckled at him.

“Maso is a great guy, he just takes his job way too seriously and basically breathes down my neck, but still a great guy.” Cara wasn’t allowed to leave without a chaperone, and Maso was the one to be with her wherever she went. He was a very serious guy though.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Let’s just go, my ass is getting numb.” Michael got up and stretched his arms above his head, which caused the white t-shirt he was wearing to slightly lift up, showing some of his toned stomach.

I couldn’t help myself and gaze for a little longer than I should have. I took the time to closely check him out, and it was clear to see he spent time working out. He was nowhere the built of Damiano, but his physique was quite nice actually. My eyes roamed his body till they met his eyes, seeing he was already looking at me with a smirk on his face.

“Like what you see, gorgeous?” He winked at me. My face burned in embarrassment that he had caught me openly checking him out. He didn’t seem to mind though.

“Stop flirting and let’s go.” Cara ordered as she rolled her eyes at him. Michael put his arm around my shoulder as we walked in the direction of the shops.

“I definitely liked what I saw earlier.” He whispered in my ear.

“Shut up.” I smacked his chest and he just let out a chuckle, having me slightly blush at his words.