Chapter 111 : I Need You
Chapter 111: I Need You
Sophie
“Kitten, you look second away from passing out, maybe this wasn't a good idea.” Adriano tipped my chin up, looking down at me.
“I…my father was never nice.” I mumbled.
Angelo raised his eyebrows, his fingers messing with the beanies on his head.
“Okay,” he said.
“No, he was always a…asshole.” I muttered and they exchanged glances.
“Are you by any chance drunk or high on something?” Luciano asked and I just looked at him.
“No,” he gave me a short grin.
“Sorry, but what are you freaking out?” He asked.
“That painting in there…”
“You want it? We can get it for you.” Adriano immediately reached for his wallet in his leather jacket.
“No! I mean I do want it , it is beautiful but my mother made it.” He frowned.
“What?”
“My mother made it with her own hands.” They exchange glances again.
“I thought your father was the artistic one?” Luciano asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
“No, apparently.” I replied.
“So, he was never good.” Angelo said.
“He manipulated you and your mother?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“My whole childhood was a lie.”
We stood there in silence, they kept looking at me and I could feel theirs gazes as I glared down at the ground.
“I wish I could ask him.” I whispered.
“Why he did what he did but I guess it doesn't matter anymore.”
“He is gone,” Angelo said, stepping closer and cupping my face in his warm hand, looking me in the eyes.
“He is gone, princess. He can never hurt you, your mother or anyone ever again. Everyone who can hurt us are gone.”
I closed my eyes, feeling them burn with tears.
“My mother's bitterness makes sense now, at least.”
“The restaurant definitely has rats.” Luciano provided his wrong input, looking around with his face unfriendly as heck. He was dressed up a black t-shirt, dark denim and a dark blue jacket, all of which he wore like a model.
I shouted, sitting down on the window side of the booth. We were at a beautiful restaurant that sold all kinds of intercontinental dishes and the Rizzos were being a baby about it not having enough stars.
“This place has been here for years.” I told them as they finally sat down.
“It was established decades ago and has been passed down to the family.”
“It must not be very profitable judging by everything.” Adriano muttered. He was wearing a black jeans, a maroon t-shirt and a leather jacket.
“The interior compliments the place. But yes, a few things can use a bit of renovation.”
“A bit?” Angelo inquired?
He was wearing a simple grey t-shirt, denim and a black jacket and a gray beanie that matched with the colors of his shirt. He looked really good in a beanie and he had worn it in a way with letting some of his front hair frame his face while his shoulder length hair was down to its length. They looked casual, yet I could see the outline of guns in their jackets. I wondered why I didn't feel threatened by the guns anymore, or by them. I should have been sacred of them, it would have been a logical thing after finding out who they really were and then having a letter carved into me soon by their enemy. But after what I went through had taught me, all I felt was protectiveness and love. My heart broke every time I thought of what they had told me, our conversation had been of mere minutes but they had lived that for five years. I used to think that I had it hard, I was living on a cloud compared to what they had gone through and I could not imagine it. Three brothers captured and tortured, hurt so much that they held the evidence on their skin and in the darkness in their eyes.
I thought of what Angelo had said about Max. He was suffering. I knew he was, I knew they would make him suffer and I tried to find that kind and sympathetic part of me but I felt like he himself had craved it out of me. I could not feel pity for who had hurt me and my men. I was glad my father was dead, still I felt no sympathy. As we ate in silence which was broken only by them still insisting that the food was bad while devouring it. I wonder where I would have been if they never saw me. The panic which came with the thought knocked the breath out of me. They had intertwined their merciless and blood-filled lives into mine so much that they had fused. Now, there was no way out. Not that I needed or desire one anyways.
I was tucked into Angelo’s arms as we walked on the sidewalk, Luciano and Adriano were getting me brownies.
“Have you thought about it, baby?” He asked, I knew what he was asking. Going away with Simi Gold.
“I felt like my mind was screaming at me.” I shrugged into him, looking around.
“I need time.”
“Okay, we have all the time in the world.” I smiled.
“We do?”
“I don't plan on leaving you alone.” He said, looking down at me.
“I need you, you know that, right?” I nodded.
“I don't plan on that either.” I muttered.
We stopped when we heard the car, it stopped beside us and Luciano stepped out, opening the door. Angelo helped me in and then got in himself. He put my seatbelt on, raising an eyebrow when I said I could do it myself and the car started again. Angelo was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on my lap, eyes fixed on the road. I looked out of the window at the passing city, tonight had been perfect, just walking around and shopping, too much of it. I had tried to pay, with all my strength but they took my card and were yet to give it back. When I accused them of stealing and gently reminded them of the laws, they just looked at me like I had lost it. Of course, telling three mafia bosses laws was something smart. I relaxed back in my seat, my wound had started to hurt again and the last thing I needed was it not letting me sleep at night.
“You can watch a movie while you eat.” I presented my million dollars idea. They exchanged glances and then Luciano spoke.
“What movie are you thinking of?”
“It is scary.” Adriano said as I told them the movies I wanted to watch. I agreed.
“But you can fight the spirit and ghosts away, right?” I peeked up at Adriano who instantly nodded, settling me down on a seat of their home theater.
It was large and had too comfortable seats, I knew I would be asleep halfway into the movie.
“Baby girl, it would usually not have a problem with you clinging to us but I don't want you scared. You are hurt already and we don't want nightmares, do we?” Angelo said softly, kissing my lips. I sighed.
“You are scared?”
“Do you realize that those stitches are eventually going to come out and leave you as spankable, right?” Luciano said in a mocking way, gripping my neck.
“We can watch it, but we are not going to because you will get scared, choose another one, okay?”
I squeezed my thighs together. Damn it.
“Yes, daddy.”
“That is my good girl.”