Chapter 4 : Those Big Hands
Chapter 4: Those Big Hands
Sophie
I walked faster, digging into my leather jacket to grab the pepper spray. That was one thing I will never forget to take with me. The steps quickened, it was one man and his steps heavy and infrequent as if the person was drunk. I ran, if he was drunk, he wouldn't be able to catch me but his steps quickened until he was running. He had tricked me?
I ran as fast as I could but he got me. He grabbed my arm and I was thrown to the ground. I looked up at the man with blurry eyes, my glasses had fallen off. I took the pepper spray out but he easily grabbed it from my hand and threw it away.
“Oh, little, Sophie.” He said and I recognized his voice.
I knew it was familiar but I just couldn't place it and my heart was beating so fast that I could barely breathe.
‘Don’t hurt me, don't hurt me.’ I kept murmuring to myself. He grabbed me by the hair but then I heard the screech of tires. He let go of me, making me slam my head on the sidewalk and ran away, disappearing into the darkness of the night with the efficiency of a true predator. I quickly sat up, my hands trembling as I searched around for my glasses. The blur in my eyes had worsened because of my tears. My head hurt but it wasn't that bad. I saw someone crouched down beside me and then two more appeared.
“Are you hurt, kitten?” The voice filled my ears and I recognized it instantly. Adriano Rizzo.
What? I froze momentarily, they must have seen me, searching around blindly for my glasses.
“M..my glasses.” I mumbled, a sob breaking through my lips. I was nearly hyperventilating.
“Here,” Luciano said. I felt him put the glasses on my nose and I breathed out a sigh of relief, finally able to see.
I looked at them, first at Angelo, Luciano and then Adriano. They were all in their sexy suits and it looked like they were coming back from work but they didn't live in this neighborhood and a limousine was parked nearby.
“T..thank you.” I whispered, shaking. I stood up on my feet, wrapping my arms around myself. I felt horrible right now.
“Who dared to hurt you? Did you see their faces?” Luciano asked, eyes emotionless as they looked into mine. But they softened when a hiccup left my lips.
“I don't know,” I whispered.
“M..my glasses were off as soon as he grabbed me.” I rubbed my hands up and down my arms even though I didn't feel cold. But their presence was making goosebumps appear on my skin. I wanted to sleep, I was so tired.
“Let's drop you home.” Angelo offered and I shook my head.
“It is near, I will go by myself.”
I was scared of them too, I didn't know them and they could hurt me, although my mind and body disagree with that. They are strong and powerful and rumors about them were horrible. The last thing I wanted was to gey attention from mafia men.
“Then, we will walk with you.” Adriano shrugged, using a tone that demanded obedience as if he was used to getting someone to obey his order. I didn't want them knowing where I live, I bit into my bottom lip.
“I..I can go,” I insisted, almost shrinking as their eyes heated up.
“Please?” I mumbled. They watched me for a long moment and then Luciano nodded.
“Go,”
I turned around and walked away, feeling their eyes on me until I took a turn. I quickly unlocked my apartment door and walked inside. I peek through the hole and watch their limousine pass by. It slowed down when I passed my apartment building and I let out a shaky breath. Now, they knew where I lived.
I always kept money in my jacket, and now everywhere I went, I looked for their limousine. I don't know why I even looked for it, I was just drawn to them. Or maybe I was just paranoid, thinking that there was someone out there always wanting to hurt me. I had a little panic filled flashbacks of the guy who had attacked through the whole month, his familiar voice bugging the heck out of me. Where had I heard it? I didn't know.
I twirled the stylus around between my fingers, sitting at one of the tables in the cafe before my shift started. I still had about an hour but I had nothing to do. I came early. I glared down at the blank screen of my tablet, was I seriously having a block out right now? My blocks were so random and they never made sense, still whenever I had a block, I kept pushing myself. Real motivation always came after starting for me.
‘You hit that block till it breaks.’ Frida Kohli's voice came into my head. She is one of the best artists in the world, for me she was and her abstract was better than anyone.
‘You own your art, don't let your art own you.’
Soon, I began making something, it just happened. One second I was glaring down at the screen and the next my hand started going as it had a mind of its own. When I finished, my shirt was about to start in a few minutes, yet I couldn't tear my eyes away from what I had made. It was them, their faces. A little shadow as if surrounded my darkness, a little blur but it was them. I was a creep, I sighed, shutting off the tablet and putting it away in my small bag. I had embroidered stars as soon as I got from the thrift store. I kept the bag in the locker in the back room of the cafe and changed into the fabulous cashier uniform.
I tied my head up in a little messy bun and headed for the counter, ready for another five hours shift. I was secretly not to encounter those triplets during my shift but my mind and body were working against me. They craved their presence. What the hell!
I watched with wide eyes as Luciano browsed through the book on the bookshelves, his one hand in the pocket of his leather jacket which was stretched over his muscular shoulders. His long legs covered in denim and under his leather jacket was a white t-shirt. Too casual an outfit for someone as powerful as him.
I knew everyone in the cafe was looking at him, it was night and Susan had said that I would be getting the evening shift soo, so I didn't mind the night that much right now, there were not many people in the cafe right now. But he was there and I lost myself admiring how hot as fuck he looks right now. Those big hands..