I gasped, sitting up instantly. My heart was pounding faster and my body sweaty as I looked around me, taking in my environment.
I am the only one here. I don't see my dad or that masked man anywhere.
That was a nightmare.
I let out a sigh, calming my nerves.
I guess this is going to be a norm. I will have nightmares till forever.
I sat up properly and rested my back on the headboard.
Flashes of how that masked man slit my dad's throat made me close my eyes and open.
My heart clenched tightly.
I gulp, feeling how dry my throat is.
I need water.
I got out of bed and headed towards the door. I headed out and walked along the quiet hallway.
The night is peaceful and quiet. I didn't even check the clock to know what time it was.
But it looks very late.
Everyone must be asleep.
Mario as well. He looked very tired earlier. He must have retired after dinner.
I guess life in a mafia world is not easy. It comes with a lot to do. And they are very resourceful. They were able to find out who ambushed us and who killed my parents.
I let out a sigh as the thought of my parents tightened my heart.
Not long later, I got to the kitchen. Ask me how I managed to find my way here, and I will tell you that I studied the maids a bit this morning.
And I took a wild guess.
So, here I am.
The kitchen is very large and spacious. And spotless too. It is almost as big as ours.
My mum loves the kitchen so much. When I was little, she would always yell at me whenever I ran into the kitchen chasing after my puppy.
The worst is whenever I mess the floor up with the dirt under my footwear after playing in the garden.
She was beyond furious.
I walked towards the fridge and opened it. I took out a bottle of water and closed the fridge.
My eyes roamed the kitchen again as I walked towards the edge of the island while opening the bottle.
I began gulping till I finished the entire water. I let out a breath as tears approached my eyes.
This kitchen also reminds me of how I heard my dad's voice, followed by a gunshot.
My heart clenched.
The way my mum pushed me to Annamarie and trusted my safety in her hands makes me want to scream out loud.
Tears flowed down freely.
I sniffled, closing back the bottle as I wiped my face slightly. I walked towards the trash can and dumped the empty bottle.
I turned to walk out, but I locked my eyes with gray ones, making me freeze.
It was the Don.
He is standing a few steps away from me in a black tank top like that first night I saw him and gray sweatpants with his two hands in his pockets.
He was silent and looking at me.
My heart raced.
I fiddled with my fingers as I thought of what to say, but I got nothing.
What he said to me earlier came into my head.
He thinks I am a spy.
The way he is looking at me right now, he must be having negative thoughts about my reasons for being out here alone at this time and while everyone is asleep.
"I.....I came to get water. I was thirsty," I stuttered nervously.
He didn't say a word but kept staring at me.
I lowered my gaze as I fiddled with my fingers continuously.
"Why the tears?" He asked, slicing the silence with his wicked voice.
I am on the edge already.
"Nothing," I answered, looking at him.
"Tell me the reason," he ordered, making my heart race faster.
"I....I miss my parents." I said.
"They are dead and gone. Move on." He said nonchalantly.
I furrowed my brows, feeling the sting in my heart.
He is looking at me without any emotion.
"How could you say that? Don't you have a heart?" I almost cried.
"Wandering around my house at this time is a suspicious movement. Don't do that again." He ordered, ignoring my question.
I let out a tiny scoff of disbelief as my heart tightened.
I nodded. "I am sorry about that. Excuse me." I said, walking ahead and was about, walking past him, but he grabbed my arm and brought me closer, making my heart drop as I looked at him.
His gray eyes carried a lot of power and authority. His grip on my arm is strong, and his height is literally messing with my breathing.
He is a giant compared to me.
But he is extremely handsome.
Absolutely gorgeous this close.
And scary.
"Why didn't you come down for dinner?" He asked.
I furrowed my brows slightly. "I.....I.... wasn't hungry...."
"You lied to my son. Why is that?" He asked, looking straight at me.
My heart pounded as I struggled with words.
My head is blank right now.
"Listen, little girl, as long as you are living under my roof, don't do annoying things like make my son worry so much about you just as he did earlier tonight, do you hear me?" .
I furrowed my brows slightly in confusion.
"I hate repeating myself," he snarled.
"Yes.....sir," I almost whispered, and I saw something flash through his eyes. He averted his eyes from me as he released my arm.
I rubbed it slightly. "I apologize,"
"Leave," he ordered, without looking at me.
I nodded slightly as I headed out of the kitchen.
Letting out a breath, I rubbed my arms as I ran up the stairs and walked along the hallway.
I went to my room and closed the door after me. I got on the bed and covered myself as I turned off the lights.
I lay properly as the Don filled my thoughts.
"Listen, little girl, as long as you are living under my roof, don't do annoying things like make my son worry so much about you, just as he did earlier tonight."
I stirred to the side as his words kept singing in my head.
"They are dead and gone. Move on,"
I sucked my teeth, stirring to the other side.
He is gorgeous, no doubt.
Very manly and powerful in a sexy way, but he is mean.
How can he be like that?
How could he say such a thing?
He really thinks I am a spy. That could be one of the reasons why he is mean to me.
I lay on my back and took out my hands under the covers as I let out a sigh.
Ace was mean, alright. But when it came to Lyric, he was an angel who only wanted nothing but to protect her.
To keep her for him.
Geez, Evelyn, you are doing it again.
This is not a fairytale.
Stop already.
The Don is not your fairytale. He has his wife and family to protect.
Not you.
Stop.
***"********
NEXT DAY....
I opened my eyes as the cold and refreshing water poured from my hair down to my legs.
It is a new day, and I am getting ready for breakfast. I don't want to make anyone worried.
I didn't sleep all night because I couldn't stop thinking about the Don.
Don't blame me. He is too handsome to forget about.
Besides, it is in my head. No one can see or hear what is going on in my head. I can say anything I want in my head.
Like the fact that Candela is beautiful with an hourglass figure which every mafia man in my stories loves and wants, but she is mean, impolite and bitter.
Secondly, the Don. He is gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. My legs weaken and my heart races anytime I lock eyes with him or hear him speak, but he is mean as well. He doesn't have a heart.
See? Who heard what I said in my head? No one.
I turned off the shower, walked toward the spot where the towels were and I grabbed one.
I wiped my body a bit and wrapped the towel around my body as I took the other towel for my hair.
I began drying my hair as I walked out of the bathroom and into the room.
I walked towards the mirror while still drying my hair. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while before applying lotion, body spray and hair cream to my hair.
I walked towards the closet and took out a simple dress and some underwear. Done with everything, I applied lip gloss as I stared at the pendant on my neck in the mirror.
This replaced the other. It is the only thing that belongs to my parents and makes me feel close to them.
My heart tightened and I felt tears coming again.
I let out breath, calming my nerves.
I comported myself, stared at the mirror one last time before heading out of my room.
I walked along the hallway, staring at my nails as I walked. They look like they need.....
I bumped into someone, making some papers in the person's hands fall on the floor.
"I am so sorry," I said, leaning down to pick up the papers, and so did the person.
"It's okay," the male voice said.
I looked at him.
He looks familiar. He sat at the table with us yesterday morning.
He looked at me too.
I lowered my gaze as I focused on what I was picking.
"I am really sorry. I wasn't looking." I said as we both stood up straight after picking up the papers.
"It is okay, ma'am. I wasn't looking either," he said.
"Call me, Evelyn." I said, giving him a tiny smile.
A smile formed on his lips too. He is quite good-looking with his blue eyes, short brunet hair, pointed nose and small lips. We are almost the same height. But he is taller.
"I hope I didn't hurt you," he asked with a little worry written on his face.
I shook my head. "No, you...."
"Carlos,"
I froze at the sound of the familiar husky voice behind me.
God, the voice!