THE MAFIA'S DEADLY DEVOTION
The Mafia's Deadly Devotion- Episode 11&12
(..Stuck with the mafia boss..)
By; Cherry Love F.
Angelo didn't sleep last night so he just had his shower in the morning and lay face up on his bed with his eyes closed, he was really exhausted. He lay so perfectly still that one would think he's actually sleeping.
Emily was woken up by the head maid who had a mean look on her face as she splashed water on her, waking her up.
"Good morning princess". The woman sneered.
"Who are you?". Emily asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"Your boss and i would better do as i say if i were in your place, you've not done anything since you came here, you must be feeling like a princess". She scoffed.
"I don't understand, what are you saying?". Emily was on her feet now, the lady, Anna, didn't answer, instead she shoved a broom into Emily's hand.
"The boss should be out for work now, he goes to work every day by 7am and you are in charge of cleaning his room, don't enter his room when he's around and keep your head bent when you come across him, is that clear?. My name is Anna and I'm your boss". Anna said with an air of authority and Emily immediately nodded about to go when Anna spoke again.
"You don't expect to go looking like this. Go and take your bath, you stink". Anna winced and Emily immediately did as she was told.
Immediately she came out, she was met with Anna's disgusted face.
"Go on get moving". She snapped her fingers and Emily scurried off immediately.
Emily got to Angelo's room not bothering to knock since he wouldn't be around anyways. Taking a deep breath, she looked at the room, it was painted a stormy dark grey colour just like his personality, Emily thought entering inside and staring at the room, there was a portrait of a woman on the wall. A very beautiful woman who appeared to be in her 30s.
Emily's eyes fell to the bed and she staggered back, Angelo was lying on the bed, his face turned towards her, staring at her with his usual emotionless eyes. He wore only his denim jeans and a white shirt with nothing underneath and the buttons were left open revealing his lean but muscular build.
"You really have some nerves coming in without knocking". Angelo broke the silence, his voice deep and husky, coated with a sexual allure without him even trying, Emily gulped gripping the broomstick tightly.
"I'm sorry, i thought you weren't around". She muttered, her hands shaking visibly as his lazy, tired eyes remained fixed on her.
Angelo didn't say anything else, he just picked up a cigarette about to light it, but changed his mind, throwing it away instead and picking up his phone, he texted someone and dropped it back. Emily began her work, conscious of his blank stare on her.
"Come here". Angelo said after a while.
"Huh?".
"You heard me". Angelo snapped. Emily took little steps towards him till she got to the side of the bed and stopped, Angelo pulled her arm making her stumble and fall on top of him, his gaze remaining fixed on her face. Angelo could feel the way her heart raced against his chest, he turned her in such a way that she lay beside him.
"W-what are you doing?". She asked trying to wriggle herself out of his grasp.
"Don't". Angelo ordered and emily kept quiet at once, her shoulders tense. The room was quiet now and Emily lay perfectly still by his side, not daring to move. They stayed in that position for a while, Angelo was staring at the wall emotionlessly while Emily stared at the tattoo on his skin, it was of a woman holding a rose and the sun above her, then a few millimeters away was a withered rose.
Emily furrowed her eye brows, wondering what the tattoo signified and why the rose was withered with the absence of the woman and the sun.
"What does it mean?...the tattoo". She blurted out before she could catch herself and clasped her hands over her mouth in shock. Angelo didn't answer, he looked at her briefly and she immediately lowered her gaze.
"Did you also have a rough childhood?". Emily started again and she didn't notice notice Angelo's jaw tick as he narrowed his eyes at her. "All the movies I've watched, the male lead has some troubled past or trauma and becomes aloof. Did you have one too?".
"Doesn't everyone?". Angelo muttered under this breath quietly.
"I didn't". Emily chirped with a smile. "What happened to you?". She asked innocently.
"How are you so freaking innocent?". Angelo breathed out, staring at Emily's doe like eyes that were slightly widened with curiosity but Emily just stared at him waiting for an answer.
Instead he shrugged. "Forget it". He said and closed his eyes.
Gradually, his chest began to rise and fall steadily. Emily looked up to find him fast asleep, his usual emotionless face was gone replaced with a surreal gentleness that she couldn't believe she could have ever seen on his face in her life, Emily knew she should have looked away then but she didn't.... she couldn't. A few strands of hair were scattered on Angelo's face and Emily moved her hand upwards to tuck it and keep it in order. His eye lashes were long and thick, perhaps even thicker than that of most girls.
Leave now!!!!. her sub conscious screamed at her. Every single brain cell of hers was telling her to move away from him but her body was doing the complete opposite.
But her hand trailed further down, tracing the outline of his face, down his jawline and moving to his lips when she finally came back to her senses but he was faster as always, he held her hand before she could remove it from his face and his eyes fluttered open, his dark grey orbs locked on her baby bluish ones.
"Will you let me sleep?". He asked, his voice even huskier and groggy. "You can always do this later, and if you're gonna kiss me, you don't need to stare at my lips like a lost kitten". Angelo smirked.
"I'm sorry". Emily muttered and he let go of her hand, closing his eyes again and falling asleep again.
A few minutes later, Carlos opened the door, the scene in front of him shocking the hell out of him. He quickly took three pictures of them before Emily saw him.
"Should I come back later?". He mouthed and Emily shook her head trying to stand.
"Shh, don't move, he didn't sleep last night so please don't wake him up". Carlos whispered.
"Am i going to remain like this till he wakes up?". She asked.
"Yeah, he didn't sleep last night and he doesn't sleep without.... anyways you help him sleep". Carlos muttered.
"What do you mean i help him sleep?". Emily asked.
"Don't stress yourself by thinking, i guess I'll see you later.....and oh, tell Angelo that I'm going to the company". Carlos said and Emily nodded still wondering what he meant by his earlier statement.
An hour later, Angelo stirred, waking up, he turned and came face to face with a sleeping Emily. He stood up wordlessly, going to the bathroom and coming out later.
Carlos' call came at that moment.
"Have you seen the email i sent you?". He asked at once.
"No". Emily opened her eyes and looked around, Angelo's back was turned to her. She tried to stand but that was when Angelo looked at her, emily gulped, rolling and dropping to the floor due to anxiety.
"How am i supposed to get a girl in an hour!"?. Angelo touched the bridge of his nose, leaving the room and going downstairs.
"What is wrong with me?". Emily groaned, after a few minutes, standing up. Her heart was still beating like crazy as she tiptoed out of the room, making sure to avoid Angelo but she bumped into carlos instead.
"Easy there". He smiled at her.
"I thought you went to the office?". Emily rose her brow.
"Yeah...... about that..... I'm here to pick you up". Carlos announced.
"What?, me?". He only nodded.
"No time to explain, come along". Carlos said leaving, Emily watched him get to his car.
"Emily!!!"
"I'm coming". She hurriedly went after him.
ADAM HOUSE
Laura looked at the one of the family portraits in Aunt rosette's room, they were all happy and smiling at the camera, Emily and Ava were hugging her and Aunt rosette was pulling Mr. Adams' ear. A lone tear slipped her face and she turned away from the picture, they would still be a happy family if not for that sick bastard. Laura sighed sadly, resuming her work_ gathering aunt rosette's belongings.
She moved to the closet and a diary fell out out from the dresser. Curiously, she opened it and her whole body froze as she read out the outline.
'Dear diary, today I committed the biggest sin of my life, one that will never cease to haunt me. Everytime I close my eyes, the face of that innocent woman comes back to me to haunt me, her cries when she begged me for help but i shunned her and asked her to get out. Oh.... what I would give to go back in time and ask her for forgiveness, i was so selfish and it cost her life. The look on her son's face is enough to break my heart. I don't think I'll ever be able to find peace again but i do hope that little boy grows to become successful and if he remembers me, i hope he doesn't hate me for my actions".
Laura blinked, confusion all over her face, that letter was written 13 years ago, who exactly was Aunt rosette referring to?, And what had she done to the said woman?
So many questions but the one who could answer it wasn't in the world anymore.
"Honey?". Brad Adams called out from the doorway and Laura's head jerked towards him, quickly dropping the diary where she found it.
"Have you found Emily!?". Laura screamed.
"Calm down Laura, I'm working on it". Brad muttered, sitting on the bed quietly.
"All this is because of you!. My daughter is somewhere in the world, in God-knows-what condition all because of you, if only you had left that Mafia when i asked you to.."
"I..."
"You promised me that you were done with that and that you'd leave them. Rosie is dead and Emily has been taken because of you!!!". Laura screamed, tears flowing down her face.
"I was going to leave, it was just one last drug deal. I took a little out of it because I needed the money". Brad defended. He didn't want to feel even more guilty than he felt everyday.
"A little?, You owe Angelo 6 million, how is it a little?". She cried out.
"I'm sorry, I'll get Emily back i promise". Brad moved to hug her and they cried together.
Ava watched them from outside, not believing what she just heard. She had thought that there was a mistake somewhere and now.... this?.
"Curse you both". She muttered, dropping her bag and running out of the house.
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