The Untold

Chapter 10.

15h17 - Camorra's Villa
Boots clicked down the stone stairs, my gaze following the old pieces of original structure of the villa, before I finally got to the main floor, opening wide before me with its beautiful afternoon lighting. 

Y/N sat on one of the couches displayed, her bright hair contrasting with the darker color of the leather, cross legged, paying attention to her phone, as usual ever since she'd gotten here. 

She'd been distracted. Something was on her mind. 

As soon as she realized my presence, her face turned, eyes meeting mine in an intimate surprise way I wasn't expecting. I could see the way her orbs travelled down my body, from the loosen linen shirt I'd borrowed and the traces of the large jeans on my legs, pinning them on my hair right after, damp due to the shower I'd just taken. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but as soon as the words were about to come out, someone bursted through the side door. 

'You're here!' Gianna excitedly let out, stepping the room in her usual heels and loosen dresses, falling down her elegant body 'Look at you, all handsome' 

I subtly glanced at her, seeing the wide smile on her face. Her rosal perfume was intense, and amusingly, I had to fight the urge to sneeze 'Y/N, sweetie, doesn't he look the best?'

My gaze instantly shifted back to the female sitting across the room, seeing how she'd gotten up, revealing the trace of her curves under the comfortable linen pants and shirt upon her body 'Truly' 

Her voice was low and distant and I could tell, when she begun to storm out of the room, that she was plotting something. 

Something was about to happen. 

And I needed to find out what. 

But just when I was about to step on her direction, Gianna interrupted, her hand boldly on my chest 'Tell me darling. What have you been doing all morning, I haven't seen you since yesterday'

'I uh-' Glancing through her shoulder, I looked at the other side of the room, seeing how Y/N was gone. Shit 'I was training. And then I took a shower'

'Training?' her lips turned into a smirk 'I would've loved seeing that'

Yeah, I'm sure.

'Anyway- I called you here because of the collection I'd promised showing you'

Yeah, right, I'd forgotten about that.

Maybe I can find some information there?

'I would enjoy seeing it' I politely said with a nod.

'Come with me then' she said gesturing me to follow her. 

She isn't coming. Where did she go?

Walking after Gianna, my mind pooled around in circles, picturing the whole scene as we slid through the hallways and turns of the house. Appreciating the small details, such as the small painted flowers on the walls, the Italian-like fruits and the picturesque looking tall walls. 

The ocean was present all over the house and, for some reason, that reminded me of her. It was wild and angry, slipping through the small windows, which mostly held no glass, with the great scent of freedom and the harsh strike of the wind. 

I want to know what's happening. Why is she so worried? 

Our steps echoed as we descended through a long and narrow round-shaped staircase, surrounded by the same thick walls of the original building. 

It was almost like we were in a fortress. 

On the lower level, just below the last piece of stone, the air was so thick I felt the need to have a deep breath. On the upper levels, everything looked antique, yet luxurious and expensive, but on the floor we're on, the walls surrounding us were practically made of the cliff stone, and so old looking, I'd bet they were aged back centuries.