Eve Black

Chapter 13

After Matteo and I's fight I ignored him for the rest of the week. Not that he tried to talk to me. I spent day after day training, lifting, shooting, and working out. Anything to distract me from thinking about Matteo or the Russian Mafia that is after me. I finished all the books I brought so this is what I do now. I still hang out with a Rose a lot too.

It is three in the morning and I was lifting weights. I had my earbuds, that Rose gave to me, in and wasn't worried about anything else. When I finished my set I turned around to see Matteo.

"Why are you up so late?" he questions me.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I run a mafia I have things to do."

"I am soon to be a part of a mafia I have to be ready," I say back at him.

"You should go to bed," I mimic him in my head. God, he's so annoying.

"I'll go to bed when I finish my workout."

"No, go to bed now."

"No, I'll go to bed when I finish my workout. You can't tell me what to do," Matteo walks up to me. I watch him raise his hand and then I feel a burning feeling in my cheek. He slapped me. I glare at him, "What the hell!"

"You listen to me! You work for me! I will kill you if you don't start listening."

I go to my room not because I was listening to him but because I was about to cry. Matteo slapping me made me think of the memories from being in the whore house.

I lay in bed crying for hours, at one point I hear Matteo walk in. I think he might even have said sorry but I didn't hear him. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep. I know that I'll have nightmares tonight after being slapped. I just hope I don't wake up Matteo. I don't want him to know about my past.

***

"Eve? Eve! What's wrong? Are you okay?" I am breathing heavily, strong arms pin me down. I have a cold sweat drowning me. I had another nightmare.

"Y-yeah."

"Yeah what?" It's Matteo, that's who is holding me down.

"Yeah, I'm fine," my hands are shaking. I take that back, my whole body is shaking.

"No, you're clearly not fine," he says to me sounding concerned but angry at the same time, "What happened?"

"It was just a nightmare," I say I bring my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. Matteo let's go.

"I don't remember," I lie to him.

"Eve, don't lie," I say nothing, "For my sixth question I want to know how long you were really in the whore house."

I freeze as he asks me this. I knew he would find out eventually but I didn't think it would be so soon, "I was kidnapped when I was 16 while at a club with a group of friends. Someone drugged me. That's when a guy from the Russian Mafia took me. I was abused, sexually assaulted, and many other things I cant say, for three years before I escaped. I got out when I was nineteen. That is when I moved to Italy only to get kidnapped two more times," I am crying hysterically by the time I finish telling him about my past, "I didn't drop out of school. I was kidnapped."

I hear Matteo sigh as he moved to lay next to me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him so I am laying on his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for hitting you. I'm so sorry for your past." Matteo whispers to me. I give no response I just lay in his strong arms crying. I don't know why, I don't how, butI almost feel safe in his arms, well safer than I have felt in anyone else's arms, even though just hours ago he hit me.