Made For The Mafia (18+) (1 of 3)

Chapter 13 - Knives

I wake up cold and alone, to my disappointment. I wish Enzo was still beside me. He radiates so much heat I wouldn't even need to touch him in the bed to stay warm. Although, I would most definitely touch him if he were here... make him late for whatever he had to do this morning that he left for.

I stretch out across the bed and see something in the corner of my eye on the nightstand.

A note.

I reach and pick it up, inspecting the cursive words.

Training with Anthony at 10am. Daria will get you ready.
-E

As if on cue, a soft knock comes from the door.

"Come in," I shout as I cling to the sheet to cover myself.

Daria's petite frame appears in the doorway as she opens the door. Her bright, smiling face looks to me and quickly shuts the door behind her, although I do see a pair of eyes try to peer inside. One of the guards, I assume.

"Good morning, ma'am." She nods at me and I smirk.

"Call me Cat, please. Caterina even. But not ma'am." I insist and a smile plays on her lips.

"Are you hungry, Caterina?" She asks and I shake my head.

"What time is it?" I ask as I pull the sheet around me and hold it up as I get off the bed.

She keeps her eyes peeled to my face. If she is judging or embarrassed by my lack of clothes, she doesn't show it at all.

"9:30." She replies and my eyes widen. Fuck, I'm going to be late...

"I didn't want to wake you until I had to. I assumed you were up late. Enzo seemed quite exhausted when we spoke." She says like it's innocent, but I see the amusement behind her eyes at making my face turn beet red.

"I didn't expect a mischievous side to you Daria. I think we will get along just fine." I chuckle and she smirks.

"You jump in the shower and I'll find you appropriate clothes. Towels are in the bathroom closet dear."

She shoo's me toward the bathroom door and I walk quickly, not wasting another second. I can't be late for the first opportunity Enzo gives me.

After I'm showered and clean, I wrap the towel around myself and brush my teeth with the fresh toothbrush and toothpaste I find in the drawer. I also find deodorant and a hairbrush and elastics, which must have been Daria's doing. I like her more and more by the second...

When I walk back out to the bedroom, I spot clothes laid out across the bed. Black leggings with a red stripe down the side. A matching zip up jacket. A black workout tank top. Black running shoes. Seamless underwear and a sports bra and socks.

I check the tags on the pants and my eyes widen. How did they know my exact size?

I change quickly before she comes back. Everything fits like a glove. Even the running shoes fit perfectly. He knew my shoe size too?

I look myself over in the mirror, running my hands down the form fitting black material over my stomach. New clothes... new job... new life... I don't know how everything changed in my life in a matter of days. Not even a week...

Before I can linger on the thought, Daria appears in the doorway and holds her hand out for me to come.

"Everything fits?" She asks as we walk out and past the guards. I ignore their eyes on me. I'm used to it, as cocky as that sounds.

"Yes, thank you." I smile sweetly at her. She seems pleased. Like she is pleased I am happy with her choices. It's cute.

She leads me down the main stairway and then another and down what feels like a never ending hallway. I throw my hair into a ponytail as we walk quickly, my eyes scanning over the old paintings and relics covering the grey stone walls.