Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

25: napped

Charlene's POV

Urgh, that dinner was absolutely dreadful. Michael was actually a nice man, as for that tramp he calls a wife. I'm glad I put her in her place, what the fuck did she mean Santino is hers. Tsk, I actually did not wish for it to get there but that bitch pushed me.

I stir in the bed and turn around to face my man. Gosh this man is so fine, no wonder bitches get obsessed over him. I slowly get out of bed with my cropped top and bum short pjays, putting some running shoes on. I head down to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water so I can head to the indoor gym, I know how cool.

"Good morning ma'am."

"Oh, gosh I didn't see you there. Morning Mateo." I say to him, while taking a bottle out of the fridge.

"Are you going somewhere? Should I come with you? Boss would want me to k-"

"Relax Mateo," I cut him off. "I'm not heading out, just going to hit the gym and I understand it's inside?"

"Ahh yes, that's right. I'm sorry it's just- I'm-... It's my responsibility to keep you safe, boss' orders obviously." He says, scratching the back of his head.

Just as I'm about to say something, I'm turned around and kissed harshly. He let's go and I look at him, blushing slightly. Look at him, smiling like a fool as always. Those perfect teeth, perfect eyes and.. and those lips. Just as I'm about to kiss him again a certain someone clears his throat. That damn Mateo.

"I'm still in here you know?" He says.

I push Santino away gently and turn back to face Mateo.

"Tsk, always know how to ruin a moment don't you Teo." I say, glaring at him.

"Oh look how touching, you even gave me a nickname." He says with a hand on his chest acting touched. This bitch likes being dramatic. I take my bottle off the counter and head to the gym, totally ignoring the two men. Time to find the gym, wherever it is. Damn this house is big. I find it eventually, thanks to some guard.

First, the treadmill. My old buddy old pal. Just a few minutes of running later, enters a shirtless Santino with sweatpants on. Well, fuck me. Shit, I better focus or else I'll fall right off this treadmill.

He too heads to one of the treadmills and starts running. Thirty minutes later I head for the punching bag and him to lift some weights, damn. I keep my thoughts aside and start punching, taking a break fifteen minutes later.

"Wanna fight babe?" He says.

I turn around and smirk. I love this man. "Sure thing my love."

I approach him slowly, cracking my knuckles and he does the same. We walk around in circles for a while at first, until I charge at him. He attempts to grab my hand and I trip him. He jumps right back up and I bring my leg up to meet his chest, he gets hold of it attempting to throw me off. I bring my other leg up and wrap it around his neck, chocking him. He throws my back to the ground, shit. I hit his back with my elbow and he gets off, both of us now standing up, breathing heavily, fists up. He charges and trips me, we both fall to the ground, with me on top of him. In a swift motion he flips us and he's now on top. Well fuck me. He leans in to kiss me and I block him, putting my hand on his lips.

"You're sweaty." I say, looking at his eyes.

"So are you." I flip us over so that I'm on top again.

"You lose." I say, with a smirk on my face. "Always concentrate on your opponent... And don't go too easy my love." I kiss him and get off.

"Let's go shower." I say and run off to our bedroom, with him running right behind me. He finds me already naked and smirks, taking off his sweatpants. He approaches me under the water and we start kissing.

"Fuck me."

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"Renzo I'm heading out." I shout. Walking out of my closet in black, high waitsed skinny jeans and a black laced body suit. Pairing it with black heels.

"Vieni qui." [Come here] He says, eyeing my appearance and I walk to him slowly. He holds my waist, pulls me closer and starts kissing me. His hands travel all the way down and he squeezes my ass.

"Ahh." I moan and he lets go. Shit this man is gonna ruin my plans. He looks in my eyes.

"I'll come with, or you can take Mateo even." He suggests.

"No I'll be fine, I'm just going to see Angelo. I'll be quick I promise."

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I stop by a small cafe by the side of the road. Knowing very well that Angelo loves coffee and sweet bakes. I buy some coffee, donuts and churros. Heading back to my car I feel like someone is following me. I turn around and see a lady walking behind me with a box of cake, can't possibly be a threat. After putting the food in the backseat I see the lady's cake fall from her hands and I rush to help her.

"Oh no, my son's birthday cake." With that I feel a cloth on my nose and blackout.

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I open my eyes only to find myself in an unfamiliar place. A dark room, one dim lamp as the source of light and I can hear water droplets due to some exposed pipe leaking on the ceiling. I already know damn well I'm strapped to a chair, so I don't bother moving around. I wonder who the fuck is responsible for this. For kidnapping me?. Right on cue;

"Well well, look who's awake huh. Hello black beauty."
Wait... I fucken know that voice.
I look up, only to see..

"YOU FUCKEN BITCH!!"

I cannot believe Andrew stooped this low, seriously. Kidnapping?

"Uh uh uh, don't make a noise Charlene... Or you can make a noise, either way no-one will find you here so go ahead I guess."

"Andrew I'm not in the mood for this, let me go and we'll solve it some other time."

"The name is Amber. Stacey darling, bring in the tools! It seems our friend here is a little cocky." With that, enters.... Oh. My. Word. Lady with the cake, I should've known. She walks in with a tray of tools, were those the best they could get? Seriously, I honestly deserve a better torturing. Stanley, or whoever the cake lady is called, walks back out and it's just the bitch now.

I watch her carefully as she walks to the tray and takes a small knife. Again, seriously? She turns back around and walks slowly towards me. "You know Charlene, I've thought of this way too many times. I guess dreams really do come true huh?"

"Nice to know you think about me bitch."

She stands in front of me and brings her face down to mine. "You do have very beautiful eyes. I see what he sees in you, unfortunately he will never see it again. Isn't that sad, and I'll be there to comfort him once you're gone. Every. Step. Of. The. Way."

She giggles and brings the knife close to my face. This crazy bitch. I bring my knee up to her nose and she falls, the knife falling onto my thighs. Who the fuck forgets to tie the legs too? Fucking amateurs. I take the knife and cut the ropes tying down my hands, what a struggle. I look at the bitch lying unconscious on the floor with a bleeding nose. Should I tie her up and come back later? Or just kill her here and now?

So I tied her up with some extra rope I found, arms and legs, I'm no idiot. Looking at her, I did a pretty good job, but I'm not done. The cake lady's outside. Just as I'm about to pick a weapon from the tray, the door opens abruptly and I freeze.

Shit.