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Alessio suddenly gets up, the chair falling to the floor as he walks away. I look to Callan and Marco awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
I feel the panic and fear rising in me, and I decide to follow after Alessio.
I look back to the cupcakes in regret.
I wanted more cupcakes...
I walk faster to catch up with Alessio and walk right behind him. He enters the room, and sighs as he enters.
He turns around to close the door, and his eyes lay on me. A look of realization takes his face as if he just noticed I followed behind him.
He shuts the door as he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Bella, you didn't have to come. You could've just finished eating." He says, sounding exhausted.
Oh.
He didn't want me to come with him.
Stupid, stupid Isabella.
"Sit down." He says. I comply, sitting down on the couch, in a room that looks to be an office.
Is he going to punish me?
I shouldn't have came after him. I just didn't want to be alone with them.
Even though I didn't know Alessio, being around him was a little better than being around others.
I feel the tears streaming down my face, making me even more frustrated. I'm probably annoying him with that much crying.
He pulls out his phone, putting it up to his ear and muttering something in a foreign language. A couple minutes later someone knocks on the door. He probably asked for a weapon or some type of tool to torture me with.
I feel myself panicking, my heart racing and my breathing quickens as I cry my heart out. I cover my face with my hands, cowering back in the couch.
I hear the door open and then after a few seconds close. "Bella?" Alessio's confused voice rings through the place. My body trembles in fear as I feel him sit on the couch next to me.
Please, don't hurt me.
Please.
He pushes my hand away from my face, cupping my face and turning it to face him. My tear-filled eyes look into his green ones. I flinch, when his thumb moves on my cheek, wiping my tears.
He's gonna slap you now.
"Im not gonna hurt you. I ordered my men to bring you more food, and the cupcakes you had your eyes set on."
What?
He wasn't gonna punish me? Instead, he brought me more food?
I look to the table next to us, my eyes round in disbelief as I see a plate full of food and the whole dish of cupcakes.
