Blade

Chapter 6: Bitchy and mannerless

Sienna

Blade rips off the sleeve of his dress shirt, exposing the gunshot wound that’s bleeding heavily, and ties it around his arm to temporarily stop the bleeding, grunting slightly as he does.

I fiddle with my fingers nervously, not knowing the right words to calm everyone’s anger. It’s my fault that Blade got shot. It’s all my fault.

If I had just listened to him sooner, this wouldn’t have happened. This wouldn’t even be an issue.

"This is all your damn fault," Franco says through clenched teeth as Blade plops down in his chair, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. "Was it that hard for you to follow simple instructions? Didn't your father teach you anything? When you're in the freaking mafia, you put your hot-headedness aside and follow orders that could prevent failure and destruction. I knew the first time I saw you at that airport that you would be a force to reckon with."

My eyes snap immediately to Franco's, burning with fury, and my irritation flares.

"You don’t get to talk to me like this or drag my father into it. You know, I was feeling guilty at first, but not anymore. All of this could have been avoided if you idiots hadn’t abducted me from the airport like I was some escaped convict. So don’t you dare point accusing fingers at me," I say, hands on my hips, keeping my glare locked on Franco’s angry face.

"Just because you're daddy's spoilt little principessa doesn't give you the audacity to speak to us like that. You might be Blade's soon-to-be wife, but that's not a reason for you to act all bitchy and mannerless." He sneers, balling his hands into tight fists as he takes a threatening step toward me.

"I don't give a flying fuck what you think of me, but when you say shit to me and drag my parents into it, that's when you'll see just how bitchy I can be. Fucks like you don't faze me." I flip my hair and throw him a death glare.

"You little—"

"That's enough, Franco." Blade’s voice booms with frustration and anger as he flicks a lighter and brings the flame to the tip of his cigarette. The murderous glare he fixes on Franco makes him step back and look away, clearly annoyed. "You don’t get to talk to Sienna like that. Married or not, you show her the same respect you show me. She may not know how to hold her tongue, but that doesn’t give you the right to disrespect her. Next time, I won’t tolerate this attitude from you. Remember that."

Franco exhales a frustrated breath but eventually nods in understanding before making his way over to Nico, who sits on the luxurious black leather couch, silent since we stepped into Blade's office.

I bite my bottom lip and lean against the bookcase beside me, my chest heaving from exhaustion. My stomach growls loudly, reminding me of my hunger. Aside from the apple I ate on the ride to the airport, I haven’t eaten anything since leaving my house, and it’s starting to hit me hard.

When I look up, six pairs of eyes are fixed on me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I wish I could crawl into a hole and disappear. I wrap my arms around my chest, trying to make myself small, though it’s a pathetic attempt.

"Nico, take Sienna to the kitchen and have Matilde prepare something for her," Blade says, his stormy grey eyes locked on me, making my nerves flutter in the most ridiculous way as he exhales a puff of smoke.

"Alright," Nico replies, rising to his feet and heading for the door, gesturing for me to follow.

"Call the doctor," I hear Blade mutter to Franco as the door closes behind me and I fall into step with Nico.

The walk to the kitchen is weighed down by an uncomfortable silence that makes me want to claw my eyes out. It feels like we’ve been walking forever, but that’s only because Blade’s mansion is enormous. You could easily get lost if you don’t know your way, so I try to keep up with Nico’s fast pace.

When he notices me struggling to catch up, he slows down and I let out a relieved sigh.

"You know, just ignore what Franco said. He doesn’t know how to talk to people and he loses his temper easily, which makes him act out," Nico suddenly says, catching me off guard. This isn’t the same Nico who abducted me at the airport. He seems calmer, less intimidating, and far less of an asshole.

I don’t know how to respond; it feels strange for him to be starting a conversation with me, but I answer anyway. "That’s no excuse for him to act like a jerk. If he wants to throw a fit, he can do it to someone else because I’m not the type to back down from a fight."

"Yeah, I guessed you could, especially after you whooped our asses at the airport," he says, smiling slightly, and for a moment, my guard softens.

"Careful, I might just have to finish what I started, and I won’t show you any mercy," I reply lightly, and he chuckles.

We finally reach the massive kitchen, and a petite woman with warm chocolate brown eyes and strawberry blonde hair tied into a messy bun beams at Nico as she approaches. "Niccolò."

"Matilde." Nico smiles as she wraps her arms around his waist, her small frame making the gesture both funny and endearing.

Nico's cheeks turns bright red when he notices my eyes on him. I have to resist the urge to laugh out loud.

She pulls away from the hug and turns to me with a radiant smile on her face. The warmth in her eyes and the motherly look on her face makes my heart to melt. I think I'm starting to like this woman even though I just met her. She reminds me of my mother.

"Oh, and you must be Sienna." She says in a cheery voice and engulfs me into a tight but comforting embrace. "I've heard so much about you from Blade. How are you doing, cara?"

A wide grin spreads out on my lips as she pulls away from the hug and stares up at me lovingly. "I'm fine, ma'am."

She chuckles and ignores Nico's embarrassed gaze. "That's nonsense, cara. Call me, Matilde."

"Okay, Matilde." Nico interrupts with a slight cough. "Blade wants you to prepare something for Sienna."

"Why didn't you say so, Niccolò?" Matilde glares at Nico who rubs the back of his neck nervously and directs her gaze back to me. "Come with me, cara. You must be starving."

She grabs my hand and leads me over to the dining table, the maids that we pass by flashes me a judgmental stare that I ignore even though it makes me nervous. Being in a place filled with people that I'm not familiar with makes me super uncomfortable that I feel like I don't belong here even though it's true. Not like I plan on staying long or anything.

"Sit here. I will be right back." She flashes one last smile my way and strides off.

"Don't mind Matilde. She can be a little extra." Nico mutters as he takes a seat across from me.

I roll my eyes at him. "She's just being sweet."

"Yeah but she can be alot embarrassing." Nico mumbles with a small smile.

"Eat up, cara." Matilde returns with a tray full of delicious food, and my mouth waters the moment the sweet scent hits my nostrils. "I hope you like my buttermilk pancakes."

Is she serious right now? The aroma alone is irresistible, and all I can do is nod before taking a forkful of the pancakes.

"I can never get tired of your cooking, Matilde." Nico moans in delight, devouring the pancakes like a wild animal.

Matilde smacks him on the back of the head. "Take it easy, Niccolò, before you choke."

I chuckle, ignoring the playful glare he shoots my way as I take another bite of the delicious pancakes.

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I'm so sorry if the chapter turned out to be awful. I've been busy a lot today and I just kind of rushed it but I hope you loved it despite that.

Question of the chapter; Ever been to a place were you get that feeling that you don't belong there?

Me: Alot of times.

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