Mafia's Obsession [18+]

4.

Sofia

I wake up on empty bed. The room is still dark from the closed curtains, but the clock shows it's one p.m. I groan internally. I slept like dead.

I get up and run a warm bath because my body needs it. My sore muscles relax immediately. I take my sweet time, only to exit the bathroom forty minutes later in a bathrobe.

I put on blue jeans and black cropped top from my luggage that's sitting in the corner. Ezio is still nowhere to be found. So, I think this is my cue to leave. I drag my luggage and get out of the room, trying to remember which hallway I should take to reach the front door. After a couple of attempts, I finally walk down the stairs. But this is not the stairs that connect to the foyer. It leads to the conjoined kitchen and sitting room with an ocean view across the large glass window. Damn it. I'm lost.

If anything can't get worse, the maid walks in with a tray of food in hand. I just stand at the bottom of stairs awkwardly.

"Sorry, Miss, are you Mr. Salucci's guest?" she asks politely, a confused look on her face. As if a sight of woman in this household is rare.

My smile is tight. "Can you show me where the front door is?" I ask instead, itching to leave this enormous mansion.

Before she can reply, the devil himself appears from another room. He's dressed casually in white t-shirt and black sweatpants. His broad shoulders and arm muscles frame his body perfectly. So hot. Although nothing beats his naked form.

Ezio takes my appearance while clutching his phone over his ear. "Where are you going? I'm not finished with you." He tells me, hanging up the call immediately without saying anything else.

"Can we talk about it later?" I try. The maid leaves us quietly.

He smirks devilishly. "I don't mean talking." My cheeks going red as I catch what he means. Shit. "Go back upstairs." He says firmly. His tone is something you can't disobey. But I do it anyway.

"Don't order me around." I hold his gaze as he narrows his eyes, stepping aside and dragging my luggage like no body's business. I don't get far, though, his grasp on my elbow stopping me on my tracks.

"Upstairs, dolcezza." He demands, emphasizing every word slowly.

I turn my head to him. "You fucked me once and now you think you own me?"

I don't know where I got the courage to say it out loud. He's fumed. His grasp on me tightens. I flinch. I really wake up and choose violence.

"Careful." He warns. We're having a staring contest before he tilts his head up, once again signaling me to go upstairs. I stand on my ground firmly. He chuckles humorlessly. "You really test me."

Before I can understand what's going on, he yanks my waist and carries me over his shoulder. I yelp and kick, but he holds me by the back of my knees. I grip his t-shirt as leverage automatically when he moves to ascend the stairs.

"Let go of me!" I almost yell, feeling dizzy as my head's held upside down.

"You always chose a difficult way." He scowls, never once stopping until we are on the second floor.

"I'll tell Marco!" I exclaim, the idea just popped out in my brain. Like it'll solve the problem.

He laughs. "And what'll he do?"

Shit, do I really think my brother has power over him? Over Ezio Salucci? Am I dumb?

I hear the passcode of his room being unlocked. It's opened and I'm back to square one.