| DAISY |
I'm pulled from my sleep by a loud banging at the door. It takes me a second to register where I am and what's just happened.
Vito lies next to me, his eyes are closed and his breathing's heavy. One of his arms is still draped over me, holding me firmly against his chest.
The door rattles as the person on the other side attempts to open it, and I lie still, hoping that the noise will eventually wake Vito.
"Vito?" I whisper, shaking him gently.
I don't want him to be mad if I wake him, or if I don't.
The banging continues, and a voice calls out from behind the door, but the walls must be somewhat soundproof since I can't quite make it out.
Cursing myself, I slip out of Vito's embrace and waddle over to the door. Luckily, I'm wearing a spare robe Vito had kindly given me, so at least I'm not naked.
"Open up!" I finally make out the words coming from behind the door, "I already know about your freaky sex room."
It's a British accent.
Pigeon.
I fiddle around with the strange lock system, trying to get the door open quietly.
"Hello, darling." Pigeon coos as his face gradually comes into view.
"Hi." I reply, meekly.
"Well that wasn't very enthusiastic." He frowns.
I try to block his view when he begins peering into the room. I'm not sure if he's being nosy or if he's genuinely just looking for Vito.
"He's asleep." I say, hopefully clearing up his confusion.
Pigeon's eyes narrow as a grin pulls at his lips, "aww is the baby sweeping."
Before I can stop him, he shoves past me and enters the room, tip toeing over to the bed.
"Relax, darling, I'm very well acquainted with the secret sex room," he winks, obviously sensing my panic.
"And would Vito be okay with you coming in?" I ask him.
Instead of replying, Pigeon trots over to the bathroom and begins running some water. I blink back the confusion as I dart my eyes between Vito and the bathroom door, when all of a sudden, Pigeon re-emerges with a bucket of water.
The following events unfold in slow motion.
Without warning, I watch as Pigeon strides back over to the bed, and aggressively tips the entire bucket right on Vito's head. The water flows out from the bucket and soaks the entire bed, as well as submerging Vito's whole body in water.
Horrified doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling as Vito jerks awake, kicking and grabbing at the air, with the bucket still covering his face.
"Wakey, wakey!" Pigeon coos. I don't know how he's remaining so calm when he's possibly put his whole life at risk. If I was him I'd be running.
No, if I was him, I would have never dumped a bucket of water over my boss' head.
That pretty much sums up the difference between Pigeon and I.
"What the fuck?!" Vito screams, ripping the bucket off his head and giving Pigeon the most gruelling death stare possible.
"Sorry, mate," Pigeon smiles with not a care in the world, "It was the most effective method."
"You could have knocked." The sneer in Vito's tone is lethal, and I find myself worrying for Pigeon's safety.
He's an asshole, but I still don't want Vito to kill him.
"He did knock," I chime in, "I didn't know whether to wake you or not."
My voice is gentle and quiet. I'm hoping my pitch is enough to soothe Vito's murderous energy.
"What. Do. You. Want?" Vito sneers, his whole face scrunching in rage.
I turn to look at Pigeon, only to find him as calm and composed as ever.
"I have news," he announces, his face suddenly turning serious, "I thought you'd want to hear it from me."
"And you couldn't have just waited for me to wake up?"
Some popcorn would be great right now.
"No." Pigeon replies, "it's urgent."
Vito rolls his eyes. His hair is still wet from the bucket, and small drops of water slide down his face and bare chest. It's weirdly sexy.
"Spit it out then," he snarls.
It's then that my presence is finally acknowledged. Pigeon looks at me, and then back at Vito, and I can tell he doesn't want me here.
"She stays." Vito says with a commanding tone, before turning to look at me, "come here, gattina." He gestures to his lap, the blanket concealing his lower body.
I can feel my face flush with redness as I amble over to the bed and gently perch myself on Vito's leg. It doesn't last long before he wraps his arms around me and pulls me firmly against him. I wouldn't normally find this so awkward, but with Pigeon watching, I can't help but feel silly.
"Tell me." Vito says, his focus back on Pigeon.
Snuggling further into Vito, I make myself as small as possible, knowing this probably isn't a conversation I'm meant to be hearing.
"The Sicilians reportedly arrived here last night," Pigeon says, "several Cosa Nostra members have been spotted in our territories, we think they're plotting something."
I have no idea what this means, but judging by Vito's expression, it can't be good.
Anger radiates off of him as his eyebrows draw in, his expression completely sour. His whole body's turned rigid and he's no longer caressing my arm.
This must be bad.
"I've sent some of our men to investigate already," Pigeon continues, "but we need to keep our guard up at all times, we have no idea what they're up to."
"They have some nerve," Vito drawls, absolute menace dripping from his voice.
"It's serious too," Pigeon states, "Mario Di Mauro is with them, that we know for sure."
Vito shakes his head, letting out a dry laugh, "fuck's sake."
I consider asking for some context, but I don't want to make things any worse. This seems like a pretty big deal. So instead, I just sit there in silence, hoping no one will notice my confusion.
"What should we do?" Pigeon asks.
Vito flashes a wicked smirk and narrows his eyes, "About time I paid a visit to an old friend."
Old friend?
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Romance"Are you gonna be a good little slut for me and keep quiet?" He rasped, his warm breath tickling my ear. I nodded and he removed his hand from my mouth, reaching down to his waistband. "Good," he purred, his teeth grazing against my ear as he spoke...
