the devils love

Chapter fourteen

Ace~

It's been a few days since I had been given my phone back and found out Matteo was okay. Me and Shade have been having petty fights and finding new ways to annoy each other every day.

Yesterday he tried scaring me. We're in a fricking mafia and he decided to try scare me.

Dumbass got three guns pulled on him. Now that's what made me laugh.

I couldn't reach out to my little brother because that means my mama and brother will find out, and if my brother finds out i'm actually alive then shit's gonna get rreeaall messy for me.

I moved away because my mama thought that would be safest for me. Even though I would still visit every so often to see my baby brother, she wanted me to keep clear of the family.

My little brother is basically my child by the way. My baby Tate. I even named him myself, mama pretends not to have favourites but he's definitely the least.

I try tell myself Tate's the favourite child because he's the youngest and I don't want to worry but I can't keep lying to myself. I also can't convince myself that mama was a bad parent- even if she was, I can't comprehend what a good parent is supposed to act like.

I need to find a way to bring Tate back to me. I think he would get along well with Grey. And Grey would love how good Tate is with all his training. I'll always be so proud of my baby.

Grey knocked on the bathroom door which interrupted my thinking. "Can I come in amore?"

"I mean i'm in the bath," i mutter under my breath but say, "okay sure." instead.

When he comes in he looks shocked and it makes me smile. "You never seen someone naked before?" i tease while grabbing a towel to get out.

"I just wanted to make sure you were still alive. And I needed to talk to you about the other night." he replies, still avoiding eye contact.

"I'm decent, you can look."
For a mafia boss, he's rather innocent. It's adorable.

"You want to talk here or should I get dressed and meet you in your office so you aren't as.. flustered."

I can tell he's annoyed at me because of the smirk I have plastered on my face.

"Get dressed and we'll talk in our bedroom," he says looking me up and down. For a second I forgot i was only in a towel. "So no one else can hear." I give him a look of confusion but nod instead.

I brush past him on the way to the wardrobe making sure to add an extra sway to my hips, knowing he's watching.

I change into my gym clothes quickly and go back into the bedroom. Grey was led on the bed with his legs hanging of the edge. Man-spreading.

When i walk up to him i kick him in the shin and he groans. Hot. He sat up and scooched over so i could sit next to him.

He just explains our plan of retaliation and how we are going to figure out who attacked the ball. Apparently we're sending in spies and i'm the only one in his inner circle he has told. He doesn't want the word getting out because apparently we have a mole on the inner circle. The reason for the attack was because Grey was there. Only the inner circle knew he was going.

I come up with a brilliant idea and suggest it to him. "Why don't you give each person false information?"

He looks at me with his brows scrunched together, so i further explain, "like tell individual people in your inner circle that there's going to be shipments in certain places."

"Then what?" he asked bored.

"Then wherever the other mafia men show up is the location you told the mole." so fed up of mens attitudes. I have done this before. Wait.. have I?

Whatever he says next, i dont hear. I'm busy trying to figure out if i have done this before. Why don't i remember anything?

Just then i get a pounding sensation in my head and all i feel is my heart beating harder then usual. And slower.

Grey is in my face with a smile. What a cute smile. No, no don't stop smiling Grey.

"Hola, princesa. How are you today?"

"Pensé que era tu querida hija?" i ask entertained.
(I thought i was your darling daughter?)

"sí, por supuesto, solo pensé en darle un poco de sabor, mi querida hija!" she laughed.
(yes of course, i just thought i would spice it up a bit my darling daughter.)

"How is Tate today, mama?" i asked sincerely.

"He's doing better. You're brother is angry with him for not being able to handle it." she replied, red in the face with embarrassment. Only because she agreed with my brother and knew i didn't.

"Mama, it's not his fault! He's a child! He's in the hospital for christs sake." i muttered the last part.

"Nunca le digas esto a tu hermano! Lo entiendes?" she snapped in a hushed tone.
(Never tell your brother this! Do you understand?)

"Si mamá. lo siento." i say defeated. I have to go visit Tate and tell him it isn't his fault.

How was a 6 year old supposed to know that there would be an attack? How would he be fucking responsible when he's the one that got put in the hospital because he fucking cared.

"no, i have to find Tate." i whisper unknowingly.

"Amore, who is Tate? Where are they?" Greys voice is muffled but sharp. Where am i?

I open my eyes slowly. Its too bright. I lift my arm to shield my eyes only to find myself in a hospital bed. But not in a hospital. In Greys living room?

"What are we doing Grey?" i ask drearily with my eyes half opened.

"You passed out. Amore, you havent been eating?" he says, his voice slightly rising at the end. I look down to see his hand tightly holding mine. He was worried? Why? I'm fine.

"I'm fine boss man. It's all good, let me just go to our room to sleep for a little bit." I try to stand up but he pushes me back down.

"You can go when you eat something." i try to keep my face natural but my eyes widen a bit because of how much he cares...

"I'll eat something when i'm in bed, Grey." i say in a voice too sweet for my liking.

"Well that isnt going to work because you cant leave this bed until you eat." he retorts.

Seems we're at a stale-mate.

Look, its not that i don't want to eat, its just that i dont need to. I used to be locked in a room with no bed, no toilet, no food, no nothing for weeks on end. One more day will be fine. I've only passed out 10 other times because of the lack of food. The rest of the times because i got hit in the head.

But i know he wont leave it alone, so instead, i say, "fine. Get me some toast then," and with a smile i say "please."

He grins like a child because he got his own way and got up. Even though he was reluctant to let go of my hand, he went and made me some toast.

Then we went upstairs like i wanted and we watched a disney movie in bed while i ate my toast. I will always get my way.

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AN~ extremely sorry i haven't updated for a REALLY long time, i have been busy. Haven't really gone on wattpad for a while either!! shocker, right?
i read more actual, physical books now (still smutty ;D). and i'm trying to write a real life book!
anyways i just wanted to apologise to you all and i hope you enjoyed this chapter.
i wish i could promise you regular updates but im not sure how my lifes gonna work out :) love you all <3