We're All Heathens Here - A Mafia Story {Ongoing}

Uncomfortable

Picture of Matteo's room

I went into Matteo's room and immediately marvelled at how luxurious it was. I went and sat on the green chair in the corner and placed my bag at my feet, unsure of what to do. I looked out the large windows and saw nothing but forest,

"Corvo," I turned to see Matteo. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I wanted to look away, but he looked so handsome; water droplets running down his chest, onto his abs and disappearing into his- Focus Raven.

"Matteo," I replied, "Where am I going to sleep?" 

"On the bed," he chuckled slightly. 

"Where are you going to sleep then?" 

"On the bed," he replied, walking back into his large bathroom, through to the walk-in closet, "With you," I tensed,

"With me?" I swallowed,

"Well, yes," he came through, his bottom half now clothed in sweatpants, his top half still bare, "This is my room, I'm not going to sleep on the floor," I looked down at the marble and shook my head, "And I'm not having you sleep on the floor either, so its either the bed or the couch," he pointed to the small couch at the end of the bed,

"I'll take the bed," I told him. He nodded,

"Get changed," 

I got up and took my things into the walk-in. I quickly changed into my pj's and then went out into the main room again. Matteo was lying in the bed, speaking quickly in Italian, and since I didn't have the translator in, I had no idea what he was saying. I silently cursed myself before slowly climbing into the bed beside him. Thankfully, there was enough room for me to lay comfortably without touching him. 

He finished the phone call and then turned off his phone. He slid down further into the bed and then clapped twice. The lights turned off almost immediately after and we were reduced to awkward silence. I tried to sleep but I was uncomfortably aware of the other body in the bed beside me. I could tell he wasn't asleep because his breathing was fast, as if he was stressed. I turned over slightly to face him and saw that he was staring at his phone, the brightness on the lowest setting. 

"What's wrong?" I asked,

"Idiots not doing their fucking jobs," he replied, running his hand through his hair and reminding me of Daniel. 

"Who?" I questioned, 

"Garcia is still unconscious," he sighed, I sat up, "The stupid fucking doctors aren't doing their jobs," 

"She'll be fine," I reassured him,

"But what if she isn't fine?" he looked at me with tears in his eyes, it was the first time I had seen him show any emotion apart from amused or mad. "What if she dies?" 

"Where is she?" I asked,

"She's in the hospital, I couldn't have her here unless someone attacks," he said quietly,

"We can go and see her tomorrow," I told him, smiling as he looked into my eyes, he nodded and slid further into bed and rolled over. I watched him until his breathing was steady and calmed, I then rolled over and went to sleep.

The Hospital

"Who are you coming to see?" asked the receptionist,

"Grace Pickle," I responded, repeating the fake name Matteo had given me. The man in question was sitting in the waiting area with Roberto, both looking anxious and glaring at anyone who dared to look at them. 

"And who are you?" the receptionist asked, looking bored,

"My name is Rachel Smith," I lied, "I'm a close friend,"