Mobster (BWWM)

Chapter 15

Kelly
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Marco had cameras installed everywhere to watch my every move. I felt like such a damn prisoner here. He had a lot of his men watching my every move. I didn't feel comfortable staying here anymore. I had asked Loren if she felt comfortable here and surprisingly, she said yes.

Marco told me how sorry he was but I just ignored him because I didn't want to hear anything that he had to say. There's no way I'm going to allow him to put his hands on me again. Aunt Macy's ex-husband used to beat her and belittled her. That's not going to happen to me, not ever.

When I get home from the hospital in the evenings, all I do is take a bath and climb into bed. Loren's been opening up to me a bit but she has now become a little distant.

My eyes were tightly closed as I heard the bedroom door open. I knew that it was him. I could smell his cologne as I sat on the couch with my legs bent upwards almost touching my stomach.

I heard the door close softly and then I felt his hand caressing my arm which sent shivers down my spine. This man will always have this effect on me.

"Bella, I made vegetable soup for you." He mumbled softly.

I didn't open my eyes or reply to him.

"Kelly?" He called in a deep voice.

"Yes," I answered while opening my eyes and looking at him.

His eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn't been getting much sleep. His jacket sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie was undone. He sat on the couch next to me with a bowl of soup in his hand.

He stared at me with those cold hazel eyes that conveyed so much sadness and longing.

"I made your favorite soup."

"I'm not hungry," I murmured, not looking at him.

"Open your mouth, Bella." He ordered in a forceful tone as he held a spoonful of soup to my mouth.

"I said that I'm not hungry." I snapped at him.

He stared at me. "I did not ask if you were hungry," He grumbled. "I said open your mouth."

I stared at him with my mouth still tightly closed. I could see that he was losing his patience with me which put a smirk on my face.

"Bella, I'm losing my fucking patience here." He spat at me while putting the bowl of soup down on the table.

"I said that I wasn't hungry," I told him, curtly.

"Damn right, you aren't!" He snapped, angrily at me. "You haven't eaten anything here for two fucking days! Do you want to die of hunger?!"

"Yes, I do. At least I won't be treated like some damn prisoner." I snapped back at him.

"You want to do this the hard way, Kelly, fine." He raised an eyebrow at me.

He then drew his gun and put it down on the couch beside him. At that point, I didn't know what he was capable of. The expression on his face was unreadable. I for one couldn't tell if he would shoot me or not.

He took up the bowl of soup off the table and held a spoonful to my lips.

"Open your mouth, Bella." He said, quite calmly this time.

I looked at the gun on the couch and then I opened my mouth.

I slowly swallowed the warm and nutritious broth. It tasted delicious but I wasn't going to tell him that. I had no idea that he was such a good cook. Oh, wow! It tasted really good. The ingredients in it were just right.

His eyes never left mine as he fed me.

"Do you like it?" He asked, arching his eyebrow at me.

"It doesn't matter." I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Where do you want to go for the weekend?"

"To go as far away from you as possible," I told him with a little sarcasm in my voice.

His lips curved in a sadistic smile.

"I'm full. I don't want anymore." I told him while lowering my legs to the floor.

He nodded.

"How's your internship going?" He questioned.

"Fine," I mumbled, not looking at him.

"Good, I'll be downstairs if you need me. Have a good night."

I stared at him but I didn't respond.

He then took up his gun, the tray with the bowl on it, and left the bedroom. Leaving me alone in my thoughts.

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I lay in the jacuzzi with a book in my hand. I yawned and looked up at the ceiling. There I saw a camera staring back at me. What the heck? Marco really had a camera installed in the bathroom to watch me. This was so ridiculous. I got out, dried my body, and put on a white robe.

I took up my phone and called him. He answered on the first ring.

"Yes, Bella?" His tone was low.

"Marco, why the hell did you have cameras installed in the bathroom?" I demanded, angrily. "Are you really that low?"

"To keep you safe." Was his ridiculous reply.

"That's bullshit! Who's going to come inside of the bathroom and kill me?" I asked, bitterly.

I heard him sigh. "Bella, calm the fuck down."

"Do you watch me while I'm butt naked and then you stroke your dick, Marco?" I asked him, rudely. "Is that what you do?"

"This conversation is over, Bella." The tone of his voice had changed.

He then disconnected the call.

I closed my phone screen and put it in the pocket of my robe. I did my hygiene and then I climbed into bed. What did I expect? I had gotten myself involved with a crime boss. A mobster. There was no happy ending here. Not like in the mafia stories that I read on various reading platforms. This was real and not a fairytale. Moments later, I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

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