Taken By The Mafia

Chapter 7

Katherine's Office up there.

Katherine's POV

I couldn't sleep at midnight, so I just stared out the window on my balcony. I was just wondering how Zayn would react if he found out about this deal.

I couldn't understand how my father could agree to such a thing.

I was exhausted after a time, so I laid on my bed, attempting to sleep.

I could hear Ethan crying in his room, but I did not have the capacity to go comfort him. I was exhausted from all the sobbing. I'm very sure mother or Marta is helping him. He still hasn't calmed down after more than half an hour. So I got up, went to his room, opened the door, and found father holding him down, trying unsuccessfully to calm him down.

I stepped over and grabbed Ethan from him, swinging and swaying him back and forth. He calmed down after a few minutes. Dad was quite aback by how soon he was able to stop sobbing. Dad attempted to speak with me, but I exited the room. I realise it isn't his fault, but I needed some time.

Ethan was lying on my chest as I laid on my bed. He was also wide awake, as if he could sense my emotions.

Tomorrow, I'll get engaged with a man I've barely met, a man who threatened to kill my father.

I mean come on I don't even know his second name.

Ethan and I eventually fell asleep cuddling.

...

I was jolted awake by a small foot on my face and a smack from a little hand.

Ethan was trying to wake me up when I opened my eyes. As soon as he saw me open my eyes, he giggled. We continued to mess about on my bed like a bunch of knuckleheads.

After a while, I became hungry, as did Ethan, who was physically trying to bite my face.

Without changing my pyjamas with Ethan, I got up and left the room. As I entered the dining room, I noticed that everyone was dressed up and eating lasagna.

"Why are you guys having lasagna for breakfast?" I asked confusedly.

For some reason, Andre and Enzo ignored me, and dad was staring down at his plate, so mom spoke out. "Love, it's almost 1 p.m."

I was surprised that I had overslept as Ethan laughed as if he had heard a joke. As if he'd get a joke at all.

I sat down at the table awkwardly and requested the chef to prepare me some nutella toast and Ethan some fruits. While we waited for our meal to arrive. Because we were both still tired, Ethan and I were cuddling each other.