Belong to Him ONHOLD! (The Mafia- El Ricci # 2)

Chapter 16: Sobbing

A/N: I was supposed to update yesterday but forget. Sorry guys. I've been working on the rewriting of 'Sold to him' and lost track. Enjoy.

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷

"How the fuck does he knows?" I ask Mateo who doesn't know the answer either. Fuck. This is bad. Really bad.

"I have no idea how Roberto knows but," he pauses.

"What?" Anger boils in me and I feel irritated the longer he's quiet.

"I think someone, from that night, might have told him. That's the only explanation."

"Do you mean we have a traitor?" He nods, staring at a spot behind me, concentrating. No doubt he memorized every person alive from that night. "Kevin was with us, right?" I suddenly remember vaguely.

Mateo frowns deepens. "He's loyal to me. Hell, he'd rather kill himself that betray me."

"It could be possible." I regret the moment the words leave me.

His eyes flare. "Think before you assume something, Sebastian. I'm angry enough and you don't need to add fuel into mix. Believe me." He stands up, readjust his button up shirt. "Kevin would never help Roberto in any way."

I feel the need to change the topic. "What if they find out it was me?" My body shivers from fear. Mateo took the fault onto himself and claimed he killed the Russian Don. Other families – such as the Russian – are scared of him so they didn't do much and backed off weird enough. But if they know it was me, then I'm dead meal.

I'm not a Mafia-family, so they can kill me. The El Ricci's can't help because it's a fight between the Russians and the Lavadzza the. If Mateo dares to interfere then war would break out

If he helped – which he probably won't – then Emily would be in danger.

Losing her is his biggest fear.

"They won't." He replies too calm for my liking. Though I don't miss the doubt in his eyes. "Olivia is still in my office." he suddenly adds. "You should look at her, but don't freak out. She doesn't need your anger on top of what she's dealing with."

I arch a brow. "What do you mean?" the curiosity gets the better of me. Is it something bad?

"Look for yourself."

***

I stand in front of the big, double black door leading into Mateo's office. My heart is raising for reasons I don't understand. It's just Olivia.

You're scared to see her, my brain tells me, You're scared to see what Mateo meant earlier.

Even though my brain knows what's wrong, my heart doesn't seem to register this; it simply refuses to think of the worse.

I've seen the scarf she's wearing. Hell, she's been wearing those the whole fucking week. Does she think she can fool me? I know her better then she knows herself sometimes. Which is vice versa.

Feeling the sudden urge to hold Olivia, I open the door to find her crouch in the corner, sobbing.

The scene reminds me of the one time she had a big fight with her parents – she snuck out to go to a party – and was grounded for the whole summer. She refuses to eat or leave her room; so stubborn she was (and still is). Mateo couldn't convince her so he asked me to try. Even then he knew his sister had a soft spot for me. To be fair: I knew I was her soft spot because she was mine as well.

I kneel down in front of her, pushing her hair away from her forehead so I can get a glimpse of her face. It feels like a long time since I saw her face up close.

"Hey," my voice is low, soft and scared if I raise my voice she would break as glass. "Let me see your eyes."

She shakes her head stubbornly; typical.

"C'mon, Olivia." My hand travels lower onto her back, rubbing, soothing her.

The tension kills me but lastly, after some hesitation and more sobbing, she slowly tilt her head, revealing the bruises around her neck.

My eyes scan every dark blue, purple spot. The calm in me in replaced with anger and concern. "Who the fuck did this?" I ask though I know the answer: that fucked-up-piece-of-shit Roberto.

I swear, if I see him again I make sure he can't use his hand ever again. It won't be pretty.

Olivia clearly sees right though me and shakes her head.

"Don't. Whatever you think you're doing: don't." silence. "You have to promise me, Sebastian." Tears roll down her swollen eyes again. "Please. Promise!" Her voice creaks.

My arms find her waist and hold her into my arms. Hers wrap automatically around mine as well and I roll us so we're side by side.

How am I suppose to promise her that I won't kill him. He has the right to be dead. He abused Olivia. He choked Olivia. He hurt Olivia.

"Did he raped you?" My question hangs long in the air. "Olivia?" my voice is stern.

"It's not that he really forced me. More like demanded to have sex or otherwise..." her voice trails off, "But I wouldn't say he raped me."

"Why do you still protect that motherfucker!?" Her body tenses in my arms and I remind myself that she doesn't need the extra pressure from me.

Olivia shakes her head. "I don't protect him, I'm scared of him. If he finds out I..." more sobbing.

"It's alright." I kiss the top of her head. "Everything is going to be okay." I say though it's more for myself.

Everything must be okay but first I need to make sure I get rid of my problems first before I help Olivia's.

And that will be tomorrow.

A/N: What do you think he will do tomorrow?