Attracted to His Cold

Chapter 23

I wake up to the sound of people arguing, screaming and shouting at each other. I see that I'm now in Cole's room but he's no where in sight. I slip out of bed and realise that I'm in one of Cole's tops. I grab one of his hoodies and pull it over my head. Just as I put on a pair of fluffy socks, I hear glass break. My head whips around to where the noise came from when I hear Cole shouting,

"AND WHAT ABOUT HER?!"

I can't tell where it's coming from so I follow the sound of the commotion happening. I quickly find Cole and Santiago screaming at each other while Carlo and Olivia drink their coffee like nothing's happening. Nobody has seen me yet as the two continue their screaming match, so I get their attention.

"¡¿POR QUÉ COÑO GRITAS?!" [WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SCREAMING?!] I scream over them.

All four heads snap to me as I stand there with my arms crossed. Cole's face turns from anger to worry in the snap of a finger and he speeds over to me and cups my face in his hands.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Did they speak to you? What did they say? Where are-"

"Lupo." I say softly, gently holding his bicep.

"I'm okay. I promise, I'm just a bit shaken up, but I'll live." I say with a soft smile on my face.

His face relaxes instantly as he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight as he kisses the top of my head.

"Grazie Dio." [Thank God.] he whispers as I wrap my arms around his torso.

I laugh lightly and then I remember something.

Sebastian.

"¿Le dijiste?" [Did you tell him?] I ask Tiago, looking at him.

"No todavía. Ha estado demasiado ocupado gritando para escucharme." [Not yet. He's been too busy shouting to listen to me.] T says, irritated.

"Tell me what?" Cole asks me.

I sigh and snuggle into his neck, positioning my head so my lips are level with his ear.

"Vamos a un lugar más privado." [Let's go somewhere more private.] I whisper.

Cole nods and turns me around. I stop him and look at Tiago.

"Dímelos por mí, por favor." [Tell them for me, please.] he nods his head and I thank him.

Cole then leads me towards the staircase. We walk up and go to his room where he opens the door for me.

"Such a gentleman." I say playfully.

"Would you rather me be rough and aggressive?" he asks, closing the door behind him.

I try not to think about the sexual meaning his words have so I don't respond and sit on the bed instead. I take a deep breath, preparing myself to relive some painful memories.

"Gattina, cosa c'è che non va?" [what's wrong?] Cole asks, sitting down beside me.

"Ummm. So, do you remember how Adrik called me Sandy?" I ask him, looking at my hands as I fiddle with the bottom of Cole's hoodie.

"Yes, and you practically bit his head of for it." he chuckles lightly causing the smallest of smiles to grace my lips.

"Sensitive nickname I'm guessing?" he asks softly, placing his hand over mine.

"Uh yeah. Something like that."

I take another deep breath and look up as I feel tears threatening to prick my eyes just thinking about what I'm going to say.

"When I was younger, I used to love eating sweets all the time. I ate them so much that my mum used to call me Sandy Candy. When I stopped eating sweets, the nickname 'Sandy' kinda just stuck around. One day, I came home from school to find my mother screaming. I ran to her, only to find Adrik and one of his men standing over her. The man let go of a knife that was embedded in her chest and Adrik stood there with emotionless eyes, watching as the life slipped away from mama. When I screamed at him to do something, he said 'that's what the cheating bitch deserves.' His voice was void of emotion and then he turned around and walked away. Tears were streaming down my face as I watched mama turn from golden honey to a pale white. Sebastian -my older brother- rushed in to find me and my mumma. He came next to us and after we realized she wasn't going to make it, we stayed by mama as she took her final breath."