His Bambina

Chapter 26

I can't hide the tears of frustration as I storm off to meet with my friends. That unsufferable pig. First he lets that dumb bitch lay her hands all over him, takes her side against mine, then punishes me harshly for no reason and ignores my safe word, and now he wants to act like he did nothing wrong? And don't get me started he is giving her his men without hesitation, when he promised me he'd try to spare some men for my father. Any hesitation or guilt I had for leaving are out the window.
I don't even bother knocking, knowing he won't mind anyways. His blue eyes widen at my state and he hangs up without hesitation, "Ma rein what's wrong?"
And for some reason I can't hold it back. I tell him everything. Well, nearly everything. I tell him how cosey Vincenzo has been with Veronica and how when in a meeting he took her side over mine. I subtly mention how he lost his temper on me, and the tightening of Nico's fists doesn't go unnoticed. I explain how I've been getting threats towards our family and when I asked Vincenzo for help he claimed he didn't have the man power.
"And now he's giving her ten men plus one of his capos!" I whisper yell my troubles, in French, only slightly trying to be aware of any possible ears surrounding us.
"Ce bon à rien fils de pute." 
That's all he says on the subject before pulling me into a hug, letting me cry out my frustrations.
"C'mon, I want to take you out of here for a bit. With all these idiots walking around it's starting to feel more and more like a prison by the minute." Before I can agree he's on his phone and two minutes later Amelia and Emily are entering his room without even bothering to knock.
"So where we going?" Amelia hooks her arm with mine with a huge smile upon her face. If there's anyone in this world who could make rain clouds turn into a sunny day it's this girl. The amount of time her and her brother have been there to lend a shoulder to lean on is a debt I'll never be able to repay.
Emily shrugs, "There's an amazing gelato shop about 20 miles out which is to die for!"
Nico smiles and grabs his wallet, "Gelato it is. I'll call our driver, and meet you guys outside."
Amelia looks at me up and down, "You, girl, need to change."
I look down at my wrinkled cotton pajamas. Damn, I guess she's right.
"Now what to wear..." Amelia roams through her closet which has half of my clothes that she's "borrowed" from me in the past.
Emily chuckles while she takes a seat next to me on Amelia's bed. She gives me a small smile, leaning in to whisper, "You doing okay?"
I shrug, "Just tired I guess."
Tired is an understatement. I barely slept last night, and I'm sure it won't be the last sleepless night I have. I need to go home. And the longer I stay here the more Vincenzo proves to me there is nothing worth it here to choose over my family. Nothing. Not even love is worth more than my family. Not that I'd even call what he's treated me these past couple days love.
That thought alone makes my stomach sick. What do we have? Was it all fake? Was I really just a pawn to him? I guess I'll never know.
"Ah ha! Perfect!" Amelia pulls out a white princess looking crop top and a mini skirt covered in daisies with a slit on the side. Emily looks at me wide eyed, most likely thinking the same thought as me: Vincenzo would have a heart attack with me wearing this out without him knowing exactly where we were going.
Amelia's smirk seems like she is thinking the same thing. Emily shrugs, and I push down every submissive bone I once had for that man and sigh, "Why the hell not."
We all grab our sandals and head down the stairs. Our laughter comes to a halt once we get to the front door.
"And where the hell do you think you're going?" It's as if he were waiting for us. A part of me doesn't doubt that he was. There's eyes everywhere in this house, and they're all on me.
I can't seem to find my words, only glancing between him and the door five feet behind him. So close.
"Out. Got a problem with it?" Amelia pops out a hip, back straight, without a care in the world who she's talking to. And the glare he gives her reminds me exactly who she's talking to. This man isn't just my ex, or a man who treated me wrong. He's also a boss of a very dangerous family, and most likely a killer. He certainly has his reputation, and I'm sure he'd be pleased to show my ballsy friend exactly how it was earned.
"Alone? I don't think so." His voice is low, and his eyes are on me. Surely he's taking in my outfit, how much cleavage this shirt gives me or how close this skirt is to practically showing off my ass. With my thick thighs this skirt isn't a skirt it's a second skin and I'm sure it's driving him wild. With lust or rage? No Aria, it doesn't matter. He can't determine what I wear or where I go. He's lost his right to care.
The universe is on our side and Sergio waltzes past. Emily springs into action, "Oh perfect, Sergio, right on time! Ready to go?"
Sergio glances at Vincenzo wide eyed. No one would dare disobey their boss, especially with the anger brewing inside of him. However, when he catches sight of Amelia and the blush that paints her face, he's putty in our hands.
"Well of course, as driver I wouldn't dare be late. Meet you outside." He rushes out, not giving Vincenzo time to process as his eyes are still glued to me.
Amelia is the first to gain back her composure, "Well if you'll excuse us, your highness, but our driver is waiting."
The door slams in his stone cold face giving me the rush of a lifetime. How many more times can we brush him off before he releases hell upon us all?