Protecting The Principessa (Complete)

~ Chapter 38 ~

"Get up." Izzy groaned as the voice instructed her to get up for the third fucking time. She would have thought that her ignoring him for the first two times would have made him realize she didn't want to wake up and sure as fuck didn't want to go with him, but it was evident that he wasn't getting the hint. She pulled the covers tighter up over her shoulder and tried to tune him out again. But he quickly yanked the covers up and landed a hard smack on her ass, causing her to shoot straight up.

"What the fuck," she shrieked, glaring at him.

"Oh, good, you're awake, let's get a move on," Adriano told her, getting another glare in response.

"I'm ignoring you asshole, why aren't you getting that?"

"Oh I got the memo, but I don't care if you are. I have shit to do today and you're coming with me."

"Like fucking hell I am, I told you I wanted to talk to my dad." She laid back down and rolled on her side. With a grunt, he lifted the covers again and smacked her ass.

"Damn, watching that ass jiggle is a gorgeous sight. I told you that you couldn't talk to your dad, I'm not letting you. You're coming with me and that's the end of the story. Now, get up because you still need to get dressed and eat, it's a very busy day." She rubbed her sore ass, still staring at him. Who the hell was he to tell her that she couldn't go see her dad? She wasn't a baby, and she didn't think this shit was fair at all.

"Why can't I talk to my dad? What's so important?" He paused before he stepped away from the bed and shook his head.

"Nothing is important, but he won't talk to you. You're going in there with questions and that man is just going to laugh at you and tell you that he doesn't answer to you. That's going to piss you off and you're going to get all riled up. So, forgive me for just trying to save you from that headache." She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing that wasn't the whole truth, but it was at least part of it; she could give him that.

"Fine, I know there's more there. I hate being treated like I'm some dumb kid or something." She threw the covers off of her and finally got out of bed, making her way to the bathroom.

"Ignazia?" She paused and lifted a brow at him.

"What?" she asked.

"My intent is not to make you feel that way, ever, however, there are still things in this world you don't get. I've explained where you sit on the social ladder of the mafia world, and I'm sorry, but that is the way it goes. There are just things you won't get told, not because you don't understand it, but because you don't need to know."

"Do you realize how sexist that is?" she asked, planting her hands on her hips. He shrugged at the comment.

"Don't tell me, I get it. But the mafia world, the mafia men, they don't care. It's their world and theirs alone. You already know and have seen more than any other female, remember that." He walked over to her and kissed her forehead before walking out of her room, leaving her confused. She knew she had seen more, he told her that. But they really wouldn't talk to her? Her dad wouldn't? That just seemed fucked up, but giving that little speech, she was second-guessing the thought of talking to her dad. She was almost sure, now, that he wouldn't answer anything.

And what exactly did she want to know? A supposed contract? What did it say? Why did her dad feel the need to control her life? Yeah, she could see her dad laughing right in her face and telling her it didn't matter because he was going to do what he wanted and tell her to fuck off, but in a nicer way. With a sigh at the fact that Adriano was right, she rolled her eyes and went to take a quick shower.