Diavolo

xxvii

PRESLEY

I'd been inside his room a handful of times but I hadn't realized how empty and disastrously bleak it was. The room felt like someone had painted the shades of black and white over the natural polar lights of the world.

His sheets were pure silky ink black, the sleek graphite color coating his bathroom and the gray wallpaper to paint, offering the final blow. The longer I stood by the door, the feeling of misery cultivated inside of me.

I didn't know what the hell I was even doing here except for the mere fact that I was bored. Silvio disappeared with Beast to go 'take care of some things' after the boys left.

That was an hour ago give or take and I took a freshly new shower, washed my hair, changed my tampon only to discover my blood flow had ceased and fished out one of his oversized T-shirts to wear.

It smelled masculine, coated with intoxicating cologne and all I wanted to do was lay bare on everything that smelled like him and never let go.

I pulled out my phone and turned around to take a discreet picture of Tommaso.

He was standing guard by the kitchen dressed in his usual buttoned down white shirt and suit combo watching me quietly where I stood against the rails of the stairs.

Although I wasn't sure if it was truly discreet given the sharp click of my camera giving me away.

        My face flushed with embrassement and I smiled awkwardly at him hoping to get a reaction in response and a blink was the only thing I received.

Fucking great.

Pres: I don't think he likes me very much but he blinks twice when i say your name.

Zaddy Silvio: I guarantee his paychecks.

I almost rolled my eyes at his answer. It was so fucking bossy and commanding of him and I expected nothing less. Biting down on my lip, I moved my fingers across the screen rapidly tying out another response.

Pres: he needs to smile more and say hello.

Zaddy Silvio: You want that?

I glanced at the phone screen, chewing on my lips at the phone contact—courtesy of Beast—before I typed my next words.

Pres: that would be nice.

"Done." His response was immediate. It made my heart ache.

He didn't type anything for a couple of minutes before the three little dots began to appear and float. My heart jumped with anticipation before the dots disappeared and were replaced with the sound of a ringtone except it wasn't mine.

My gaze coasted over to Tommaso who fished the cellphone out of the breast pocket of his suit, and slid a hand across the screen to answer the call.

His brows furrowed for a second and then he pressed a button on the screen, changing the phone's default setting to speaker.

My face flushed when I heard Silvio's deep voice. "Smile and say hello for my girl, Tommaso." He commanded in that low, authoritative voice of his.

My stomach fluttered and I breathed a soft huff of breath, gripping onto the rails for dear life.

Slowly, a tight smile shone through Tommaso's hard expression and he nodded curtly. "Hello, ma'am." The slight accent beneath his voice shone through.