Mafia love

Chapter 5

Strong hands grip my waste from behind. Connecting our eyes, mine filled with water, his filled with fear. "What's wrong?" He asks with a worried tone. "I...." I gasp trying to get air and point to the waffles in the bed. He looks over and notices it's the breakfast I had been given. "WHAT IS IN THE WAFFLES!" He aggressively shouts, making it feel like the floor is shaking.

I drift in and out of consciousness, still aware of my surroundings. "I... sorry....erm." The maid is trying to find the words but she doesn't know herself as she didn't cook them. The chef runs out, listing the ingredients and as I hear cinnamon I put a thumbs up. "You're allergic to cinnamon?" Ezra says shocked as the doctor he had rang bursts through the doors.

A different maid was showing him to where we were. He listened to Ezra and wasted no time in injecting an epipen into my thigh straight away. "That shouldn't take too long to kick in." His reassuring statement allowed Ezra to breathe. I don't know why he wasn't breathing. It's not like he cared at all. Or did he care?

I have gone limp and heavy as shock set in. Ezra helped me stand to my feet and realised I had no energy to move my feet. He swooped me up like I was a bag of feathers. Carrying me to our room.

He had sat by my side until I came round from the allergic reaction. He was wondering if I was okay. I suddenly sit up as if nothing happened. "Steady. Don't make too many sudden movements." He stated putting his hands out in case I fell off the bed. "I'm okay." I say with a slight smile making his tense body relax a little bit. "Is the chef okay after that traumatic event?" I ask. "No, need to worry about him. He won't be harming you again." Ezra states. "He's fired, it took everything in me not to kill him." He says. "Hire him back, it was an accident!" I accidentally shout. "Ok, ok, ok, whatever you want." He says sending a text message.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" I question him. "I wasn't leaving you in that state. My men know what needs to be taken care of and how." He says before glancing down at his phone. "I took the day off, thought I could take you shopping for some things." He says as he glances between me and my phone. "Erm, I don't have any money but you can go shopping and buy yourself something." I say with a guilty smile. I was broke, stripped away from my family.

"Who said you were paying?" He says with his full attention on me. I feel my cheeks burn and I know he can see it as he has a smirk in his face. I realise I'm still in his shirt from last night and get up to go and have a quick shower. I quickly get dressed in yesterdays clothes and walk outside to his car that had been pulled round.

He opens my door for me. "Thank you." I say so quietly, I don't even know if he heard me. He walked round to his side. He got in and returned the sentence, "you're welcome tesoro." He drives at a very high speed to the mall. "Please slow down, I don't like it!" I say without realising my voice was raised. "I'm in full control, no need to fret." He says with a mischievous grin.