Mafia's Obsession [18+]

16.

Sofia

Call me stupid, I don't care. I know I'd do it again given a chance. There's two things I'd do if life becomes too much. First, drink. Second, run. One thing in common is I need to take my mind off said life.

In this case, a devil called Ezio Salucci.

When he showered me with undivided attention, surprised trips and all, I felt completely overwhelmed.

A man like him shouldn't do sweet things like this. And a girl like me shouldn't bet on a dangerous man like him.

He breaks heart all the time, but I'm afraid I've broken mine a couple of times.

Not that I fall for him, shit. The man doesn't deserve a bit of it. But I think our line is getting blurry. I hate how serious this may look.

I told myself it was just a fucking senseless trip and since the devil doesn't do relationship, what the hell I'm so scared about, right?

I needed to get away from him, and of course, he found a way to track me down.

He treated me like I betrayed him and the cell he put me in was really terrifying. It smells like piss and blood and I want to puke just thinking about it. It's a shame that I am not strong enough to get through that.

So here we are, back to so-called home. Which is his mansion. His luxurious prison where I'll be kept for God knows how long. I wonder why the hell he doesn't seek another girl to entertain him. It's not like I am a pleasant company. Far from it, actually.

The man is clearly obsessed with me. And I stabbed his arm with a knife.

He's clearly so mad about it.

Ezio leads me to a familiar grand staircase towards the second floor. He's close right behind I want to stop abruptly just to piss him off.

"I want to have my own room." I say as we walk upstairs. The dark hallway greets me coldly. I don't think I missed this lifeless mansion.

"No. You sleep with me." He states in finality, ushering me to get into the master bedroom after he enters the passcode to unlock it.

"I told you I wanted some space and the exact thing you do is keep me at arm length." I scoff, stopping in the middle of the large room and turning around to face the devil. I am not aware how close he is. His masculine scent invades my nostrils and the room smells the same as I left it.

"Stop with the attitude." He grits his teeth, seemingly having zero patience after the disaster I caused. Of course, I have to test it further.

"Stop with the stalker behavior." I remark.

"Sofia." His voice low and full of authority. It's a warning I should tread carefully. Imprisoned in the basement is obviously something I don't want to experience again. But my hatred takes over the logic.

"You like me so much you drag me back here." I conclude, expecting him to laugh it off or snort out loud. He does none of that.

"Call it what you want." His voice is flat and void of emotions.

I stare at him in disbelief as his words register. "You can't like me." It sounds like a threat, but I don't care at this point. I have pissed him off, better do it thoroughly.