The Mafia Lord's Captive✅

Chapter 11

Alessia

My cheeks were burning hot as I closed the door behind me and leaned my back on it. Why did I respond to the kiss? What has gotten over me? I even went as far as to moan when he touched me. I was supposed to be angry at him for taking my first kiss away, so why do I feel butterflies in my stomach instead? I should be mad at him for not wanting to release me.

My hand slowly trailed the lines of my lips as the memories of how I was indulged in Angelo's kiss flooded back. "Pull yourself together, Alessia!" I shook my head and discarded the thoughts.

I was going to hop into bed when my stomach decided to remind me of its hunger. Great. Going downstairs means I will see Angelo, and that will remind me of the kiss. "Who cares! I'm not that hungry after all. I can manage," I muttered, heading towards the bed.

I bite my bottom lip as I descend the stairs. I couldn't ignore my hunger. Why should I even be in hiding when I didn't do anything wrong? He was the one who kissed me.

But you enjoyed the kiss. My inner voice rang, which I quickly shoved away.

As expected, Angelo was seated together with his men, or should I say lapdogs. No one mentioned a word even as I grabbed my seat. And I was glad they didn't. It better stay that way, else it won't turn out good.

Breakfast was in silence. At some point, the fact that all of them were quiet and instead focused on their food surprised me. Angelo didn't even cast one look at my face. His expression was as stoic as stone. "Kevin, get the car ready," Angelo suddenly broke the silence as he pushed his chair back and walked away. Kevin followed suit before Marco and Elijah. I was left all alone at the dining table with my half-finished pasta.

I spent the rest of the afternoon curled up in the room, reading a historical book I found in the room. The book was boring, but I had nothing else to do, so I kept reading. My eyes kept glancing at the clock. Time seemed to be passing quickly, yet there was no sign of Angelo or his men. What could they be up to?

The next few hours passed with me almost dozing off while reading the book, which, after a couple of pages, I found quite interesting. I dropped it after folding the page as a makeshift bookmark. A yawn escaped me. I had been in one position for hours.

I stared blankly at the room, thinking about how much my life had changed since coming here. If I hadn't come to Italy, maybe I would be working on an event. The thought of coming back home from work to engage in a heartwarming conversation with my parents crossed my mind. Maybe things would have been smoother for me now. But instead, I'm caged within the four walls of a ruthless mafia boss—a man who has no kindness in his heart. How will I escape from here? What can I do to make him release me?

I heaved a deep breath and blinked my eyes, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to spill. No matter how hard I tried not to dwell on how draining living here was for me, I knew I couldn't ignore it.

Initially, I had planned to go downstairs, but after considering how much anger I would feel seeing Angelo, I decided to stay inside. And that was what I did. I grabbed the book and continued reading. Two minutes into reading, and a hiss escaped me. I hate being alone. I'm not the type to stay in one place for a long time.

I know I don't have many friends, but I usually converse with my parents after dinner before retiring to my room. During the day, I keep busy with work. But now, everything feels different. It feels suffocating to be in one place with no means of communication.

I tried as much as I could to immerse myself in the book, but to no avail. In the end, I dropped the book and pulled the bed covers onto my body. Maybe I should just call it a night, even though I haven't eaten dinner yet. I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to take over.

I don't know if I should say I barely slept for thirty minutes when the loud sound from my door jolted me up. A pair of two dangerous eyes attacked me. Angelo. "What do you want?" I said coldly. That will be the only treatment he would get from me.

He said nothing and began taking predatory steps towards me. I was quick to get off the bed, searching around the room for anything to defend myself. The only thing I could reach was the bedside lamp. "Don't come near me," I warned, and he halted in his steps. Nevertheless, his eyes didn't waver from mine. I couldn't pinpoint the expression on his face. Was it anger or sadness?

"Why didn't you come down for dinner?" I won't say I was expecting him to ask me that. However, that had to be a ridiculous thing for him to say to me.

"Because I don't feel like it," I answered in the same cold manner. A small smile flickered on his lips for a brief second before he continued taking steps towards me.

I aimed the lamp at him. "I'm warning you," I said. It happened so fast that I don't know how he did it, but my back was suddenly pressed to the wall, with blazing eyes burning holes in my head.

"I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer me with respect," his deep voice sent shivers down my spine. I covered my nose with my palms as the smell of alcohol mixed with sweat passed through my nostrils. I could see why his eyes and his voice were abnormal. He was drunk.

"You're drunk," I said, proceeding to walk past him when he pinned me to the wall, his arms caging me in between him. He leaned his face closer, and I could feel his breath fanning my face. The smell of alcohol made bile rise in my throat.

"I am not drunk," he hoarsed out. He'd definitely say that since he isn't in his right state of mind.

"Yes, you are," I declared, looking at him straight in the eye. The next thing that followed was his laughter, which confused me. I don't think I said anything funny.

"You are crazy, Alessia. I can never be drunk," he said, with his lips curved up. I clenched my fist by the side, anger surging inside me.

"You're the crazy one, Angelo. You're clearly drunk and not thinking straight right now. Please leave my room," I gestured to the door with my eyes.

His lips was still curved up, likewise his eyes that were burning holes in my head. My body shuddered when I felt him touch my hand. He took the lamp from my hold and dropped it down before the same hand found its way and curled around my waist. A low gasp escaped me when he jolted my body towards him, and I had to place my palms atop his chest to steady myself. He looked at me straight in the eye. "What do you want?"

My brows creased in confusion at his words. The expression on my face changed to that of anger. "I want you to let me go, Angelo. To fucking release me!" I seethed.

"We have already discussed this, Alessia. You're going nowhere. This is where you belong," his voice was calm, but it only fueled my anger. The urge to slap him across the face grew inside me, but I knew that would get me into trouble. As he was drunk, I wouldn't want to put myself into trouble.

He trailed his fingers over my face down to my lips. His eyes lingered on them. I gulped down when I felt a surge of heat between my legs. "I love how inviting your lips are," he muffled enough for me to hear. My heart wasn't racing before, but as soon as his touches began making effect on my body, I found my heart thumping loudly inside.

"You're drunk, Angelo," I reminded. However, it only made matters worse. Angelo began closing the gap between us. I had already concluded that he'd kiss me. Funny enough, my heart and body were anticipating it.

As the remaining gap between our faces dissipated, Angelo's body fell flushed on my body. "Dammit! You crazy man!" I yelled out as I tried to steady myself with his weight.

"Get off me, you crazy man!" I exclaimed again and tried to push his unconscious body off me when we both fell flat on the floor, with me atop him. "I will kill them all," was what I heard him say.