The Mafia Lord's Captive✅

Chapter 12

Alessia

I bite my bottom lip for the thousandth time, shaking my head on the accord. Angelo seemed calm as he munches on his food. He had the audacity to sit calmly after what he put me through last night. Marco was the only one present with us. The urge to bring up the topic grew inside me, and I did.

"Don't you think you have something to say to me?" I asked, dropping my fork.

"Who..." Marco trailed off, earning a glare from me in return. "I'm talking to your boss, not you."

"I have nothing to say to you," Angelo spoke up, his eyes meeting mine. Suddenly, I lost the words in my mouth. His eyes reminded me of last night. How they burned holes in my head. How I almost indulged myself in the pool of his eyes. I couldn't take him to his room because of his heavy body. Instead, I dragged him up to my bed and allowed him to take most of the bed space.

When I woke up in the morning, he wasn't in bed. And now, with him seated calmly, he's telling me he has nothing to tell me.

"I'm sure a ghost didn't give you shelter last night when you were out of it," I threw with a roll of my eyes.

"And I'm sure you haven't forgotten that this house belongs to me, including the room you're claiming as yours," I gulped down a bitter bile of anger. Right. He'd definitely brag about what he owns.

"Obviously it doesn't belong to me, but you would've frozen to death if I had left you wasted on the floor," I turned my face towards the other side of the room, taking a sip of my tea in accord.

"I'm not weak like you. Cold doesn't do damage to us."

"Right. It had skipped my mind for a moment that your heart is cold, so I don't expect anything less."

I guess I had struck a nerve in him as he clenched his jaw. "Saying thank you wouldn't hurt your feelings," I muffled out enough for him to hear.

"I'm not that kind of a person. If you're expecting me to do as much as thank you, then you will wait forever."

My lips slightly parted. How can someone be too proud of himself? Saying thank you and sorry to someone wouldn't hurt one's feelings. What do you expect, Alessia?

"Wait... Why are you two throwing words as if you have been deprived of your chocolate," Marco chirped, his eyes darting between me and Angelo.

"Mind your business," I hissed out. He sure knows how to get on my nerves. In fact, all of them are getting on my nerves.

"If you don't have something better to focus on, go water the flowers in the garden," I didn't know when a laughter escaped me. What sort of joke was that? I haven't really gone all around the house since my capturing.

"Over my dead body. I'm not a garden boy," Marco retorted.

"Then control your mouth," Marco used his hand to virtually zip his mouth while I shook my head. Silence then prevailed again as we continued our breakfast.

Angelo was the first to leave the table, leaving me and Marco behind. His eyes squinted on me. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm surprised at the way you throw strong words at the boss yet he doesn't take action."

I rolled my eyes. "Even if he does, will it make a difference? I will still repeat the same thing. Will he not get tired?"

"Well...I know Angelo doesn't tolerate disrespect and that is what you have been doing. I would advise you to watch your back. He might take you by surprise."

I scoffed, leaning over the table. "What more will I expect from a killer?"

"He's not a killer," Marco uttered in a calm tone.

"Of course, you will back him up. You guys are his lapdogs. I heard him say it himself. He said 'I will kill them all.'"

Marco said nothing and smiled, which confused me more. I know for a fact that they will defend him. After all, he's their boss. I pulled my chair back and rose to my feet.

"If you get to know who Angelo Santoro is, you will understand why he's the way he is. And it's better if you don't try finding ways to escape here, in as much as you want to stay alive."

Marco's words didn't only confuse me, they made me wonder what kind of world I had really ventured into. As I walked towards my room with Marco's words ringing in my head, my foot came to a stop when I heard a sound coming from Angelo's room.

I wanted to walk away, but some part of me urged me to peek a glance. As I took slow steps toward his door, the sound kept getting louder. I held onto the doorknob, contemplating whether to go in or not. I followed my conscience and pushed it open.

An almost dark room greeted me. The sound I once heard dissipated. I scanned the room for any sign of Angelo but found none. The only thing lighting up the room was the bedside lamp. A gasp left my lips when I felt my body being hauled inside. My back collided with the wall, and a hand covered my mouth, preventing me from screaming. I was attacked by the two pairs of dangerous eyes. Angelo. "What the hell are you doing here?" He seethed, his jaw clenching. I shoved his hand from my mouth.

"I heard a sound coming from your room and wanted to..."

"Get out!" His deep voice literally sent shivers down my spine. But before I could move, my eyes caught a glimpse of his hand, blood dripping down.

"Your hand..." I reached for the hand but he jerked it away. "I said get out!" This time his voice was loud enough to make my body shake with fear. With my eyes on his bloodied hand, I slowly aimed for the door. Before I could close the door, he did it himself. The door made a loud thud behind me.

As I found my way back to my room with a weak body, different thoughts ran through my mind. Who exactly is Angelo? Is he really just a mafia boss? Could he be a serial killer? He mentioned killing people last night and now I saw blood on his hand. What exactly is he into?

I could not concentrate all day. Fear, confusion, nervousness all together had occupied my whole body. I couldn't help but have all sorts of thinking in my head. No one was present during lunch, which made the image in my head more complicated. Could it be they were out to carry out the operation of taking people's lives? When it was time for dinner, I had expected it to be in full swing. However, his guys were the only ones present. Angelo was absent.

No one acknowledged my presence. I didn't even bother to say a word. Dinner was quiet. But the voices in my head were far from calm. I was curious about everything. Yet, I know asking any one of them wouldn't kill off my curiosity. They wouldn't answer all of my questions. So, I kept mute and instead focused on my food. Until Kevin left the dining and sauntered up.

Few minutes after he came back. "Boss wants us to head to the port ASAP." He said. So, Angelo was around. Why didn't he come down for dinner then?

Marco and Elijah stood up to their feet. They walked away without doing as much as saying anything to me or even cast a look in my direction. I dropped my fork in frustration. "Who exactly are these people?" I asked no one in particular. I need to find out who Angelo really is.

I didn't finish closing off my thoughts when I heard the sound of footsteps emerging from the stairs. Angelo stepped down in all his glory. The first thing my eyes scanned was his hand, which I saw blood on earlier, but found none now. Not even any bruise. Could it be he killed someone and that was the blood I saw?

No, Alessia, stop overthinking. If someone was in the house, you would've seen his men bringing him in. I tried to assure myself that Angelo didn't engage in killing someone but that still failed. I thought he'd grab his seat, instead he walked past me towards the kitchen. Before I knew it, I was up on my feet and walking to the kitchen too. I saw the maid bowing down to him before finding her way out.

Angelo's back was facing me as he searched for something in the refrigerator. When he turned around, our eyes met, and my heart raced inside. I don't know why his eyes always make my heart thump inside. He took out a bottle of yogurt and proceeded to walk away. He had reached the door when I spoke up. "Are you a serial killer?"