His Amore

Chapter 4-Naina

After I chugged the water bottle, I crumpled it up and held it in my hand as I followed Dante back up the stairs that I assume led out of the basement. They did. 

The stairs out of the basement led to a hallway, which led to a big living room. There was a large, circular couch that sat in front of a wall that was all TV. Shit, this is so cool. My hand kneaded the water bottle in my fingers. This house was bigger than the fricking White House.

Dante led me through the room, he scoffed when my mouth almost hit the floor at seeing the biggest damn kitchen ever. Every Indian aunties dream was right in front of me. Dadi would cook the best food in this fucking kitchen.

As we continued to walk through the kitchen (which took forever by the way), I saw a few maids cooking, they were laughing and giggling to themselves but stopped when the saw Dante stroll past them.  They stopped all noise and lowered their head, like he was a fucking raja.  [king]

I looked back at him, eyes wide, and he smirked. Bitch.

We walked up two more flights of stairs before I got to my 'room'. The room was at least the size of my apartment if not bigger. Dante stared almost examining my reaction to my new living quarters. I will die before I call this shit hole anything remotely nice. I eyed the room, it had a gray theme, a large tv was set up across from the huge bed, with a table setup in the middle.

                                                                                      *Bigger bed*

"It'll do, I guess," I try to say nonchalantly.

Dante looks scoffs at sad attempt to keep a straight face.

"Your stuff will be here shortly, your highness,"he sarcastically comments.

I flip him off as he walks out the door, he's the one being treated like a king, not me. I was kidnapped for god sakes. He slams it loudly behind him. The room fills with silence after that, I try to reach for my phone, but I realize it's not with me. Fuck, where is it? I pat down my body trying to find it. Shit, they took it. How am I going to call my mom and tell her where I am, I call her at least twice a day. She'll probably send out a search party. I smile to myself at that thought. She hates that I live in New York at such a young age, so she calls to make sure I'm eating or whatever. I hate this fucking place.

I allow my body to fall back onto the soft bed, I stare at the ceiling while tears fall down my cheeks onto the white comforter. Soon I let my eyes close, my breathing slow, and just as I'm about to drift off into sleep a knock rattles me up. I sit up and wipe my face, and take a deep breath.

"Come in,"I call out to the other side of the door.

The knob rattles a young woman, who must be only a few years older than me steps in carefully. She glances at me and a smiles.

"Hello Miss Patel, I'm Marie, I work for Mr. Bianco, and I'm going to be taking care of you during your stay," she calmly says as if she takes care of kidnapped people everyday. "Is there anything I can get you?" she proceeds to asks.

Unsure of what to say I quickly responded, "Not right now, thank you though," a smile eases its way onto my face.

"Okay, let me know when you need me," she says happily and walks out of the room.

I lay my head back on the pillow, and close my eyes once more. I lay in place for about five minutes before I get up to explore the room.

Directly across from the bed was a TV and under that was a fire place. There were two couches next to the bathroom. The bathroom was a large space maybe half the size of the bedroom. There was a dual sink, large tub, and an even bigger shower and closet. God damn. Bianco is an asshole but he sure is loaded, i'll give him that.

Another knock on my door stares me and I slowly call out, "Who is it?".

"Your stuff is here,"Dante class sounding annoyed.

Goodie!

As I slowly walk to the door, I can hear Dante tapping his foot, aggravated. I open the door even slower just to piss him off even more. As soon as the door opens a crack, a hand shoots through and pushes it all the way open. Dante stares back at me annoyed, my attention is shifted the rattling crate in Dantes left hand. ROCKY BABY!

I immediately rush out of my doorway and grab the crate out of his hand. "Baby,"I say as I carefully open the door to the crate. He sticks his head out before jumping on me, licking my face. "Chokaro," I say snuggling him into my chest. [baby]

I take him into my new sleeping area and set him down on one of the couches, and then proceed to help the butlers bring in my racks of clothes. They even brought my lenghas and saris, respect.

As soon as all the clothes are in my room, and the butlers are gone, Dante barges in.

"Your fucking nightmare of a dog scratched up my fucking Armani suit," he exclaims as he turns around to show his torn up suit back.

I start to laugh uncontrollably and after what felt like an hour I bite my lip to stop. Rocky got the motherfucking memo.

"THIS IS NOT FUCKING FUNNY!" he yells at me, "Just wait until Lorenzo finds to about this he will blow your fucking brain out,". His name is Lorenzo, I thought to myself.

After having that revelation, I begin to laugh again, Dante just rolls his eyes.

"When you are done, come downstairs, Capo wants to talk with you," he growls and then leaves.

"Wait,"I call out, "tell Lorenzo I have more accommodation needs,".

"He is gonna kill you," he says in a sing-songy voice.

I decide to organize my clothes and Rocky's stuff. It takes about thirty minutes, so I decide waited long enough. I put Rocky in his bed, since he fell asleep on the couch, and make my way downstairs.

I make many attempts to find 'downstairs' but continue to end up in some random places. I finally find a maid walking dusting in what seems like the third living on this floor.

"Where is Lor-, Capo," I quickly correct myself.

She looks me up and down and scoff, "Honey, I don't think you're his type, he like people who look like me,". She trailed her hands down her chest and it took major restraint not to vomit on sight.

Frustrated, I clap back, "Honey, I don't think plastic's anyones type, whoever's willing to fuck you is just too lazy to jerk off. I just need directions to where ever he is because unlike you I am useful for something other running my damn mouth," I said as politely as possible, batting my eyelashes to accentuate my point.

Her jaw fell wide open, and she pointed to a hallway on my right. I smiled politely and walked out the room.

As soon as I turned down the hallway I saw a flight of stairs. 

Bingo!