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Ch. 7 - Not Sure What to Think

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Niko POV

The second she whispered, "Tommy is dead" I realized she didn't know. I wanted to smirk at the guilt washing over her. She deserved to feel pain the rest of her life. He was dead and it was her fault.

Then she lost it. Her hand smacked clean across my face, rendering me utterly frozen. A woman never so much as raised their voice to me let alone dare strike me. She was screaming what a bastard I was then proceeded to punch my chest. I looked down at this little thing trying with all her might to hurt me. It was laughable how her hardest punch felt like a tickle to my skin.

That was enough though. She disrespected me in front of the whole family. She looked like a lunatic, thrashing about and calling me names. I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to her room.

I would put her in her place. I can't hit her though. Maybe I could. No, I won't hit a woman no matter how much I hate her.

I felt her body drop and noticed she twisted her ankle. I rolled my eyes then threw her over my shoulder and proceeded up the stairs. Her body just went limp as she grabbed a fist full of my jacket and cried into my back.

After we found her in that closet Paul was taken to the hospital and I visited him that night. A part of me was impressed to hear that she tended to his wounds, and even killed the two men that laid at their door. I thought maybe she wasn't as weak and useless as I thought she was.

Then she acts like this. A wild woman that hits the head of the families. She is just as useless as I originally thought. What the fuck did Tommy want me to do with this woman? I should chalk up his pleas to protect her was just due to blood loss and kill her now.

I threw her body on the bed, ready to rip into her for how she just acted downstairs. She didn't get back up though. Her body curled into a ball, twisting her hands into the sheets as she wailed out for Tommy. I didn't care she was upset, but I knew this pain. I felt it too while he died in my arms.

"She doesn't leave this room." I ordered Mario then left, slamming the door behind me. She needed to be punished for her actions, but I couldn't do it while she was like that. I grabbed my chest feeling my heart being squeezed so tight I swear it would stop beating.

"You ok boss?" Gio asked beside me. I didn't even notice him there.

"No one fucking told her Tommy was dead?"

"You said no one was to speak to her or show her any kindness, sir. Other than her maid earlier, who only spoke a few words, we haven't said anything at all to her."

Fuck! I didn't realize they would take every word I said literally. At least they listened though.

"Why the fuck did Tommy make me vow to protect that thing in there?" I questioned Gio, knowing it made me look weak. For Tommy I could be weak, he was already gone and he could no longer be used against me.

"Because he loved her." Gio simply responded with a shrug. Love! Yeah, fucking right. She was good pussy and nothing more.

I looked at the door listening to her cry out in pain. I don't understand why I felt a small desire to comfort her. I missed Tommy too and she was the only other person that knew him like I did. Even his bodyguards, Paul and Danny, didn't know the real Tommy. They acted like friends in college, but they were there to keep an eye on him and nothing else.

"Go make her stop crying!" I ordered him.

I can't go in there. I can't be nice to her. I hated everything about her. The second he walked into the room I instantly realized what a mistake that was though. Gio hated the girl too. He would probably gag her.

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