The Mafia's Pet: Pawn Of The Ruthless ( A Dark Romance)

Chapter 8: Midnight Confrontation

EVANGELINA

"Please, don't kill mom!" I cried.

My eyes shut open as I stared at the dark. I felt as though my heart was going to leap out of my chest with how rapidly my heart pounded against my chest. Quietly, I rolled to my side and stared at nothing.

That dream wasn't a dream but a reflection of my reality. I had lost everything that meant something to me because my mother chose to marry a man who lacked humanity, and in turn, he had killed her in cold blood. Of course, he didn't need to get his hands dirty to do so. The son of a bitch was quite good at playing such awful games that broke one's heart to shreds.

I sighed as I pulled my hands around me. "Why couldn't you stay without men, Mom? Why did you have to remarry consistently? You ruined us, and now, I'm stuck in a situation that I wouldn't be able to wish on my worst enemy. It's so fucking unfair," I cried as I shivered.

Pang!

What was that?

I sat on the bed, and I looked from one point to the next, but I couldn't see anything. Could it be that it was an object that made such sounds? I'm just scared for nothing. It was probably an object, and I was making a mountain of a molehill.

Looking around and noting that nothing was amiss, I laid back down. "It's probably all the crap I keep hearing from Aemilio that made me antsy," I muttered.

He was so annoying. But I won't waste my time thinking about him. He was not worth a moment's thought because all he had ever done to me was bring me immense pain. Yes, he had rescued me, but he behaved like a fucking animal, and I hated that.

I itched my hair and closed my eyes lightly, trying my best to sleep. But, a weird distorted sound caught my hearing, and I jumped out of bed, only to see Aemilio standing right in front of me. A scream tore through my lips as panic filled me.

Aemilio moved quickly, clamping his hand down on my mouth. I tried to hit him with my hand, but he was so fucking intense. He used his other hand to pin my hands to my back before lowering me down on the bed. His eyes were so dark right now, and it caused my heart to skip a beat.

Was he trying to murder me?

"Stop moving, bitch," he snapped coldly.

How could he get angry at this moment? I was the one who should be mad since he was behaving like a tout. I don't care if I signed some invincible clause. No one had a right to scare me that way without considering how I would feel about it. It was so not fair.

Despite my inner turmoil, I stopped fighting him, and he let me go almost immediately. He took a step away from me, and I glared right at him. I had no idea if he could see it, though, thanks to how dark the room was.

"Why did you come to my room like this, Don?" I snapped.

He shoved me back, and my knee hit the bed, causing me to sit back on the bed with a thud. Gosh! The man was so weird!

"Evangelina, I told you this evening that I'm not your friend. You can't just tell me what you feel because you're emotional. I won't take it. The next time, I won't be so lenient with you," he said coldly.

"Then, you shouldn't come into my room like this. It's the middle of the night, and I need my privacy. Have you not heard of something like that before? You scared the life out of me." I took a deep breath to control my breathing, only to find that I was shaking like a leaf. "Don, I don't make it a mark to disrespect my superiors, but no one does things like this. It's not normal."

He chucked as though he found me funny, but I knew better. I was annoying him, but what could I do? Sit and watch him scare the daylights out of me anytime that he wanted? No, that was not happening.

I placed my hand on my thigh while itching it even more complex than ever. It was my only way to cope with the anxiety that I felt. My eyes never left his face, even for a moment, and I watched him laugh like the bastard he was.

"That was a good one," he said, and then, it was over.

He moved so fast to me, pulling my hair harshly backward. "Hey, girl, I told you in explicit terms that I would not tolerate any disrespect from you. If you don't like how I roll, then that's fine. You would have to be given as a whore to the other members of the clan. They would manage your body since you are curvy," he said quickly.

I flushed in horror at those words. Oh, God! I wish that I would be more careful with my words. Aemilio's temper was much worse than I had imagined, and he couldn't be sidelined. It was just facts.

"I'm sorry," I choked out.

He scoffed. "I don't hear you, bitch."

I swallowed harshly. "I'm sorry, Don," I roared, feeling as though my throat wanted to tear into shreds.

Aemilio peered into my eyes as though he could see the windows of my soul. It was just so scary, but I forced myself not to blink. Predators fed on fear, and I don't think I could allow him to see my weakness anymore. He finally let go of my hair, and I leaned forward, massaging the cranks.

"I swear you're making me lose my mind," he grumbled.

I couldn't look at him, but I wondered if he felt guilty for what he had done. Well, someone like him would not know what guilt meant.

"I don't maltreat women. Stay in your lane so I won't hurt you," he growled as he walked away.

"Evangelina," he called suddenly.

I looked up at him. "Yes, Don," I whispered.

I turned my gaze on him and noted he was combing his hair. "I came here to ask how you're faring handing my brother. He is a handful, but he can be very adorable when needed. Erico means so much to me. I know I have said so countless times, but it's important to let you know this fact. Are you following me?"

I nodded as I held my hands tightly around me.

"Use your words," he said.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm listening to everything you say, Don."

"So, did you treat him like the king he is?"

I thought back on what happened throughout the day. Erico had performed scary, weird stunts, but I had tried my best not to let it faze me. Maybe it could pass as treating him like a king. I wasn't so sure about it, but I could only hope that he wouldn't have any complaints about me when discussing my case with his brother.

"I did my best, Don," I managed.

Aemilio moved over to me quickly, using a hand to caress my cheeks. "That's what I wish to hear. You have to keep treating him well like the good girl that you are, and I would be quite generous with you. It's a promise that I can keep. But, if you aren't, then you will see the boogeyman," he snapped coldly as he retreated away from me.

I found myself shaking in his absence. "Why would someone keep issuing threats like it was water? What would he gain by it?" I whispered to myself.

Whatever the case, I had to be careful with these brothers for my good.