𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

Here goes nothing

With the air conditioner blowing the Siberian winds, which might I tell you nearly froze me, not kidding, when I tell you never. Never sleep the way I did. That is, pillowless, an alienating abnormal position, cranked neck and legs splayed as if they were broken, with the addition of no sense of time. My neck and shoulders were sore, they needed medicines now or probably numbing creams, of which I am unaware to be honest, because I can't move them a precisely certain way. It's all good when I move it right but trust me when I say it doesn't allow me to look at my left. I need a massage appointment for the entire day. An oomph sounds in the room as I try to find my phone under the pillows but where I find it eventually, is itself wedged between the adjustable seat. We can tilt it to angles as much as we like, that is, up to 180 degrees.

Gathering and tidying the place I leave the room, making sure no electricity goes to waste in case I forget to turn anything off. One look at it and then my next step brought heat and sweat within minutes as I crossed the corridor space to head to my bedroom. It was the equivalent of fighting a battle, trying to see around the space, tip-toeing making sure I didn't run into a certain brooding but sexy, daunting, and annoyingly handsome man.My room was in sight so I sped up but luck hadn't been on my side since day one because I hit straight into the tower of the guy's back. Which is broad and incredibly muscled. The hit did nothing to him, unlike my idiot of a self. Stupid and absolutely foolish. The kind that gets mama's scolding and a chankla targeted to their heads. My entire self shook, the head was already in the wrong place but now it was throbbing. Hissing in pain because I accidentally pulled it the wrong way. A brow rose in question but I defiantly found my way to the room, not yet ready to acknowledge the man in front, and slammed the door shut.
The door shook but so did I. Welcoming this man's rage wasn't exactly at the top of my to do list.
Rosa: 1
Dante: 0

After getting back I picked out some clothes. Oh yes, the clothes? Well ever since I've been here, which ofcourse Dante told me not long ago. He had everything arranged. He said, his words, he needed to "tame" me. Make sure I don't just spew everything to anyone who shouldn't know the daughters of Salvatore still exist. Yes, My dad's Salvatore. My mom, her name is closer to Eleanor's, Elia. I've come to terms with the point that the life before and after us being here are two different worlds. There's no way we can go back to being normal people. We went from almost non-existent to finding out our parents were almost the monarchs in Don's family. Dante's dad, Antonio Maroni. The name of cruelty and deadly sins. Dante is powerful, he's not sinless, but being hostile to your own blood and family is an entirely different aspect for sure. It may be common in the illegal part of the world and people may not acknowledge it in our older ones just as much. But one can escape it in norms, one cannot if they were bearing the heir to the throne of the Sicilian family. Dante's mamma, Ceilia was a darling. Perhaps much like my own mother as Dante told me. Anyways, there's no time to dwell on past times we must look forward and move with the present. As of now, my major concern is why we stopped the training that I was supposed to attend and practice thus learning from. I will ask about it the moment we come to terms with our current situation. For now, I'll run myself the hottest bath of the century in an attempt to loosen the muscles in my back and neck to rid of the painful pinches I'm a constant victim of.

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The pain went nowhere but it somehow did lessen a bit. I'll ask the maids for a hot pack, and see if I can find a cooler place where I shall sit ladylike for the sake of my posture and the comfort of my body. Then I will use the hot packs, yes. The hot summers in Italy are unbearable.

I wadded my way to the kitchen in a stiff, feeling burden more than a body. It took a while to find someone who wasn't spending time polishing already utterly clean furniture, and glassware or someone who wasn't scrutinizing prepared dishes for absolute perfection in the cuisine. When I did find one however, she looked weary and even when she insisted she would bring the hot pack to me, I told her I'd feel like a menace if I couldn't even heat the gel pack myself.

As I read the instructions at the back of the pack a certain presence invaded the kitchen air when I'd just turned on the button to start heating. I awkwardly cranked my neck to spy on his doings. Unsuccessful as it was, I took it, it was rather better to tend to my matters than to pry on that of others. When the machine beeped to a stop, I opened a shirt I'd brought downstairs with me since the gel pack was supposed to have a clothed layer over it to be used. Some packs are already made for immediate use but this one had to be bundled in a sheet of cloth or two. So I huddled the gel pack, cushioning it strapped to my neck. As I was about to leave, an almost humanly brick wall stood before me clad in tailored suit and tie. Blocking my way and consuming every particle of air with his presence. "Excuse me", I sided but was blocked by his steps following my movement. A 'what is wrong with you' expression stuck to my face, outrightly dismissed by Dante.
"What happened?", he inquired, jaw ticking in my aversion to answer him, which he is not at all fond of, not experiencing certain aspects definitely taint you in that way.
"Nothing you must concern yourself with. Now, if you may", I moved my hand in the air while patting his arm gently, in an attempt to find my way back to peaceful quiet obviously denied to me ever since I landed my feet in this monstrous, daunting mansion.
"Rosa-"
"You're not leaving until you answer me."
I throw my hands up in the air losing the heating pack. It landed somewhere on the ground nearby.
"Okay well murder your air conditioning for straining my neck muscles or whatever. Now please, move aside."
A breath of frustration escapes and then my eyes land on the heating pad. It's burning hot and no. It did NOT in fact land anywhere on the ground but on Dante's naked feet.
I drop to my knees picking up the pack from my shirt, "I'm sorry", I touch the his delicate red hot skin that was irritated, now in wrinkly whites paired with blotchy red. He should apply an ointment on it.
I lifted my face to see his eyes from ground level, "I'll ask Natasha for quench. I applied it whenever I got burns from cooking, works well."
As I finish I realize I am face to face with his...abdomen. Gulping in pure shame I duck from under Dante's dark sharp gaze over me & scramble to the lounge.