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

Chapter 32: Cold Murder

EVANGELINA

I sat down beside the maids as they worked hard to prepare Aemelio's favorite food strawberry pudding and rice. They bantered among themselves as they worked. I tried hard to focus on what they were saying because they gave me the most joy. They were the only reason I had not jumped off a cliff.

"Evangelina," Boney called.

My head to the woman who was making the rice. She had a pensive expression on, and I wondered what could be the issue. It was a bit rare to see someone upset over something in the kitchen.

I straightened up on the counter. "Yes, Boney, tell me what you have in your mind," I encouraged.

She shrugged as she placed a handful of rice near the fire using her hands. She sighed as she retreated her hands a bit before putting it back. The process was weird, and I hated the fact that she would have to be in pain before being able to feed Aemelio. It was not right, but there was nothing that could be done to change things up.

Boney was still finding it difficult to say whatever she had in mind. She suddenly placed the rice back on the tray, and I noticed that it formed some sort of circle. She whispered something to the other woman, and finally rose to her feet, going over to meet me.

Her hands touched mine calmly. "I know that I shouldn't be talking about this because most of the walls are filled with spies, but I can't help myself in this situation. When I see you, I get worried about you," she mumbled.

I smiled sadly at her. "There is no need to be worried. I'm fine," I lied smoothly.

She shook her head. "That's a lie, Evangelina and you know it. I saw how you were treated at that party. And, it breaks my heart knowing that you just have to act like nothing happened to you. You're a fine, young lady, you don't need to handle all that."

I flushed as I looked towards the door.  Fear burned into my soul as I thought of the guards spying on me. Bruno had been weird at that party too, and I couldn't forget that he repeatedly informed a stranger about me. If he saw the opportunity to make my life miserable, he would take it.

"Stop worrying," Boney soothed. "It's just the maids who are here. You can feel free to express yourself as you please."

I looked back at her, my hands seeking hers. "You're right. I don't have the best day staying here, and pretending that all is well. I'm so scared most of the time that something will happen and I might die. But, I couldn't leave this place because Don had given me strict rules that I had to abide by. I don't know how long it would take. "

Boney frowned as she squeezed my hand. "I understand your fear though I'm just a cook in this mansion."

I smiled sadly. I doubt anyone could when your room is adjacent to a crazy soul.

"But," Boney said as she pulled me away from my thoughts. "You need to find the will to live again. It's the only way you can find true happiness while living in this sort of place. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

I nodded absently.

Boney sighed. "That's good. But, there is something that I have to tell you. Don't be angry or anything, but it's what I have observed while watching from a distance."

I furrowed my brow at her. "What do you mean?" 

This time, she looked at the maids, and they nodded at her. It was evident that not just her, but the whole cooks were thinking about this thing. She slowly untangled her hands from mine and placed them on the counter.

"Well, I sometimes watch the boss go about his duties and since I became the cook, I have never seen him behave with anyone like he had done for you," she whispered.

I rolled my eyes. "That means, he hates me more than every other person in this pack."

She shook her head quickly. "That's not what I was trying to say."

I frowned lightly. "Then, what's your point?"

She sighed as she turned to me. "Look, the Don has never shot his guest for anyone before. If he ever became vengeful for someone, he could need to recover some goods that had been taken from that person.  But, he is not also malicious to any of us. We fear him, but he has never gone out of his way to be mean to any of us, except the ones who deserved all his anger."

"Then, you don't know him," I whispered as tears slid through my eyes.

Boney sighed once more in frustration. "I know you don't believe me. But, I think the boss likes you. He has a weird way of showing it, but the affection is there. It's something that may never change, no matter how cold he acts when you step into the room, "she whined.

I was messed up beyond words, but this thing spewing out of Boney's lips was the most absurd thing that I have heard in a long while, and I have listened to so many of those words.

Slowly, I stepped away from the counter, with Boney staring at me in shock. "You don't know what you're saying, Boney. The Don doesn't like me, and I don't wish my worst enemy to be in this sort of situation," I whispered as I turned around and fled the kitchen.

I had no idea how fast I was running or where I was headed. I just had to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. The lift loomed in the distance and I quickened my pace as I ran even more.

At the front of the lift, I raised my hands up to press the button, only for it to slide open on its own. Taking a step back, I noticed that it was none other than Aemelio standing right there in a black shirt and loose pants.

I mentally tried to make my lips move, but nothing could come out. Aemelio took a step towards me. "Did you plan to crash into me like you've watched in the movies? I see that you're quite shameless that despite how cold I treat you, you still imagine that I'd have your time, and...."

"Please, I was just heading to my room, Don. I don't have any business feeling such useless emotions," I grumbled.

His eyes flashed at me angrily. I watched as he lifted a finger in front of my face before he pulled it back down harshly. "I can't waste my time on you, Evangelina. I have more important things to do. So, indulge yourself by lying to yourself about what you really feel about me."

I glared at him. "I don't need to lie to myself, Don. I know exactly what I feel for you, and that is never going to change." I spat out.

Aemelio glared at me, but I made myself not feel the harshness he was exuding. I had to be strong. It was the only way to be able to live in this mansion.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, and he mumbled, "I will see you later," before walking off.

And, I would see you never.

I tapped the lift and calmly went in. The chill was slowly seeping into my veins and I tried hard not to cry, but still, the tears rolled down my cheeks. I just can't understand him.

Normally, Aemelio wouldn't have let me speak to him in such a manner, but he didn't seem to stop me. If he was like this, then why did he bring me so much pain? I just didn't get it.

"I have to stop thinking about him and focus on staying away from him. This house is already too big, and I'm sure that I could be able to pull it off," I whispered to myself.

Cleaning off the tears, I watched the lift open and hoped that Erico wasn't in my room. I couldn't stand him the most, and the thought of killing him was at an all-time high. How hard would it be to dive a sword into his chest?

Erico was the worst thing, and his deceitful nature was the reason I and Aemelio mostly had issues. The man wouldn't believe that his brother wasn't so naive, but a damn monster!

With a sigh, I stepped out of the lift and moved through the lone hall to my room. I sucked in a breath as my fingers moved around the knob. Fuck it!

I turned the knob then and stepped into my room. The first thing I heard were screams. I was about to go to the adjacent room, but I stalled in my tracks. The sound wasn't coming from there, but...Slowly, I moved to the mirror and I noticed that Aemelio was standing over a dead body with a gun in his hand. A shiver rocked through my soul as I realized that this could be me one day if I didn't learn to keep my mouth shut.