Kidnapped by the mafia

CHAPTER 22: Cuddling

VIOLET'S POV

Once we were back at the mansion, I instantly headed towards my room. I was so tired, and the heels were killing my feet.

"Violet!" Tracy yelled.

"Later Tracy!" I yelled back running towards the room.

She wasn't the one that fought with a girl, while wearing a gown and heels.

I smirked internally as I thought about that bimbo. She deserved it actually. I always dream about hitting my bullies. She Doosan have the right to call me ugly.

I stripped out of the gown and threw the heels away. I entered the bathroom and turned the water cold. I hopped inside and relaxed under the cold water. I massage my scalp and relaxed. Finally!

It was a long night, but seriously? I had fun
With everything that happened, except when detective John's showed up. That was a tense moment and I am relieved that Vincenzo didn't let me encounter him.

I would never say anything about Vincenzo and his business.

Once I did my hair, and soaped my body, I got out the shower and out the bathrobe around my body. I could smell the scent of flowers and I was content.

I dried my hair a bit and brushed my teeth. I smiled at the mirror. I looked good even without my make up.

I left the bathroom and excited into the dark room. I sighed, because I forgot to switch on the light. There was barely some light coming from the bathroom.

"You smell divine." Someone whispered and I jumped as the intruder of his hand around my waist.

"W–when d–did you come in here?" I asked Vincenzo as he rested his face in my neck.

"Doesn't matter." He mumbled placing kissed on my shoulder and neck.

I shut my mouth tightly as I have him better access to my neck. His hand on my waist tightened.

"You know what that fight did to me?" He whispered in a low tone, that sent shivers all over my body.

"Vincenzo." I said trying to advert his attention, but all it did was making him more tense.

"Don't. Don't say my name like that." He whispered darkly and I was afraid and excited of what was going to happen.

He suddenly turned me around and we were now face to face, his hand still firm on my waist. The bathroom light was lighting his face a bit. I could see his sharp jaw clenching as he gaze into my eyes.

He came closer to my face as his minty breath hit my face. He kept inching closer and I slowly closed my eyes, anticipating the kiss.

Was he going to kiss me?

I could feel his lips so close to mine. They were barely touching, she we were pulled apart by a knock. I jumped back tightening the bathrobe around my body.

Vincenzo cursed and stormed towards the door.

"What?" He boomed. There was a pause of sinn silence. After a few seconds I heard Gio saying something I couldn't catch, because I was busy blushing in the dark.

"I will be right there. Prepare the cars." Vincenzo's voice was dangerous and I knew that there was something wrong.

"Are you leaving?" I asked.

"I will be back soon." He promised putting his suite jacket back on.

"Okay." I said entering the walk in closet.

"Don't wait for me. Sleep and get some rest." He said and soon after I heard the door of the room closing.

I sighed and got dressed in my comfy pj's. Once I was done, I exited the room and gasped when I saw a smiling Tracy.

"Hi?" I said rolling my eyes.

"Bitch! I heard you got into a fight!" She yelled squealing.

"Yeah. Some bimbo called me ugly." I smirked sitting on the bed next to her.

"So what happened?" She asked.

"Well after she said I was ugly and smirked when she saw me I felt my blood boil and jumped on her. I punched her and started pulling her hair. I felt at ease after that." I laughed and she beamed at me.

"That's my girl." She jumped on me and hugged me tightly.

"Yeah yeah, now come on I am tired." I said throwing her off me.

"You are so mean V!" She grumbled exiting the room.

I giggled once she closed the door with a band. I knew she can't stay mad at me forever. She is my sister, although not by blood.

I snuggled into the bed sheets and drifted off to sleep.

~♡~

I felt something tickling my nose. I was still too tired to get up from my dear sleep.

"Go away." I mumbled.

"You know they are both cute, we shouldn't wake them up yet." I heard a voice said.

"I am hungry. Greta said no food before the boss is awake. So we have 2 options: 1 – wake him up and eat, 2 – wake him up and face his wrath." Another voice said.

"They are not walking up." A third feminine voice whined.

"Okay on my count."

"Wait! I think we should think about it more." Maybe you should, I thought.

"1—"

"I am out of this." I heard Erico mumbling.

"2—" Gio continued.

"Do it already."   I knew the voice as Paolo's.

"Stop fucking interrupting me so we can do it already." Go yelled back.

"Oh for God's sake!" Tracy yelled and seconds later both Vincenzo and I jolted up from the cold water that now soaked the mattress.

"Bitch!" I screamed at my best friend, that was holding a bucket, now empty of water.

"Finally." She muttered.

"You are so dead." Vincenzo growled, until we both realized what is happening.

I was in Vincenzo's arms, in the same bed and we slept together.

Cuddling.

Shit.

I blushed deeply and stood up slowly. Vincenzo suddenly got up to and walked towards me shielding me from the boys gazes. I looked at him confused, unti I realized what I was wearing.

I was wearing my short shorts, with one of Vincenzo's shirts.

This is so embarrassed to look at him as I entered the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Then I entered the walk in closet and changed my clothes, into my favorite pair of jeans and a tank top. I put on my shoes and left the room.

Vincenzo was already out, but I could still smell his scent. With a last look at myself, I felt the room and headed towards the dinning room, where chatters were heard.

I smiled to myself and entered, then I sat next to Vincenzo. He instantly took my hand in his as he kept on the talking with Gio.

I was definitely falling for Vincenzo.

I wanted to take my hand from his, but he tightened his hold on it. I looked at Tracy's smirk and rolled my eyes.

She knew very well what I was feeling ever without me saying anything. The moment we shared yesterday was still replaying in my head. I couldn't stop thinking about it.