Mafia Daughter

Chapter 7: Cover Up

I walked slowly back up to our room when I opened to door I look up to see Jacob lying on the bed in black sweatpants and a black shirt with holes in it.

"Daisy," he says and looks up to me.

"Yes," I say and look down. My cheek still stings but I ignore it as I make my way over to the bed.

"What's that on you face," he asks as I climb into the bed. I quickly pull my hand up to my cheek. "I-I nothing," I say and look down.

"Did he hit you again," Jacob asks. He pulled his hand up to mine and pried it away so he could see my red cheek. "Um-I," I say in embarrassment because he begins to examine my face.

Finally he lets go and I move away from him. "I'll deal with him in the morning but I have meetings and need to get up early. You have dress fitting and other things as well. Sleep," He orders and turns away from me.

Then he looks back to me and smiles and before I could react or swat him away he kisses my cheek and turns away again.

***

I finally woke up to the sound of  someone shouting my name and the light blinding me. "Daisy time to wake up," a familiar voice says once more before I open my eyes.

Jacob is standing in front of me in a black suit and a blue tie with black dress shoes and a gold wrist watch.

"It's twelve in the afternoon," he growls and then some else's voice interrupts him.

"Come on sweetheart we must get moving."

"GAH!!" I shout and bolt up from my bed to see Mrs. Peep staring at me with her muddy brown eyes. I take in the sight of her.

Her dark green blouse and black pencil skirt and her gray hair is wrapped in another neat bun.

"Oh sorry honey did I startle you," she asks with the most innocent voice. "I-I um no. My apologies for how rude I was," I say and stumble out of bed. Jacob catches me and I look up to see his face.

He is upset and I don't know why.

"Daisy are you up yet," Clover asks poking her head into my room. She gaps for a good three seconds then covers her cheek.

"You both have bruises," Mrs. Peep says with annoyance. "I do hope you aren't hitting anyone Jacob," Mrs. Peep says accusingly.

"No Mrs. Peep he isn't. We-uh-um fell into each other yesterday when we were decorating and that's why we both have bruises," I lie.

"Oh. Sorry dear. Anyways I came here because I am going to be accompanying you both to find your wedding dresses," she says with glee. "So I've heard," Clover says and looks to me with an angry look.

"I'll be waiting downstairs then. You have fifteen minutes," Mrs. Peep informs us and then she exits my room with one last glance to Jacob.

"Clover leave now," Jacob orders and she pouts before closing our door and leaving.

"Um is there a problem Jacob," I ask. "Tell me who Wesley is," he says with jealous in his voice. "Oh my gosh! You're jealous right now? I don't even know you or him. He is just some guy that works here," I say.

"No he isn't. I don't have any one under the name of Wesley," he says with annoyance.

"But he said that... well he didn't actually say he worked here but he made it seem like--," I began but he cut me off.

"He worked here! Are you that ignorant," he asks "Father was speaking with him as if he worked here. I just assumed," I state but he cuts me off again.

"Daisy you aren't safe. Not when you are around us never trust anyone," he orders before storming out of the room.

I watch him go in disbelief. Don't trust anyone?! Yet he wants me to trust him?

I storm over to my suit-case snatch out my 'I'm too CUTE for YOU' stripped at the belly shirt and black skinny jeans before heading to the shower. ***

"Daisy," Jacob calls as I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself. "In here," I sigh and he walks in. Then he covers his eyes. "It would've been nice to know that you weren't presentable," he snaps before turning around.

"Aw and here I thought you were rude and not a gentleman," I tease and begin to dress. "I am not but I don't feel like seeing you like that at the moment. I am still upset with a lot of things; you included," he grumbles with his back still turned to me.

"I'm dressed now," I say and he turns around. "That is what you are wearing," he asks. "Look I said I would do that stupid bride crap I didn't say I was coming back here soon after. I need to go hang out with my friends," I say.

"No," he says and grabs a hair drier. "No what," I ask and let him blow dry my hair. "No you can't go. I didn't give you permission," he shrugs. "What are you my Father," I snap and move away from him.

He looks at me blinking in surprise. "No I am your fiancé," he says in shock and tries to get my hair again. I move away quickly and snatch the brush out of his hand. He shuts of the blow drier.

"Exactly that means you aren't my boss just someone who gives their opinion and I have a higher respect for it," I say and brush my hair furiously.

He glares at me before placing the blow drier on the counter and then returning his gaze back to me. "I've had the maids prepare you a small lunch before you leave. You have five minutes," he growls before slamming the door to the bathroom as he walks out.

I toss the hair brush onto the sink and yank the bathroom door open. He hurries out of the room and I hurry after him. "Jacob you can't just storm away again," I shout and rush down the stairs. "My house so yes I can," he replies.

Then we reached the kitchen. I had forgotten how white it looks and that the table was to the left because I whack right into it when I walk in.

"Ow," I whine and put my hand to my waist. Clover is sitting next to Sam and they both look at me in confusion. Jacob stops and looks back at me.

"Are you alright," he asks and walks back over to me. I put my other hand up to stop him. "I'm fine. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have hit into this stupid table," I snap and he laughs.

"Sorry," he chuckles.