Bounded To You

Home

For some people home is considered a building with walls and a room, for other's home is a place you and your family spend most of your lives in. I never had a place to call home, I never had a family. The more I thought about it the more I resented my dad. We have been driving for the past twenty minutes and my mind feels like it's racing with the car. "Where exactly are we going Ricardo?" I spoke up during the quiet ride. "Dante's house, Anebela" he replied, I really hope we are safe there, I don't want to run away again, I heard gunshots back at the estate, I actually hope Dante is okay for once. 

We eventually stopped at a large black gate. A man came towards the car, he spoke to Ricardo first, in Italian as I watched Ricardo pull out a card, giving it to the security. The security shot up a look at me and carried on talking to Ricardo. I mean, you would think they would make it less obvious, that they are talking about me but no. I ignored the men trying to look beyond the black gate to see where Dante resides. We are literally in the middle of nowhere, which should be safe enough, right? The car started, notifying me that we are on the move, as the gate opened. We made our way through the long driveway, I could see in the distance a mansion, but my eyes lingered on the beautiful trees and flower gardens around the plot. The car came to a stop, I got hit in the face with this huge mansion, and random people standing around, who I assume work in the house for Dante. "Finally, home sweet home " Ricardo breathed a sigh of relief. I climbed out the car in awe, Calling this a house would be insulting.  The mansion was too much for one person, in my opinion. Ricardo and I made our way into the lovely house. We got greeted as we walked in and I got weird looks but who cares? 

"So this is your room  Anebela" Ricardo stated while fixing his collar and looking into the large body mirror against the wall. "Make yourself at home. If you need anything you are more than welcome to ask the maids. Dante's room is just across , but he won't be back until later, so be here and get comfortable. We do have security but incase of an emergency there's a phone in the kitchen but don't be stupid because if you try and run or call the police, Dante will kill you, understood?" He asked while looking at me in all seriousness'. "Understood" I told him.  He left my room in a hurry and left me with tons of questions, and no answers. My father is probably on a man hunt trying to look for me, the russians are also looking for me and i have no idea why. And all i'm doing is enjoying the luxurious lifestyle dirty money can buy. It's not the worst thing to be under Dante's protection, it definitely comes with its perks, but I know I cannot live here my whole life for free. Eventually Dante is going to kill my father, and hopefully let me live my life. He is not a complete dick from what I heard today. There's just something between us, that I can't seem to suppress. 

After pacing back and forth for what seems to be hours, I decided a nice hot shower is needed. I hopped into the steamy shower, letting the water fall all over me, washing my hair and body in the process. At this point i'm wondering if Dantes even going to come home. It's around 12pm already and there's no sign of any movement. I put on my cute little PJs and went into the hallway. It was so silent , as i shut my door behind me and looked across the hallway, i saw Dante's room. I wonder how it looks in there, and i'm pretty sure he has skeletons in his closet. A part of me desperately  wants to go in there to calm my curiosity. Fuck it, I might as well do it,to  the russians might try to kill me again, than i won't be able to do it anyway. I made my way over to his bedroom door casually, looking around to see if anyone was looking. I turned the cold knob, and stepped inside. His room looked very neat and plain. The black curtains looked aesthetically pleasing, against the dark grey walls. His black and white bedding is silky smooth giving a rich feel to the room. I looked around seeing papers on his desk and a bottle of expensive whiskey. I went into the bathroom out of curiosity, his scent lingered in the air, probably due to the expensive body washes and perfumes he has laying around. It must be nice to be able to afford these kinds of things. I inhaled a deep breath in and continued to spy around. I poured myself a taste of the expensive whiskey, giving the glass a nice whirl and gulping it down in one shot. What a beautiful bottle of whiskey, i can taste the money that was wasted to buy it and its a hundred per cent worth it. Time to get serious, I have no idea what i'm looking for but i know i want to find something, anything. I examined under his bed, in between the mattress and i couldn't find anything besides a gun under his pillow. Atleast I know it's there, in case of an emergency.  I finally got to his desk, I opened the cupboards and found nothing but files, it looks boring honestly. Grabbing one of the files out and plopping it on the table, i opened it while my hand held the glass I'm sipping from. I see some pictures of my dad and his dad, it's like the file contains the whole feud between them. I skipped a few pages and found more pictures, this time not of our dads but an older women. I tried to see the name of this stranger because the pictures were recently taken, Maria Silva. The files on her basically show she's been running from Jose Costa for about 14 years now. Now why would Dante be after an older woman, I stood there trying to think of possible reasons. The woman has basically been running all her life and it looks like she's reached out to Dante for help or protection from the Portugues. I skimmed through her information lightly, she has no family and apparently gave her daughter up for adoption, which probably sucks for the daughter, and I can relate. Before I could carry on reading, I heard a car outside, followed by the sound of Dante and Ricardo laughing. Fuck, his home and I'm in his bedroom. I put the file back into its place and rinsed the cup with water from the bathroom sink. As I made my way closer to the bedroom door to try and escape, I heard voices making their way to his bedroom. Fuck, I need to hide and I need to do it quickly. I paced around the room looking for a quick escape, but my only hope was under the bed or in the bathroom and hope he doesn't come in here. The bathroom it is. I stood behind the wall, covering my mouth, to be as silent as possible. The door opened and it there's more than one voice coming from it. "Non posso credere che tu l'abbia ucciso come quel capo" Ricardo spoke up in Italian, startling me "I told you I don't play around" he said taking a pause" Get me a drink, do you think Anebela is still awake?" He asked Ricardo "No dom, i think she went to bed, why? " Ricardo asked him. "Get me a line Ricardo, and I need sex, can't you organise Catherine for me?" After hearing that, my entire being got the ick, ew, his going to fuck someone else after flirting with me like i'm a cheap bimbo. Ricardo laughed out loud, "you fucking idiota! , I'm asking you about Anebela, like what is the story with her capo?" he continued to giggle a bit. "Well, I need her on my side, but i don't trust her. It's usually the ones with a pretty face that deceives you the hardest." gosh the way he goes on as if everyone wants to hurt him, i rolled my eye's at his statement. "Kathrine is on her way capo" Ricardo mentioned "good now lets get fucked"  Dante replied. His so paranoid all the time and his drug use is also concerning, not to mention the fact that he doesn't trust me. "Ricardo before i forget i need to schedule a meeting with Maria, for tomorrow late afternoon" Dante said "No problemo boss, Are you ever going to tell Anebela though?" Ricardo asked aloud. Tell me what i thought to myself  "Maria definitely wants to meet her but i know for a fact if Anebela ever finds out, she's going to lose it" What does he mean find out? now i'm officially curious. The men were moving around probably doing cocaine. "That's weird Ricardo, why did u wash my glass? the water is going to stain the wooden table" My eyes shot up, o fuck, they are definitely going to find me here. I waited for Ricardo response, hoping he wouldn't think twice about this.  If they find out i was snooping they will obliterate me off the face of the world. All I know is they are hiding something big from me and as much as I want to trust Dante, I won't. He is incredibly good looking but his right, it's usually the ones with the pretty eyes and broken souls that decieve you the most. Two can play this game.