Labyrinth of Desire

9 - Little Angelina

Angelina's POV

Leonardo comes back with a small plastic box in his hand.

"This has a disinfectant wipe and the bandage for your arm in it. You can do it here; throw the box away when you're done," he tells me, shoving the box into my chest, forcing me back a bit.

I catch the box on my chest, and my hand grazes his briefly before he removes it.

To say I didn't have butterflies in my stomach would be a complete lie.

I roll my eyes at his actions but thank him nonetheless, the heat from his touch still lingering over my hand.

I turn my back to him and head to the medical bed, assuming he left.

I lift my sleeve, exposing my injury to the cool air surrounding the room.

I clean my arm and try to wrap the bandage around it, but fail miserably.

After a fourth attempt, I give up and decide to look around for a band-aid large enough to cover the wound.

As soon as I reach to open one of the cabinets above me, I hear the clearing of a throat.

I jump and turn around to see that Leonardo is still standing in the same place as before, except now he is leaning against the wall next to him, facing me, with his arms crossed.

"I thought you left," I tell him, holding my chest trying to calm my heart rate.

"Why the fuck would I leave you unattended in my house? For all I knew, you could be undercover working for one of my enemies, trying to kill me." I raise my eyebrows in surprise at his harsh tone and blunt assumption.

Paranoid much?

"Look, I understand where you're coming from, but I wasn't trying to kill you." Not yet. My subconscious tells me.

"I didn't ask to be here, and I didn't ask my brothers to leave me here alone with you," I emphasize the fact that my brothers brought me here.

"You don't need to be a bitch about it, Leonardo. If it's such a problem, I'll go back to my place and sort my shit out," I snap at him, the butterflies leaving my stomach as fast as they came.

"Leo," he says
"What?"
"Don't call me Leonardo, call me Leo," he tells me in a serious tone.

"Okay then, Leo, I shall be making my way to the exit now if you don't mind me," I try getting past him to the door.

He grabs my arm in an attempt to stop me from leaving, and I wince when he tightly holds onto my arm, right over the gunshot wound.

"Fuck," he says under his breath, letting my arm go.

"Yeah, fuck you," I say and head for the door once again.

Only this time he steps in front of the door, completely blocking my way with his big-ass body.

"Listen to me, little Angelina, my patience with you is running very thin, and I can't let you leave or Alessio will try to kill me," he glares down at me.

I HOPE YOUR PATIENCE RUNS TO FUCKING CHINA. My thoughts get the best of my mind again.

"Don't fucking call me little Angelina," I say, glaring back at him.

The name reminds me of my time in Russia when Nikita and his men would call me little Angelina like it was my first and last name.

When they taunted me and hurt me for their entertainment, they would belittle me and abuse me like I was their toy.