Mr.Valentino

3: On The Run

I woke up alone and cold. Everything from last night played in my head over and over again so i just laid there over analyzing the situation. After watching it in my head so many times I just leaned over and threw up in my mini garbage can. I fell off the bed trying to get closer to the can so I didn't have much to clean up. After ten solid minutes I stopped and I could focus again. I sat up, leaning against the bed thinking What the fuck.

I eventually got up off the floor taking the trash can with me so I can clean it out. When I opened the bedroom door the smell of food hit me. I walk into the kitchen to find an unfamiliar man cooking with his back turned towards me, I quietly set the trash can down and moved to grab a knife from the island.

"Whoa Bella theres is no need for the hostility, Hes just the cook" Luciano snuck up behind me, he said some words in Italian and the man turned around and waved. I did a half awkward wave and put the knife back. I grabbed the small trash can and moved over to the bigger can, pulling out the bag in both cans so they can be taken outside to the garbage. 

"I can take it-" He went to grab the bag from me and something in me snapped.

"I'm capable of doing it," He looked taken back but he just took a step back from me, I mumbled a sorry as i moved passed him to the front door. 

"Bella" He yelled after me, I rolled my eyes at the nickname he gave me.

"My name is Alex" 

"Okay, Alex." His voice changed to hostel quickly, "You might want to put pants on" He scrunched his nose and turned around to walk away. I could feel my face heat up as I looked down and noticed I was only in a tank top and underwear, even my nips were poking through. I dropped the bag and crossed my arms. I quickly ran back to my room and closed the door. I leaned against the closed door cursing myself. I quickly found leggings and a zip up PINK hoodie and slippers. I slipped out of my room, Luciano didn't even glance in my direction as I left. 

Once I closed the apartment door I let out a huge sigh and started to do what I intended in the first place, take out the trash. After I closed the dumpster I noticed a man staring at me from his car, I tried not to make eye contact, but I was curious, Then a black van pulled up in front of my building. Everything was in slow motion, the secret man, the black van. Some men jumped out of the van and tried to grab me. I screamed and kicked harder then I ever thought I would fight in my life. Then there was nothing, nothing except four dead bodies laying around me and one towering over me. This man was huge, at least 6'4 and super tan. I couldn't see much since the sun was shining in my eyes. He put his gun away and held his hand out for me to grab. I stared up at him, he shrugged and took his hand back. 

Luciano a bit to late was running out the back door rushing to where I was on the ground. "You, terrible protector" The mans accent was strongly Italian, his English wasn't very good. Luciano yelled something at him in Italian and pointed at the bodies. The man snapped his fingers and three other men stepped out, they started to grab the bodies and throw then in the van they came out of. Luciano picked me up and started to take me back inside, I looked back one last time at the tall man, he smirked and tipped his hat.  

Luciano practically dragged me up to my apartment, when he go in, he locked the door then went into my room throwing all my clothes onto the bed and anything i might need.

"Dude, what the fuck!" I snatched the shirt he had in his hand away, he turned towards me , is face was red and his eyes looked dangerous. 

"We have to go. NOW" The tone in voice made me flinch a bit but I stood my ground. I folded my arms across my chest as he moved onto my shoes. He yelled at the cook to leave immediately and take the front way.