The Mafia's Princess

Chapter 20 ~ Better Late than Never

A/N at the end that you should read but until then...ENJOY:

oops sorry just had to mention - seriously unedited! I know I don't really edit anyway but I was pretty brain dead when I wrote bits of this -.-

ENJOY (for real this time)

Fun fact: Hector was a touchy-feely sort of sleeper. After years of enduring this I had adapted and learnt to ward off his wandering hands and feet with a pillow in my sleep. Hector always had cold fingers and toes, it was actually quite creepy because even if it was boiling hot outside his fingers would still feel cold. Anyway it usually didn’t affect him until he was asleep and then his fingers would seek out warm spots it was kinda like he had alien-syndrome (it’s actually a real thing).

I was that warm spot. Sometime during the night I had somehow rolled all the way to the edge of the bed to get away from him. As usual I was having my memory nightmare. It seemed like every time I was making progress to healing and learning to live again that stupid nightmare would come along to remind me that I didn’t deserve to be happy. My breathing became constricted and my hands felt slick with blood. I watched wide eyed as my beautiful mum reached her hand out to touch me one last time. It hadn’t actually happened but the nightmare liked to exaggerate certain parts to punish me more. I watched in silent agony as she reached toward me and her fingers – as cold as death - touched my ribs.

I jumped in shock as the all too real cold fingers pressed against my skin. I jolted away from the searching hand as my mind tried to decide if I was asleep or awake. Unfortunately that had me landing heavily on the floor with a loud thump. I groaned and pressed my face into the carpet as I tried to shake off my groggy sleep and understand what just happened. I stretched out on the floor trying to get rid of the ache in my limbs and pushed my wild hair out of my face.

I stagger to my feet and look down at a ‘sleeping’ Hector, his hand stretched out to my side of the bed. “Don’t worry I’m fine” I grumble sarcastically, putting my pillow back onto his bed. He mumbled something incoherent trying to pretend to be asleep. No mafia member, not even quirky Hector could sleep through a suspicious thump like that. “I know you’re awake you idiot” I growl shuffling away from the bed and towards his bathroom.

“Siren’s an idiot” Hector mumbled in his ‘sleep’. It was too early in the morning for me to be violent so I had to settle for glaring angrily in his direction as I headed for a shower. In my grumpy state I also wanted to go back in time and punch past-me in the face for being too lazy to shower last night and making me do it now. I let the hot water ease all my tensed muscles and lazily hopped out 5 minutes later. I wrapped a large towel around me and stuck my head out to look for Hector.

He lay in his bed where I left him, except now he was playing on his phone. “Hector” I waited until I had his full attention. “Can I borrow some more clothes? Just so I can walk up to my room and get my own”. Before I had even finished he had turned back to his phone

“Nope” He replied easily

“Why not?!” I snapped

“Because. Where’s the clothes I let you sleep in?” he asked instead

“In the laundry bin” I answered, trying to be patient.

“Just put that on” He said with a carefree shrug

“Hector stop being stingy! I’m all clean now and don’t want to put on dirty clothes” I sounded whiny to my own ears but Hector started it by being difficult about this.

“You don’t have much choice now do you?” He looks over quickly to shoot me a smirk.

“I guess I’ll just wander through the house in a towel then” I challenged. Hector’s smirk quickly disappeared but he didn’t answer me, silently calling my bluff. “Passed all the clients Nora no doubt has here, passed the guards all over the place, all the people who may have stayed the night not to mention the women who are most likely here already cleaning the house.” I was now the one smirking and Hector was groaning as he rolled off the bed and stumbled towards his closet.