My Boyfriend's in the Mafia

Chapter Five: The Most Dangerous Man in the World

Chapter Five

Drew’s POV                        

        When I opened my front door earlier, it was so dark I couldn’t even see Derek’s face. But when I introduced them to Lissa, my blood ran cold at the sight of his face. I couldn’t think straight because I was terrified that this man was in my house. I could only repeat the same thing in my head, over and over again. Derek Abernathy. “Derek,” Annabell quickly said when she thought I blanked on his name. “Derek…” I tried to pronounce. But it came out only a whisper.

        When I took Annabell down to the wine cellar, I was scared for her life. But I had to tell her. It was only right, and she shouldn't have to mess up her life like this - it was too unexpected. I had to do it, so I finally came out and said it.

Annabell’s POV

        He looked at me and slowly said, “Annabell, Derek is the leader of the Italian mafia. He’s the most dangerous man in the world.”

        A feeling of panic rushed through me. Derek is the most dangerous man in the world. I thought about the past week. The way Derek’s smile reached his eyes, and his kind, loving voice. No, it couldn't be; I refused to think that way. But damned be the little voice in my head for making me see reason.

        Well, wait a minute, Annabell; you've only known this man for a couple of weeks. I thought back to the first time I met Derek. He was so kind, a little sarcastic. His eyes were so warm. Then tonight when he picked me up, his warm breath on my ear made me feel so alive. I never would have guessed. I was so stupid for not asking what he did for a living. I was so stupid! It seemed like such a dream - no, a nightmare - and I had to keep reminding myself that it wasn't a dream. This was reality. This was a cold, hard reality, and I’m in danger.

        Annabell, you are in danger!

        Drew walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. “Annabell, I know this is a lot to take in, but you have to try and pretend like you don’t know. He can never find out that I told you. After tonight, distance yourself slowly until you can tell him that you just aren’t meant to be, do you understand?”  Drew tried to snap me out of my daze, but I couldn't hear because I was breathing too heavily.

        I just couldn’t help myself. I had a panic attack, asking questions. “Drew, what's going to happen to me? I am going to die?” I was breathing heavily and I was starting to feel a little light-headed. I came to another realization. “Drew, is he just using me like I’m a toy...?” I trailed off, waiting for Drew’s response. No, I couldn’t let that happen; not after Otis. I wouldn't let that happen to myself. But what if he killed me before I even got the chance? All of the worst case scenarios rushed through my mind, no filter to stop me from thinking the most gruesome of possibilities.

        “Annabell,” Drew said sternly, tapping my face as if to slap me, “get a hold of yourself! I mean I don't blame you for thinking this way, but seriously!”

        “Drew,” I said worriedly, “I’m forced to pretend to be attracted to him whether I like it or not. If I ever try to leave, he might kill me.” I felt like I was going to be sick.

        Just as I said this, I heard footsteps coming down the cellar stairs.

Derek’s POV

        At least six minutes went by of sitting and listening to Larissa’s nasal-voiced friends sit, gossip, and ask me about what I look for in girls, but it felt like eternity. I felt like I wasn’t welcome in the group of Larissa’s friend’s husbands, so I didn’t even go over there to introduce myself. Those men might’ve thought I was gay, but I could tell that the men were just as judgmental as their wives.