The Italian Mafia

Chapter 6

∞Emma's POV∞

I touched my sore neck. Today's work had been rough, and I was so tired. All I wanted was a warm shower to loosen up my tense muscles. Though the boss still hadn't dropped any soap off, and I felt bad for borrowing and thereby bothering Nina. I also weren't in a talking mood with her since I was the teeniest bit mad at her. She didn't tell anybody that I was missing, which ended up in me being the boss' girlfriend in front of everybody.

Not that I had actually hated it that much. Or well, he was forcefully scaring and that was definitely the reason I had played along, but for some reason, his arm strongly around me, hadn't made me feel half as bad as I would've thought it would. He completely ruined everything when he scared me afterwards with the interrogation, though. I had now realized I would never get out of here. I hadn't screamed for help when I had the opportunity, and now I was doomed here. Except if the police showed up again. Then I would definitely speak up. Wouldn't I?

I decided to take a nap while waiting for the soap. He would have to deliver it today, wouldn't he? He had threatened me to not get the soap myself, so waiting was really the only thing I could do.

As if on cue, my door was opened. It was him. The world works wonders, it thought upon seeing him the exact moment I was thinking of him.

"Hello," I said. It sounded more like a question than a greeting. He simply nodded.

"Your soap," he said and handed me a bottle. I took it and nodded in gratitude. This soap seemed fancier than the one I had firstly gotten. He seemed as if about the say something, but his mouth closed and he looked stiff again.

"Was there anything else?" I asked carefully. I didn't want to tick him off.

"About last night," he started, but shortly after, he took a break. "I know I didn't thank you rightfully last night." He stopped talking after that sentence. I didn't know what to say. It sounded like he was apologizing, so I let him continue.

Though he didn't.

That was his apology? No way.

"Yes?" I said, wanting him to finish. He let out an annoyed sound and gave me a look. I simply raised my eyebrows at him. How I felt confident right now I had no idea. This whole scenario was strange, but I still wanted him to apologize. He had scared, threatened, and hurt me last night. I could still feel his intense glare on me, and his hand tightening around my chin. I wanted him to apologize. I had done him a huge favor by not snitching. Not even a favor, I had saved his life and that was how he thanked me? By saying my loyalty wouldn't be forgotten and then scaring me to shits?

He looked behind his shoulder and then stepped inside my room, closing the door after him. "I regret threatening you. And gripping your face as I did." My eyes widened. This large, Italian mafia boss just apologized to me. He didn't seem like the apologizing type.

"It's alright," I muttered. He nodded and then looked around. His eyes landed on me again and he extended his hand.

"You will be thanked for your constancy in another matter too," he said, his and still extended. I furrowed my brows and took his hand, shaking it lightly. It was large and warm. I bet he could feel my hands were clammy in his dry ones.

"How so? I'm not following." He sighed and let go of my hand.

"A large bonus will be added to you final paycheck," he said and sounded quite pleased. I couldn't help but scoff.

"The one I will receive when I'm 60 and let go of this hellhole? Is that the one you're taking about?" he didn't make any facial expression whatsoever.