Annabelle
I woke up on what I think is a bed because it felt like I was laying on something soft.
"Ow." I groaned holding my head.
It literally felt like my head had a heartbeat and I feel sick, like I'm going to throw up any minute now.
As I'm holding my head I notice the room I'm in. It looks nothing like my room at home.
This room looks like it's royalty, literally.
To be honest I thought I would wake up on a dirty old mattress in a dirty room or cell.
Maybe I watch too many movies.
The whole bedroom was pink and silver.
I won't lie it was beautiful.
Really nice.
But it wasn't mine.
I hear the door creak open and I turn to look at the person walk through.
And who I saw made all of the memories from yesterday flood back. Oh my gosh how could I forget something like that? I got my boyfriend killed...I look around the room and see a trash can by my bed.
I grabbed it and began to puke my guts out. I haven't eaten so I don't know what the hell I was throwing up.
He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.
"The drugs in your system are wearing off, that's why you feel nauseous. I brought you a glass of water, drink up." He said handing me the glass. I eyed him suspiciously. He looked amused and took a sip of the water. "See? Not poisoned." He said.
"Well now I don't want it since you put you mouth on it." I told him. I don't know why I'm being difficult because I'm really thirsty but too late to stop now, plus I still don't trust him.
"You had no problem with me eating you out, but you don't want to drink out of a glass that had my lips on it?" He asked with a brow raised. He didn't have to remind me of those times. I snatched the glass from him and gave him a sarcastic smile and began drinking from the other side of the glass he didn't touch.
"I figured that you're still dealing with what happened yesterday so I'm giving you your own bedroom, for now, once you get comfortable here you will be allowed outside of the this room and once I can trust you won't try to run away I will allow you outside of the house. Understand?" His accent was thicker than I remembered.
"Yeah..." I said my voice uneven.
Bitch.
What I really wanted to say was take me home you lying, manipulative asshole but I kept the words at bay fearing they would tick him off because he does have a short temper.
If there's one thing I know about Angelo Alonzo Russo, it's that he's unpredictable.
He nods.
"What about my things, they're all at my apartment and I have to get them." I tell him.
"Don't worry about them everything's handled. I'll tell a maid to bring you breakfast." he says getting up to leave.
Right before he leaves I call him back over.
He turns back to look at me with his left brow raised.
"Where am I, are we still in California?" I ask him hesitantly.
I saw the edge of his lip curl up as if he was smirking.
After a couple seconds he finally answers.
" Italy"
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