| Norah |
The ride back to the estate was quiet. I focused my gaze out the window so I could shut out the awkward silence that left the air stagnant between Maddox and me.
A small bag was in the back seat of the Audi. We only spent half an hour at my apartment, before I forced myself out of the splintered door with the few belongings I thought I needed.
I didn't want to talk. Frankly, I just didn't want to talk to Maddox. Maddox was clearly not the most polite and attentive man. He had a sort of shield around himself. He was untouchable, seemingly unmovable. The edges of his being were invisibly sharp and daunting, his atmosphere harsh and uninviting, which made me fidgety when I was too close to him.
He was much like a wall, and what good was it to talk to a wall?
I tapped my fingers on my thigh absentmindedly.
The car pulled up to the gates of the estate and Maddox rolled down the window. He typed in the code quickly with smooth fingers. A green light flashed, followed by a buzzer, and the iron gates welcomed us. I felt my stomach flip.
Moving into a mansion was bearable - quite exciting really - but moving in with a family I never knew to exist, was unsteadying. Much more so since I now knew my immediate relatives, if not all of them, were in the Italian Mafia.
Wasn't this just swell.
I looked at the dashboard of the car and read the time. It was a quarter after five and the winter sun had started to warm the sky with deep red and orange.
"When do I have to be ready for dinner?" I asked quietly, daring myself to glance over at Maddox.
"Anytime after six," He replied, not returning my gaze as he pulled into the underground garage. The bright lights overhead lit the way as Maddox parked swiftly into the empty space and got out. I got out of the car quickly and retrieved my bag out of the back.
I swung the bag over my shoulder and caught up to Maddox who was already leaving the garage.
Once we got inside, I followed Maddox out into the foyer. He stopped at the stairs and turned to me.
"I assume you know which room is yours," Maddox guessed, not particularly asking. I nodded.
"Good," He muttered and walked away without another word. I furrowed my brow at the odd departure, then shook my head. There was no use in trying to understand Maddox. It was a lost cause.
I ventured up the stairs. When I got to the balcony, I turned left and looked at the many doors on the right side of the hall. Racking my brain, I remembered that mine was five doors from the balcony.
Thankfully when I opened the door, the room was the same one I vaguely recognized as the one I had woken up in.
I dropped my bag by the door and noticed that the bed was still neatly made. Except, now there was a box with a beautifully tied bow laying in the center.
I walked over to the bed apprehensively and looked at the box. Neatly tucked under the bright red bow was an envelope. I plucked it from its place and looked over the card.
My name was written on the front in a scratchy, yet formal font. I opened the note and saw the same writing inside.
Your mother always looked stunning in red. I hope you like it. Enjoy. ~ Adriano
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Loving a Killer | 18+
Storie d'amoreHe's a contract killer for the Italian mob. She's the secret daughter of his boss that he's been paid to retrieve. What could possibly go wrong? • • • Being paid to kill is something Maddox King had grown used to. The weapons, the torture, the blo...
