The Italian Mafia

Chapter 11

∞Emma's POV∞

It felt like a dream, but when I woke up, I knew it all had happened. I had a direct proof. Ambrogio's sleeping face next to me. It had reminded me of him pulling that pig off me. Rescuing me from getting raped. I was so thankful that he had been there. I could only imagine what would've happened if he hadn't. Francisco's touch resurrected in my mind and I felt sick. He was a gross man.

I sat up in the bed and cleared my throat. I was still in my dress and it was quite uncomfortable to wear. I looked at the watch, 5:30. It was still early.

"I am sorry for what happened yesterday, Emma," Ambrogio suddenly said from beside me. I was startled and let out a small noise.

"Yes, well, you couldn't really do anything else about it. Thank you for saving me," I said out of obligation. What else was there to be said right now? Ambrogio scoffed slightly.

"Of course. I am sorry for putting you in that situation, though. I promised you to not be alone and I didn't keep that promise."

"It's okay. It wasn't your fault." Ambrogio nodded silently.

"So you will still play along?" he asked slowly. I think he knew to step carefully. Though that wasn't exactly what he had just done.

"Are you serious?" Ambrogio looked confused.

"Yes, I am," he retrieved when his confusion fell from his face. I couldn't believe the words coming out from his mouth.

"I was nearly rapped because I was playing along. Of course, I won't do this anymore. I thought I was going to die, Ambrogio." He looked up at his ceiling.

"Well, dolce, you have to. The agreement still stands, if you break character, I will kill everyone you've ever loved and then you." He stood up from his bed. I had already left it out of spite. I wasn't going to be in bed with someone who threatens me like that.

"I don't believe you." He was walking towards me and with every step he took towards me, I took one backward. I didn't want to touch him. He was only in his sweatpants and I definitively didn't want to touch his skin. I felt scolded each time I did so.

"Stop moving away from me. I am speaking to you." I swallowed a lump in my throat. He seemed angry.

"I am sorry," he chuckled at that.

"I know you are. You're scared of me. Scared of what I'll do. Now, you say you don't believe me, but I know you do. I know you believe everything I've promised you."

"No, I don't believe you." He lifted a brow.

"Care to test that?" my body felt tingly from what I supposed was fear. He walked all the way to me. I was pressed up the door with a racing heart.

"Will you leave me alone if I say I believe you?" he shook his head.

"Dolce, I hate being tested and you're doing just that. Now, do you want me to show you the basement once more? We have a whole new set of men down there." His eyebrow was lifted and he was dangerously close.

"No, thanks. I have seen it too many times." I don't know why, but I really wanted to push him away. Or well, I knew why I wanted to push him away. The thing I didn't understand was that I really wanted to touch him.

I mean, I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, which was heavenly. And his skin looked soft but rough at the same time. He had faint tattoos over his entire stomach, which was exposed due to the lack of his shirt. He was also very muscular build and his shoulders were quite broad. He would be very attractive if he were another man.