POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter thirty nine

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ this chapter is intended for 18+ readers.

Annetta's POV

Overthinking can kill a person. It's toxic, tiring and just a ruthless killer.

No it can't.

I was trapped in my own mind, trying to figure everything out while comprehending the situation I was in. I was confused, I was heading to a fresh start but before I could even do that, I was pushed back into a time I thought I'd leave for good.

Releasing a long sigh, I push myself up and saunter to the restroom I thought I'd use for the last time this morning. It was a subconscious thought I happily stood by because I was yearning to leave the estate, but I couldn't even do that for myself. An hour later, I fucking returned.

When I walk lazily to the restroom, my attention diverted to the huge frame that stood near the door. I stop in my tracks for a moment and glance over at him, he stares at me with nothing. Even through a quick glance, I could sense what he wanted. He wanted war, he wanted fire and he wanted to belittle me again but I've had enough. The same unpleasant glance he'd give always remained, no matter the situation. On a normal day, I would piss him off but today wasn't a normal day, instead I avert my gave and continue to the restroom. I slam the door shut behind me, hoping he would leave.

I walk to the large mirror and examine my face, dry blood painted the side of my face from the scratch that Maria made with her small pistol. I inhaled a deep breath and pull my shirt over my head. I needed a hot shower.

"Annetta." He voices softly, my stomach did a somersault and my head rapidly turns to the door. The fact that he still remained really tested my patience.

"Go away." I snarl, clenching my fists and disregarding him again. I lean closer to the mirror and begin to inspect my wound, hoping he would take a hint and leave.

"No." He rasped, the tone of his voice was austere and forceful. I glare at myself through the mirror in utter disbelief, my jaw clench together and I decide to ignore him. But when the door opens, Fabio steps in leaving me dumbfounded.

"What do you want?" I mumble, staring directly back at him. His eyes never left me, even after they finished studying my whole face and appearance. I blink at him in silence, my heart hammered in my chest from the adrenaline rush. I felt feverish, perhaps from the wound on my face or the way he looked. He stood in front of the closed door, hands in his pockets and his sleeves were half rolled up. His arms were tanned, tattooed and veiny. His chest was exposed a little, he didn't button up all the way. When he stares at me, the small bulge on his neck moved a little when he gulps. I clench my teeth together and feel my core burn slightly, before I look away. "I don't want to fight with you, I'm exhausted."

"I don't want to fight with you either." He says, I blink up at him and stare at him for a little longer, wondering what's the reason for his visit. Fabio released a sigh, his chest moved in sync with his breath. "I'm here to update you."

"Okay." I incline, turning my head away from him and returning to the mirror. "Well?" I wait, glancing over at him for a second. I catch him scrutinising me again.

"You can't leave the estate yet," he informs, "you are to remain here until we say so."

"Tell me something I don't know." I scoff lazily, turning my head back to the mirror and scowling at myself for even getting into this situation. Fabio sensed my agitation but didn't say anything or move, and it annoyed me more for some reason.

I walk to the shower room and turn the faucet, immediately the pressure of the water hit me even though I was nowhere near the water. It relieved my muscles, soothed my emotions and helped me focus. I push my trousers down and take it off, my subconscious questions whether he remained or not. When I glance over my shoulder for a second, I still find him here, in the restroom watching me.