My Italian Monster

Chapter 15

*WARNING: EXPLICIT PART COMING UP!*

Music: COVERED IN YOU by Chris Brown

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Kayleigh's POV

I groaned softly, opening my eyes. My left arm was still a little bit painful. It was dark in the room, so I supposed it was night.

I slowly got up and yanked the needle out of my left arm. There was nothing I hated more than a needle.

I slowly walked around the room, looking for some sort of light. I found a switch and switched on the lights.

The room looked like a small clinic room. It was probably for the mafia men and women who didn't want to go to the hospital.

The memories of the event that went on earlier today came rushing back into my brain.

That Garcia guy kinda scared me. Oh, who am I kidding? HE SCARED THE FUCK OUT OF ME.

I noticed how Leandro froze when Garcia said the name 'Boogeyman'. But what confused me more was when Leandro refused to turn me over to Garcia.

Why did he care all of a sudden? Why then? And most importantly, why was he so flirty with me? What was his plan?

But I had to admit, I kinda liked him flirting with me.

Snap out of it, Kayleigh!

I had to come up with a plan to escape. I had to get out before falling into Leandro's trap. And I knew what I had to do. In order to escape, I had to gain Leandro's trust.

I was going to take advantage of this flirting with him. I was going to beat Leandro at his own game. Whatever the game was.

My throat felt dry, so I went down to the kitchen to go get myself some water. I walked into the kitchen and headed for the fridge. 

"You're up?" A familiar voice said.

"Uh, yeah." I said before turning and looking at him.

Leandro was standing with his hand against the wall and the other hand in the pocket if his sweatpants.

He was shirtless, his perfect tanned torso and muscles out in the open. And his hair was a bit messy, but he still looked fine as hell. He brushed his hair back, sighing.

"W-What happened exactly?" I asked him.

"You don't remember?"

"Well, I remember a little." I shrugged.

He folded his arms and tilted his head to the side.

"What do you remember exactly?" He asked.

"I remember you arguing with Garcia. And then I remember getting shot and you having to steal a car..." I trailed off.

"That's all?"

"Y-Yeah, I-I think so."

He slowly walked over to me, stopping just a few inches away from me. I wanted him closer than that.

What is wrong with me?!

He moved an inch closer and our faces were merely an inch away from each other.

He smirked a little, placing a hand on my cheek. "You sang." He whispered.

My breath hitched. He had heard me sing. No one ever heard me sing other than my mom and my dad. I hated singing in front of other people. Even my half sister didn't know I knew how to sing and I liked it being that way.