Call Me Yours

Chapter 10 - So It's War

A/N- I don't like inserting authors notes everywhere incase people don't like them, but what are you guys thinking so far? How do you like each character, thoughts on Alessandro and Dante? Let me know in the comments and thanks so so so much for reading this far :)
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Mia
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Nico had been sent to bring me downstairs to eat something. He wasn't exactly the person I wanted to see.

"Come on, sbrigati, hurry, I have places to be."
Nico forced me up and out of the comfort of my bed. I shoved him as he grabbed my arm and attempted to drag me off the bed.
"Get off stupid, I'm coming."

I stood up, huffing and followed Nico downstairs. I didn't need a personal escort and I hadn't exactly given Dante a reason not to trust me but he seemed to insist someone had eyes on me all the time. He must've had previous bad kidnapping experiences. That was a lovely thought.

Nico ended up seeing the food cooked by Dante's chefs and decided that whatever he was previously eager to attend to could wait. He joined me at the dining table and helped himself.

We both indulged in silence until Nico decided to ruin that. It was just the two of us in the room and he looked over at me.

"He treats you different you know, I don't get it."

"What?" I asked, with a mouth full of some fancy Italian food I couldn't even name.

"I mean Dante, you might not realise but he treats you well."
"Are you serious?" I swallowed my mouthful so Nico could actually hear me,
"He's imprisoned me and he's using me as a mole, you consider that being treated well?"

Nico shook his head, "You haven't seen how he treats others compared to you. He's definitely got a thing for you." Nico was spinning his fork in his hand as he spoke.

"A thing?"

"I mean he must like you, I know him well by now, trust me, I can tell."

Surely not. Dante hadn't seemed at all like he liked me. I mean he'd been fairly nice to me lately but he didn't care for me like that. I ignored Nico and carried my plates to the kitchen.

"Are you going to walk me back?" I asked Nico as I returned to the dining room, but he seemed to be looking past me.

"I can do that." I turned around to find Dante had entered the room.

Speak of the devil.

I followed him upstairs expecting him to leave me at my door but he entered behind me. Well go ahead, invite yourself in I guess.

"Can I speak to you?" He asked.
"Do I really have a choice?" He didn't look amused, "Yeah, sure."
"You don't have to go on Thursday."
"What?" I suddenly remembered about Alessandro.
"Oh, what?" Why would I not go, to him it was all a part of finding out his inside info, had he found a new coke guy or something?

"Just. I've been thinking. Maybe I don't need you to do this."

"What? I don't mind, I can carry on." I was shocked that he was even suggesting this, it hadn't seemed like he'd stop me before I finished the job for him. And as bad as it sounded I was enjoying my time with Alessandro. I actually didn't want to stop. Maybe someone needed to slap me.

"You want to?" He asked, looking up at me with an indescribable look in his eyes.

"I don't mind, I'd rather do this than something way worse."

"But, how about if I said you don't have to do anything."

I didn't know what to say. Was he saying I'd been let off? He was letting me go? I was so confused by his sudden change. This guy must've had some serious issues, he seemed a little indecisive to me.

"So you'll let me go." He stared at me silently for a moment.
"Is that what you'd like?" He asked softly. Normally I would have made a sarcastic comment about how I was a prisoner and of course I'd like to go, but something about the look on his face and the tone of his voice made me stop.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak a man with a gun burst into the room, he seemed out of breath, I mean he did look a little out of shape but he looked like he'd just run 10 miles.

"Abbiamo un problema, Luciano."
"Not now, Mattia."
"No, é importante."

Dante sighed impatiently but as the man began to ramble about something I watched Dante's face visibly drop.

"No no no no no."

Dante leapt off my bed and followed the man out of the room. What the fuck? I suddenly wished I was fluent in Italian. I sat on my bed wondering why I hadn't just jumped at his suggestion of me being set free. I really did have Stockholm syndrome, didn't I.

I walked over to my door peeking out to see two men with guns stationed at the bottom of my corridor. I wondered what had just happened but the second I stepped out one of the men yelled something in Italian at me and I took that as a cue to stay in my room.

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It had been days since I'd seen anything of Dante. There seemed to be an increase in guards in the house. I was escorted out of my room for regular meals by 2 of Dante's men and I hadn't even been outside in days. I still had no idea what had happened that day when Dante left suddenly.

I was beginning to wonder if he was even alive when, during breakfast I spotted Nico speaking to one of the guards. I walked over to him, and waited patiently for the guard to shut up. Even though I wasn't particularly fond of Nico I felt so much joy seeing a familiar face.

"Nico! Hi." I was tempted to hug him but he would probably not have been too reciprocal so I decided against it.
He just nodded at me in response. Even he seemed more solemn than usual.

"Is everything okay? I haven't seen Dante in days and there's so many guys around here, I feel suffocated."

"Not really."

"What? Is Dante okay?" I didn't know why I felt a panicked feeling at the thought that he was dead. Anyone else in my position would probably be thrilled to find out he could be dead. Stockholm syndrome.

"Dante is. His father's not, one of DeLuca's guys tried to kill him in his own home, luckily they had a bad shot but he's not looking too good."

"Oh, shit."

I couldn't help but feel a little relief knowing Dante wasn't dead, but it suddenly made sense why he'd looked so worried the other day before he left. I wasn't sure how close he was to his father but I imagined he must've been quite close from his expression as he found out.

"Yeah. Anyway, he might be gone for a while and the extra guys are around for a little more protection. Everyone's a little on edge, you know."

I nodded, all these men, including Nico, worked for Dante's father and it was unwritten law that all of them had unending respect and loyalty towards him. No wonder they all looked so serious right now.

Nico turned to leave when I remembered that it was Thursday, I was supposed to be meeting Alessandro.

"Nico, am I still going tonight?"

"No. Dante doesn't want anyone anywhere near that house right now. With a fucking move like this one, they've declared war."

With that comment Nico left the room, leaving me dumbfounded. Holy fuck. Why would Alessandro do some stupid shit like this? He was the leader of the family so surely he called the shots. It must've been him that did this. I felt a sense of hurt and betrayal before remembering that Alessandro had no clue that I even knew Dante or his family existed. He'd just think I stood him up tonight.

I was torn between feeling hurt that I'd likely be making Alessandro feel like shit tonight and feeling bad for Dante who could lose his father because Alessandro decided to call a hit on him. Shit, what kind of fucked up stuff had I become wrapped up in.

I shook my head as the two guards led me back upstairs. I needed a fucking nap.