Her Mafia Prince ✔️

Chapter 16 - You're Not Angry?

~ Matteo's POV ~

Without taking her hand I walked past her, sitting towards the end of her bed so that I would keep some distance between us when she sat back down.

Gabriella let out a sigh before turning around and coming back to her bed, sitting in her previous position like I though she would.

I knew I was being a jerk to her and I definitely didn't want to be, but I also had every right to be pissed off.

I had nothing to do with what that son of a bitch, Dean, did to her, she didn't need to take it out on me too. But I knew why she was, it was obvious.

She thought I would hurt her too, I just wanted her to say it to my face. But it was something she wouldn't easily admit.

I didn't even want to think about Dean because I knew I would just lose it. The thought of anyone putting their hands on her...if I had the chance I would kill him with my bare hands.

"I don't know where to start from." I glanced over at her to see that she was already looking at me. "Maybe the beginning would be a good idea, don't you think?"

I could tell she wasn't happy with the way I was acting towards her but thankfully didn't say anything because I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself from saying things I would regret later.

I was just in that type of mood. I didn't want to be here but Giovanni pretty much forced me to agree earlier. But, I did care about Gabriella despite my current anger. She meant a lot to me and I wanted to be able to help her through something if it was bothering her or upsetting her.

Maybe after I'd calmed down a little though.

"Okay. Well, you know I care about you Matteo-"

"You can skip this part." When I cut her off a small frown appeared on her face and I could instantly tell that what I said hurt her. Yes I was a jerk, I know. But the fact she just carried on shows just how strong she is, she didn't even let it bother for more than a few seconds. When she spoke again her words came out a lot harsher and she didn't bother beating around the bush anymore.

I was grateful for that at least.

"I don't know if I'm okay with you being in the mafia. Actually no, I'm not okay with it."

"It didn't bother you before." She nodded her head as she leaned back against her pillows. "I know, that's before I read up on the Italian Mafia and what they do - what you do. I can't believe you would ever be okay with those kinds of crimes...that you're okay with hurting people and ruining their lives."

As she spoke and I started to realise what was going on I couldn't stop the amused smile from tugging at my lips. When she saw it her mouth dropped open and I had to try to stop it but it didn't work.

"You're actually laughing? You're sick Matteo. Honestly, I don't even know who you are-"

"Gabriella next time you try to research the mafia, and me, why don't you just come to me and ask me your questions. The information you'll get from me is a lot more accurate, I can assure you."

"I know what I read is the truth, you're just going to try and lie to me." I rolled my eyes at her words as I looked away from her, looking around her room for something else to entertain me when I started getting bored with the conversation.