Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

IV

Disclaimer:
I do not know any Italian, therefore all the Italian words will be directly from google translate! Lastly, this story is very lightly revised, so if you find any spelling or grammar errors please be nice about it and if you want to just comment and I will fix them!

Thank you!

Please be advised that this chapter contains mature content.

Mavery POV

Thank the lord I decided to bring my clothes into the bathroom to change into, rather than changing in my bedroom area. I guess it's just a habit I got from living with my father. He would never rape me, but sometimes his men would hit on me and I just always wanted to be safe.

I snapped back to the reality of this stranger sitting in the room I had been left in. "Ever heard of knocking?" I say, annoyance clear in my voice. He chuckles and stands up, but doesn't try to approach me.

"We are about to leave LA. I suggest you come downstairs and get something to eat before we get on the plane." He spoke in a cold voice, his face showing no emotion. He acted like I was allowed to leave this room and waltz around wherever in the hell we are. "It's not like the door was locked you asshole." I spoke back, trying to sound just as distanced and cold. The fact that we were going somewhere didn't even register in my mind until after those words left my mouth. "Wait where are we going?" I asked.

He was clearly angry at me for talking to him in such a manner, and took steps closer to me. I responded by stepping back. This continued until my back hit the wall of the room. "You are pushing it with your mouth, principessa." He puts his hand under my chin, lifting my face to make eye contact, just like he had done at my penthouse yesterday. He was so close to me, I felt myself blush. I didn't bother to try and move his hand, I knew it would be no use. "Your father and his men may have spoiled you rotten, but things are about to change." Damn his Italian accent was hot.

A laugh escaped my mouth at how absolutely clueless he is about my relationship with my father and his men. I couldn't blame him though, everyone just assumed I was a huge daddy's girl that got everything. A confused look flashed into his silver eyes, then quickly disappeared. "You think this is funny?" His voice was getting louder. He removed his hand from my chin, but I still looked at him in his piercing silver eyes.

"I am Lorenzo Mancini, you will respect me." He demanded while I was trying to hold in a laugh.

"And I am Mavery Santiago, you will respect me." I mocked his exact tone of voice, and proudly put my hands on my hips, puffing my chest out.

Now he was really angry.

Why do I put myself in these situations?

"Speak like that to me in front of my men and see how well it will go." He scoffs as he leaves the room and slams the door.

I wait a good five minutes then make my way out the door and down the stairs. A smell of cinnamon floods my nostrils. A pep enters my step at the sound of an oven beeping, indicating whatever had been cooking was ready. I somehow find my way to the kitchen in this massive house to find a women who seemed to be in her early 50s. The second she turned and saw me I recognized her eyes immediately. Silver.

"What's your name dear?" She asked with a sweet voice. "I'm Mavery," I say politely. "Oh I've heard so much about you!" She smiled and laughed when a confused expression formed on my face. "My son told me you will be working for him."

"I guess so." I say. Just then I hear unfamiliar voice and footsteps coming into the kitchen. "Who's this?" He says.

"Mavery meet my other son, Christiano, but we all call him Chris." I give Chris a smile and a little wave, then realize how stupid I probably look. "Lawrence's daughter?" He said with distance in his voice. I nodded, embarrassed of my father. I don't know what he did but either way, I hate being a Santiago.