Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

VII

Mavery's POV

I can't believe my outburst earlier...how stupid am I? This man is probably way more dangerous than my father yet I don't back down to him. Any minute now he is going to burst in my room and punish me for speaking to him like that.

From now on I am going to be a little obedient woman and not sass Lorenzo even when he is being an asshole.

A small part of me doesn't think Lorenzo would intentionally hurt me, but another part of me says that I don't know this man whatsoever and it's just a matter of time before I get beaten.

I sit on my bed for about an hour just looking off into space, lost in thoughts. Hopefully Lorenzo won't hurt me. I was still in my shorts and bodysuit so as my eyes got tired I walked to the closet and searched for pajamas. There is literally nothing here but very revealing lingerie. Surely this isn't the only guest room. Maybe other guest rooms will have clothes suitable for me.

I glanced at the clock which said 10:09 PM. Hopefully Lorenzo is asleep or out somewhere. I slowly open the door and creep into the dark hallway. All the lights were off. I walked down the hall away from the staircase that leads to the living room, kitchen, and elevator. At the first door I saw I opened the door and stepped inside. It's a bedroom. This room is far bigger than mine, almost double the size probably. There's an archway that leads to a beautiful white bathroom that has a bathtub perched in the center a little bit higher than everything else because of a small step. A marble shower with nothing but glass as walls, and another archway that leads to a walk in closet that was also fairly bigger than mine. Not that I'm complaining about my room or anything, I'm grateful that I am not put in a basement or something. I walked to the closet and instantly knew who's room this was. Aud and tobacco fills my lungs as I inhale deeply. You've got to give it to the man, he sure knows how to pick cologne.

I look through the rows and rows of shirts that contain everything from workout tanks to t shirts to formal button ups and suits.

Wanting to be quick, I grabbed the closest thing which was a casual black button up shirt. I put the shirt on and headed back to the hallway. Thankfully, I didn't run into anyone on my way back to my room. Once I was back in my room I crawled under the covers of my bed and tried my best to fall asleep. After what felt like hours of staring at the ceiling, I finally drifted to sleep.

Lorenzo's POV

"Where are you going?" a whiny voice asks me, "None of your damn business" I sharply reply to the stripper I had just hooked up with. She started calling my name out but I ignored her and left the private lounge. I thought hooking up with someone would make me feel better but instead I felt dirty... I really needed a shower. My eyes found Luca approaching me with a shot, then reaches his arm out and offers it. I had already had a dozen drinks earlier tonight but one more shouldn't hurt. Plus Luca looked drunk so it's better I drink it than him. Right as I was about to drink the shot someone ran into me causing it to spill all over me. "What the fuck" I angrily say, turning to see a stupid drunk college kid looking at me with so much fear. "You are lucky I'm not in a mood to kill someone" I hiss, and leave the bar.

When I arrive home all the lights are still off and I make my way upstairs to my room. I decide to check on Angel in her room. Yes. I gave her a nickname. I chose Angel because her eyes are full of innocence.

I opened her bedroom door, not caring to knock, and what I saw made my blood boil.

She was in my fucking shirt. Just like Haley would wear my shirts to sleep when I was away...

The reasonable side of me told me to leave it alone but my past crept into my thoughts, and the alcohol took over. I stormed over to the bed and picked her up by her throat. She snapped awake, her eyes looking as me with so much confusion and fear, it almost made me stop. Almost.

Mavery's POV:

"Who the fuck told you to go into my room!" He shouted. The smell of alcohol filled my nose and I realized he was very drunk. He was holding me by my throat but I could still get some air in. Not much though. I didn't think he would be so mad about a shirt... His eyes were full of vengeance and rage

His grip tightened before he dropped me on the bed and grabbed the shirt tightly, like he was trying to rip it off. My eyes widened with horror. Please no don't let him see how ugly I really am...how weak...how useless I am.

Tears escaped my eyes as he pulled on the shirt, what if he was going to rape me!?

"Please stop!" I begged him. He froze and took his hands off of me. "Damn it!" He screamed, then turned and punched a hole clean into the wall. I brought my knees to my chest and hid under a blanket, tears still streaming down my face. Lorenzo stared at the wall, breathing heavily. I brought my hand to my neck where he had grabbed me, and I knew it was going to leave a mark.

He turned around to face me and all I saw was regret in his eyes. Not bothering to say anything, he left the room and slammed the door shut.

I sighed with relief, looked to my right and read 3:02 AM. No way in hell I will fall asleep after that. So I didn't. The whole night I sat crying into my knees and begging God to make it stop. What did I do to deserve this? He didn't try to rape me I think but what would have stopped him if he had? I'm so fucking tired of everything. "Please take the pain away" I whispered while clenching my hands together in prayer. I'm starting to lose hope. I pray every single night with no response, no change, everything is the same. The abuse just gets worse every day. "Please just make it stop" I sobbed until the sun came up and I dragged myself downstairs to make breakfast like everything was normal. Just like I always do. Nobody has ever seen how broken I am, or maybe they don't care enough to acknowledge it. For now I just need to keep up my facade and keep praying. But deep down I don't know how much fight I have left in me.

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