Cartels

chapter 12―boss

❝ a man whose heart is hollow❞

-rihanna

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My eyes fly open as the person behind me pushes the gun deeper into my neck. I audibly gulp, my anxiety taking course, not because of the gun, but because I am butt-naked in front of whoever this psycho is.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" A deep voice growled from beside my ear. I slowly turn my head to find that the infamous mob boss himself, is currently standing in a shower with me, holding a gun to my neck. His perfectly styled hair and tight dress shirt are now wet, but he doesn't seem to care. Mr.Mafia Man brings one of his large hands and rests it on my shoulder while taking the gun and placing it under my chin, forcing me to turn my head slightly and look at his glorious face.

"Showering, what does it look like, perv?" I hissed, not daring to move a muscle. The man, whose name I assume is Armando, lets out a velvety chuckle as his eyes darken a few shades, awakening butterflies within my lower region. What the fuck?, I thought, Well, I mean, I am currently naked and in a shower with a literal god.

"I'm the one with the gun and yet here you are, acting like a confident little bitch," he scoffs. Just as I was about to curse him out, the bathroom door opens yet again. 

"I have your clothes here-" Giada starts but looks up and sees the situation and gasps. "ARMANDO BIANCHI PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN BEFORE I SKIN YOU ALIVE!" Giada bellows. Both Armando and I freeze at Giada's enraged tone. Reluctantly, Armando release his hold and steps away from me. Thanks to the fogged up glass Giada can't see my lady bits (which that scumbag Armando probably saw) when I turn around to face her. 

"Non è una delle tue puttane, stupido ragazzino!" She shouts and hits the back of his head. I couldn't help but snicker, causing Armando to send a threatening glare in my direction.

"Ow!" He mutters as he rubs his head and is led out of the room by his mother, cursing him out in Italian. 

After silence occupies the space like once before, I turn the shower off and wrap a fluffy towel around my body. I quickly dry my brown locks and throw on a fresh set of white leggings and a matching hoodie that Giada left for me. She even gave me a pair of Gucci slides which I gratefully slipped on.  I casually strolled out of the bathroom and checked the alarm clock on the nightstand. 

"8:30? Fuck!" I mumbled as I got to my feet and exited the room. Stumbling through the large halls, I managed to remember the way to the main entrance, however Giada had yet to show me their dining area. I walked through another large corridor that was situated under the double staircase and frantically looked around to spot any clues as to where the dining room is. I was about to give up when the aroma of chicken overtook my senses. Following the smell, I managed to end up in the colossal white kitchen. Chefs were running around, placing food on trays, garnishing dishes, and making beverages. Curiously, I spotted a short frail woman taking a food-filled tray, so I trailed behind here leaving a generous gap between us. She went up a small set of stairs and navigated through the house smoothly. Abruptly, she stopped in front of a large set of wooden doors and entered the room. With the door slightly ajar, I peeked through the small gap to inspect what was in there. To my surprise, it appeared to be a conference room, filled with mean gathered around a large, oval-shaped wooden table. I inhaled sharply when my eyes met with the coffee-colored ones that I have been avoiding.