Two Broken Hearts

Chapter thirty-eight

Maria's POV:

It was now two weeks since I last saw my father and the Russians.

I was back at the house with Matteo, Marcus, Lucas and Kelsey.

I never thought that I would willingly want to go back to Matteo but my father wasn't an option.

And I was catching feeling for Matteo that I wasn't ready to admit even to myself.

I was scared he didn't feel the same or that he was just playing me. We didn't mention anything that happened in Russia. Including me almost getting raped or the night that Matteo and me shared... That was pretty interesting to say the least.

Matteo and I saw each other on rare occasions when he wasn't busy with his work. He promised he would introduced me to his Mafia but I have yet to see that.

I was now in my room... I just got back from one of my missions. Of course, i don't even have to say that it was successful.

I'm back at my A game and it's going pretty good. I got closer with the three boys that are with me four of more times a week when we have a mission. They are very professional and tidy, I really don't have a problem with them.

But I do have a problem with... Sarah. The fucking skank I was supposed to kill. She lives in the house now, apparently. I remind her everyday that she's lucky to be alive and she always answers something petty.

Right now I was in the kitchen, eating Nuttela, like the usual. Sarah came in the kitchen and ruined my whole mood.

"The way you can ruin food for everyone is really fascinating and disgusting at the same time." I said, smiling at her and showing her my middle finger.

"Then go somewhere else." She said with minimum interest.

"I was here first so... No, thank you." I responded.

She rolled her eyes and said a faint "bitch" under her breath.

I narrowed my eyes.

"What did you just say?" I asked, sliding of the counter top.

"Well it depends... What did you hear?" She said sarcastically.

I didn't waste no time I smacked her across the cheek.

"Who are you to call me a bitch? Whore." I said while her face was facing left because of the smack.

I started to go out of the kitchen but not before she yelled after me.

"You know.. you can pretend that Matteo and you are together or whatever but on the day that you decided to disappear, Matteo and I slept together." She said all smugly.

I chuckled: "Yeah, he wouldn't touch you with a stick and I don't blame him." I responded not trusting a word out of her mouth.

"But he did. And if you don't believe me ask him. Why do you think he didn't go after you sooner? Because he didn't even know you went away. He was too busy with me. Sucks for you." She said and shrugged.

I quickly turned around not wanting her words to affect me but they did made me think.

I don't have to believe her but.. why didn't he tried to contact me. I mean I didn't want him to, I left and I wouldn't come back but he really didn't even know I was missing that whole day?

I was definitely overthinking this but I couldn't help it. All day in my room I was thinking about what that bitch said.

Did he really stoop that low and first fucked her and three days later slept in the bed with me while we did... Some private things?