Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

XII

Mavery's POV:

I couldn't breath.

I was face to face with Lorenzo and all I could think about was what Ivar had said to me.

Did he...rape me that night..?

I would have known if he did...right?

I mean what would have stopped him. He had knocked me out, we were alone, he was drunk, and I was already half naked.

Different thoughts or explanations raced through my mind at a hundred miles a minute until Lorenzo must have realized how panicked I was, because he got up from his desk and walked over to me.

His mouth was moving but I couldn't hear anything. Why was Ivar even here? Were they planning something? Was Lorenzo just a friend of my father who would do the same thing to me?

What if Ivar had raped me that night. It hadn't even crossed my mind before now.

Lorenzo lifted his hands and I flinched back, scared he was going to hit me. Instead he placed them on my arms and shook me a little.

"Are you okay?"

I shoved the thoughts about Ivar to the back of my mind and decided that he didn't rape me. Even if he very well could have it is better if I convince myself he didn't.

"Mavery what is wrong?" Lorenzo speaks again

I refocus my eyes and remember the files I have in my hand. I stretch my hand out to him and he grabs the files. "I was just looking over the weekly incomes and I found something was wrong..." I say while Lorenzo opens the files and scans them with his eyes. He flips from page to page, showing no emotion on his face.

I take this time to observe his office. My office is right next to his, so we have practically the same view of the city. His office has the same dark wood floors, but deep gray walls. His desk is a dark brown, and there are matching pieces of furniture and bookshelves lacing the walls of the enormous room.

After a few minutes of standing in a room full of nothing but the sound of paper flipping continuously, he closes the documents, turns, and tosses them on his sleek desk.

"Did you get a name on where the money was being transferred to?" He says while turning to face me again. Thankfully, he is a few feet away, so I feel a little safer. I shake my head at his question, then look to the floor. With what I had just found out I couldn't afford to start another battle with him today. Which meant no eye contact or sass. I just couldn't right now. I felt drained. Weak.

Lorenzo POV:

When Mavery walked into my office, she looked all over the place. She stood by the door with papers in her hands and panic in her eyes for what felt like hours. I asked her why she was here, and what was wrong multiple times but nothing seemed to register until I stood up and walked over to her. Ivar had just left what if he said something to her?

I put my arms on her shoulders to shake her or something I don't know why I didn't that but for some reason she flinched at the sight of me bringing my arms up. Anger built up inside of me... had someone hurt her?

Why did I care? I have already lost my temper and hurt her two too many times, maybe she really was just scared of me. Maybe she flinched because of things I had done, and nobody else had hurt her. But this morning in the elevator we were fine! I apologized! I assumed she had forgiven me.

She isn't going to just forgive you for things like that idiot.

I really am stupid aren't I! Of course she didn't just forgive me. I was broken from my thoughts when she stretched her hands with the documents out to me.