Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

XXI

Mavery's POV:

I managed to calm my breathing down a little before being injected with medicine by the doctor, Fernando.

Lorenzo started to release me from the restraints, not looking too happy at the dripping blood around where each one was holding me.

"Was this really necessary Fernando?!" Lorenzo angrily asks.

"I-it was my fault I was kicking and moving too much." I quickly respond.

A deep sigh released from his body while he calmly unhooked both my legs, and bandaged them up. For once in my life I relaxed. It felt nice having someone you trust take care of you like this. It was something I have never experienced before.

"Fernando can you leave us for a moment?" Lorenzo asked Fernando, but it was clear it wasn't a question at all.

Something was wrong.

Lorenzo had tensed up in just a few seconds, which worried me. Fernando nodded his head and immediately exited the room.

"What the fuck is on your wrists, Mavery." He said in a very intimidating tone.

I sat up almost instantly, realizing he saw them. My cuts. He had already unchained my arms, so I pulled a blanket over my body, hoping maybe he would just drop the conversation.

"Mavery answer me when I speak to you!" I flinched at his tone, which caused him to soften his expression, and come sit by me on the bed. "Please talk to me,"

I tried to piece together words to give him an explanation, but it was hard.

"I'm fine." I managed to squeak out.

He looked at me, not believing my words. He was urging me to let him in.

"It was a long time ago you don't have to worry about me...." I trailed off mid sentence, not wanting him to hear those words come from my mouth.

"I'm better now." I said, sinking back down into my bed.

We sat in silence before I heard him slip off his shoes and slide under the blanket next to me. His arm snaked under my body and pulled me towards him, my head resting on his chest.

I allowed myself to close my eyes and just trust that he is here for me.

It's weird having someone for the first time, someone you don't have to keep your guard up around because you just know they will do anything to protect you.

I started to think over everything that had happened the past few weeks, when a question sparked in my mind. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask, but I wanted to know.

"Lorenzo?"

"Hm?" He said, almost in a whisper, while moving hair from my face.

"Do you know who Howard is?"

Lorenzo's POV:

When she asked me if I knew Howard, I was very confused. How would she know him? Does this have something to do with why he was being distant?