Aces & Spades

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Bella:

"Get out here you little bitch! I told you to hurry up with the drinks!" She screamed at me. Her breath had become overpowered by the stench of alcohol, causing me to hold mine.

"I... I just had to open the bottles." I whimpered. She grabs the bottle of vodka from my hand and smashes it onto the floor breaking the glass bottle into millions of tiny fragments.

I start to pick up the larger pieces with my hands, until she moves closer to me, her foot pushes down on my hands, causing the glass the pierce through my skin and-

I jolt awake, my heart racing as my eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness. Where am I? I allow myself to curl up in comfort, to protect myself. 

Another nightmare of her. When is there going to be a night where I can sleep in peace? 

I watch as the doorknob rattles, revealing the nameless boss. 

"Where...where am I?" I ask as he stares at me through the darkness. 

"My house." He says coolly, and instead of feeling fear, I felt slightly relieved. 

I reach up to touch where I was hit, to find that it was sewn shut and cleaned. 

"Did you do this?" I asked and he nods his head. 

"Th-thank you" I whisper, my mouth dry, and my stomach starting to growl loudly into the silence.

I feel my faced heat up as I wrap my arms around my stomach to try and silence it. 

After a beat he asks "You hungry?" 

I nod my head watching as he opens the door wider, an invitation for me to follow him. 

I get out of the warm bed trailing behind him. As we walk down the grand, double marble staircase, I realize how big his house is. If it can even be called that. 

The all white decor seemed like a bad idea on paper, but here it looked like a dream. The marble floors were reflecting the light of the crystal chandeliers above us. I grip onto the obsidian colored railings as I look out windows, that stretched from the floor all the way up to the ceiling. It was pitch black outside, but I could still make out the outlines of the rows of cars, parked in front of the house. 

"Hurry up." He calls from the bottom of the stairs and I'm dragged back into reality. 

I jog into the kitchen, standing awkwardly by the door until he nods at a seat tucked into the kitchen island. 

He takes out a box of pasta, beginning to dump it into a pot of boiling water.

"No." I immediately call out.

He turns back to look at me with a curious expression. 

"You're supposed to add salt to the water first not just dump all the pasta in there." I say as I begin to stand, reaching up to open the cupboards in a search for salt. He hands it to me from a shelf at the very end of the kitchen and begins to lean on the counter, watching me. 

I watch him from the corner of my eye, how he has begun to roll his shirt sleeves up until it couldn't go past his elbows. His tattoos clinging onto one of his arms. I swallow hard as I attempt to divert my attention back to the food. 

I find my eyes wandering over to him again as he pushes his hand through his now unruly hair. 

"Can you stand somewhere else please." I say as I finally look up into his amused face. "You're distracting me." 

"You're distracting yourself sweetheart." He says but he abides and moves towards the fridge. 

He brings over some tomatoes and other ingredients setting them down beside me. 

"Who are you?" I ask as I start cutting.

"You're in my house, cooking in my kitchen. I should be asking the questions here." 

I look up at him with an annoyed expression, but his stone, cold face doesn't budge. 

"I'm Isabella Martinez." I say, watching a glimmer of recognition light across his face. "I know you're the boss but who are you?" 

After a beat he speaks. "Massimo Giordani." 

I take out another pan, adding all the ingredients in for the sauce.

"An Italian who can't cook pasta?" I question aloud under my breath.

"Excuse me?" He asks, his eyebrows knitted together. 

I ignore him, finishing off the dish and plating it up. 

"I'm not hungry." He says just as I was about to place the rest of the pasta in another plate. 

 I take my own plate, sitting down I start to eat it whilst he watched me carefully. 

Awkward much?

"Do you want to start recording me? Then it will last a lifetime." I say mid bite. 

Amusement dances in his eyes as he says. "I haven't had anyone speak to me the way you do Miss Martinez." He stalks closer to me, leaning across the counter until face was inches away from mine. "And I don't like it." 

I gulp down my food, coughing at how slowly it went down. He draws back away from me. 

"Why are you working in my club?" He asks just as I finish my coughing fit. 

"It was the only place that was hiring." I say in a croaking tone. 

He rubs his hand across his jawline. "Any other reason?" He prods on and I shake my head. 

"Are you looking for another reason?" His curious eyes dart to mine but before he could say anything I interrupt him. 

"What do you do? I mean, you can't just own a club and be living like a king in here." I wave my arms at my surroundings. 

"That's not for you to know sweetheart." 

"Don't call me that." I mutter, watching his lip twitch. 

"Do you have a place to stay?" He asks breaking the heavy silence. 

"No." I reply bluntly thinking about the motel that was probably my worst nightmare.

He stays silent for a minute, deep in thought. I watch as his brows furrow together. 

"I have a proposition for you." I look up from the now empty plate of food. "You can work with my team as a maid and you can stay here whilst you get back on your feet."

"Why are you doing this for me?" 

"I wish I had an answer to that." He mutters under his breath. 

Instead of provoking him into retracting his offer, I extend my hand. 

"Deal." I say. 

He looks at my hand questioningly before grabbing onto it harshly. His rough skin grips onto my hand for longer than necessary as he stares deeply into my eyes. I feel the pitter patter of my heart, getting louder and louder through every passing second. 

I draw my hand back, wanting to get away from him so that he couldn't hear how my body was reacting to his touch. 

I turn around to start to leave but his voice stops me yet again.

"By the way, you have a little something there." He says taking his thumb and gently grazing the side of my lip. I hold my breath as he places his thumb into his mouth. I start to blush profusely as he walks out chuckling.