Mrs.Mafia Giovanni

CHAPTER 8

MAZE POV

it's been two weeks since I decided to jump from the balcony

my wrist doesn't pain anymore it's like nothing ever happened except there's a memory

I haven't spoken to Matteo since I got out of the hospital

he decided it was best to lock me up in 'my room' and also shut the door that let out the balcony so it was bye bye fresh air and hello A.C

god I need to get out

all I do now is waste my days watching supernatural world of tv shows like 'supernatural' or 'the vampire diaries' or 'teen wolf' or 'legacies' I think you get the idea

I also have been stuck watching  Gordan Ramsey which is good so I can learn a thing or two more in the kitchen although I'm not in a kitchen and haven't been in one in more than two weeks

a maid brings food for me three times a week, she also blessed me with more clothes than I could ask for, I know it was all his doing but she was the one who brought it in the room and neatly pack it all up

I am forever grateful for her being talkative because if it wasn't for her talking to me I probably would've gone crazy........oh and her name is Jennifer, Jenny for short

I am currently sitting.......... you guessed it in my room alone all frickin alone and Jenny said she won't be coming to work today so imma be alone all day and I'm probably gonna starve times like this I really wish Lucy was here with me, she's the only and closest thing I've got to a family

I wish the other girls were with me or I was with them fucking hell I even wish Chad was here I miss his jokes and his flirty ass

and god do I miss the club I know I never liked it but I miss it-

my taughts got cut short when the the doors lock suddenly indicated with a little tick that it was open

creasing my brows and waiting for the door to open but it never happened

am I hallucinating that the doors open?

I quickly got up on my feet and opened the door and to my great luck it did opened kissing my cross neckless "oh great fucking god thank you" I said looking up at the ceiling stepping outside of my room I sighed closed my eyes and smiled my shoulders dropped a little bit and I relaxed

I suddenly heard foot steps and they sounded close and tensed up again and my eyes shot open and the foot steps haulted

"seems as if you like your doors open" stood before me is the grey eye greak god in sweat pants and a t-shirt

"h-hi" why the fuck am I stuttering 

"no need to be nervous love"

i am not nervous sir and even if I am it's your fault for looking so damn good

"my apologise then, maybe I'll start wearing a bag over my head" he said smirking "it'll help me look less attractive"

what the hell is he talking about

"I'm talking about how to help with your nervousness, I mean you did say it's my 'fault for looking damn good' "

oh my fucking god kill me now I fucking said that out loud

"your said that out loud also" his smirk became bigger " and I don't want to kill you..atleast not yet oh and feel free to wonder around just don't leave "

"ahhh could he be a bigger fucking asshole, I fucking hate him" I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear

"heard that"

"don't care"

I walked around the house well mansion first thing I came across was a set of stairs that we're on both sides at the middle of the hall way and my room was in the left corner all the way to the last room, I walked down the first staircase I found

upon reaching the bottom there was a big painting on the wall of a naked little boy whose back was turned facing me and he was pllaing with  a football

I spend most of the day walking around and let me tell you it was amazing this is the most beautiful place I've ever seen, when I was done exploring I made my way back to my room with a tray willed with snacks and alochol

don't judge me, I'm being kept without my will and I need a drunk so I can handle what happens next

--1 hr after I started drinking--

it's been an hour and I think it's fair to say I'm pretty much wasted I went on YouTube on the tv and blasted my music on all then I went ahead and drank three bottles of vodka a bottle of fireball, a bottle of absolute and I'm making my way through a bottle of Hennessey

I was half way through my bottle of Hennessey dancing on my bed and singing along to 'let it go' by James bay

and I did not hear the door being open, however, my music stopped and I looked at the sexy asshole

Mr.fucking Giovinni

"what's your problem dude, turn it back on" I slurred

"what's my problem? what the fuck is your problem miss Owen?"

"what the hell are you saying?" I squinted my eyes trying to find out what's he's saying but all I heard was 'what' suddenly I stopped hearing anything and everything started spinning and getting fuzzy then everything turned black the last thing I know was falling off the bed and blacking out