My Obsession

Chapter 3

My Obsession

Amara's POV

" You should get yourself cleaned up" He says in a heavy accent wiping his hands with a clean napkin, i was still on the floor. Frozen. The body was laying near me, his eyes were still open. I shivered glancing away from the body, shutting my eyes trying to think something other than this. " hey" He kicks my leg trying to grab my attention, i quickly scooted away hugging my knees close to my chest. I Mumbled softly to myself, trying to remain calm.

I glance back around seeing the mafia ordering his other men's, i'm assuming to get rid of the body. I drift my gaze down to his feet noticing he starting walking towards me, i turn my head away not wanting to see him. From the corner of my eye i see him now standing in front of me, kneeling down as he hands dangled slightly from his knees. " Listen, you do not have to be scared. I won't hurt you-"

" You killed him!" I shouted, staring right into his dark brown eyes. He stares a back before looking away, sighing loudly.

" You Americans are stupid" He mumbles under his breathed. What the fuck did he say?? " All you eat is large portion of meals" What does that have to do anything. I suddenly got up running towards the window, i pulled it up about to jump down when he grabs my waist from behind.

Pulling me away from the open window, i screeched loudly waving my arms around. I was so close damn. " Let me go!". I screamed while he pulled me further away, hugging my waist and throwing me roughly on the bed.

" Comportarsi ( Behave)"

" I don't understand you dickface!"

He stares at me blankly, whilst pointing his finger. " Behave" He says out of breathe, flicking his slightly sweaty hair back. Eyes not as stone cold but a bit softer than before. He looks around and instantly changed his expression, frowning his brows. " Rimuovi il corpo!" I jolt as soon as he screams at his mens, hearing them rushing inside and talking amongst themselves whilst taking the body out.  I cover my face with my hands, not wanting to see any more than i already have.

I felt his hand place on my shoulder and i quickly slap his hand, moving away from him. " No need to be afraid"

" I'm not sleeping in here. So ciao!" I waved in his face, moving to the side and getting out of the bed and walking off. He immediately stops me by grabbing my wrist, pulling me around to face him. Gasping softly when realised how close our faces are, i breathed out heavily eyeing around his face. Slowly returning them to his eyes. " You're hurting me"

I say sternly, glaring into each others eyes before seeing his small smirk appear on his lips. Feeling his hand place behind my back, pushing me even closer and pulling my body over his shoulder. I shake my head. no not this again. I began hitting his back. "Put me down you italian mafia freak!"

I screamed whilst he carries me out of this bedroom, and walking down the hallway. " Shut your mouth American"

" Stop calling me American! I have a name" I say annoyed, as he enters into another bedroom. This was seems more bigger than the other, darker. More like this style. oh god....not his bedroom.