Blinded by hate

Moving in

I'm standing in my new room. It's nice, pretty I like it.

Doesn't fit the whole vibe of every other bit of the house but I appreciate it.

He or someone else mad an effort to make it nice for me. And I can appreciate that.

Even though his house kind of terrifies me.

It's fucking huge.

I counted 10 bedrooms and 12 bathrooms.

What could he need all those rooms for..

Does he often have females over.

Is he still going to have girls over?

Am I okay with that?

No.

I walk out my room quietly all made up for dinner in a simple white dress. On this floor...the fourth and final floor there's not a lot up here.

I counted 5 doors.

That's all.

My room furthest down the hallway.

A bathroom next to mine.

There's still 3 left.

I walk forward and push open the door opposite mine.

I let out a breath.

This room is beautiful, terrifying but beautiful.

Why does he like everything black?

Oh blacks his favourite colour.

I look around the room and glance at the mini floor above dedicated to a closet.

There's no pictures of actual people.

The tree catches my attention.

It's near his bed on the wall a potted plant where white silvery flowers grow.

It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I step forward to touch them when the door opens.

"Нет, я не могу сегодня поужинать. У меня есть жена, я хочу поужинать с ней! Рикардо, я пристрелю тебя в переулке, если еще раз спросишь. Мы будем говорить завтра. Разозлить." Ivan walks in not noticing me as he yells at someone on the phone.

(No, I can't have dinner today. I have a wife, I want to have dinner with her! Ricardo, I'll shoot you in the alley if you ask again. We're going to talk tomorrow. Now piss off)

I am panicked. I didn't know this was HIS room.

His back is too me and I cannot find a good reason as to why I'd be here other than to snoop which I don't think he'd like.

So like a normal person.

I throw myself on the bed. And close my eyes

He turns around.

"malysh what are you-"

He stops his sentence and I pray he thinks I'm sleeping.

I feel the blanket rip off me and I fall off the bed.

"OW" I yell.

He stands over me smirking.

"What are you doing in my room?"

"Oh this is your room? Aha wow who'd have known" i laugh nervously.

"Get your ass downstairs for dinner"

"What are we having?" I ask him moving out his room.

"Whatever the chef made"

"What if I don't like it?"

"Starve"

I cant be arsed to deal with this man.

We walk down stairs and I see the table has been set for two.

I sit at one end and he sits at the other.

We're so far away. This is miserable.

I might not like him but he's tolerable sometimes. Enough for me to get up and move to sit next to him.

"Your supposed to sit-"

"I know that but that makes no sense we're the only people here why would we be sitting across the whole table from each other?"

He blinks slowly.

"No answer exactly so go tuck in" I say smug.

It's chicken, which I like so I happily eat.

We eat in silence but it's not awkward.

When we're done I get up to go.

"Where are you going?" He asks me.

"Um just to go look outside" I say.

"Be safe" he says quietly.

Something odd twinges in my chest.

I must be having a heart attack.

I stop outside and almost faint.

It's a huge garden with rows and rows of different flowers and a huge fountain.

It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I run forwards to look at the fountain.

It's not that deep, I'm not sure what posses me to do it. But I climb in.

Laughing as the cold water hits my skin.

I spin and dance and I think for a moment I can do this. I can live like this.

I fall back into the water, my hair soaked I laugh a bit.

I must look like a fucking idiot.

But what do I care? Who could hurt me?

I'm the daughter of the leader of the Spanish mafia and the wife of the leader of the Russian mafia.

I look up and see Ivan staring at me in the window.

He shakes his head at me and I blow him a kiss.

He looks at me oddly and walks away.

Oh well.