Lost (Rewrite)

Chapter 15- The dare

Recap...

I turn towards Vincenzo and say "Your blueprints are with his boss. Can we go now?"

"No, ask him where his boss is."

Ariana:

We arrive back at the penthouse at 8:47 and I immediately go to my room despite Vincenzo's protests.

I'll probably pay for that later.

I had just enough time to change into comfy clothes before he knocks on my door.

"Go away."

He just unlocks my door and walks in glaring at me.

"Come downstairs now."

"Why?" I cross my arms.

"If you don't come out I will take this door off it's hinges."

I walk out of the room without a word and go to the kitchen.

He starts chopping up vegetables clearly upset.

"What was with that guy?"

"Nothing you need to know."

"I did just help you with your interrogation and sat there watching your attempts at one for hours. All for blueprints."

He huffs but says nothing.

"So now your ignoring me?"

"This is my home, my rules Ariana."

"I can go if you want."

He laughs. "I can send you away in a body bag. Is that what you want?"

"That sounds nice."

"No, it doesn't," he says grimly.

I roll my eyes "It's not you in a body bag."

He turns around and makes his way towards me close enough that I can feel his body heat.

"And its not going to be you in a body bag either."

"So you're going to make me suffer here?"

"I hardly see you suffering here."

"I don't have my freedom, that is torture."

He cocks his eyebrow turning his head to the side.

"Have you deserved freedom?"

I don't answer which makes him lean down closer.

He studies my face an unknown look in his eyes.

"Once you earn your freedom you can go out."

I scoff. "And how do I do that Mr. Catalano?"

His eyes turn darker and he simply says "Figure it out." Before walking back to his vegetables.

The dinner was good and uneventful.

Vincenzo barely talked to me the entire time so I ended up watching TV on the couch while he worked upstairs.

I watched 3 movies before I decided to binge a TV series.

I was on the 7th episode when Vincenzo walked into the room and shut off the TV after turning the lights on.

He walked over to the couch and I sat up glaring at him.

"Get up."

"Why?"

"It's 1:00 in the morning, you're going to bed."

"And why do you get to decide that?" I ask standing up.