•Innocence•

•44• Truth•

Arabella's pov

After being forced up the stairs and back into our room, Leo slams the door behind us and locks it.

I take my first glance at him, his shirt covered in blood, a scratch down his left cheek.

I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out, and I think it's best even though I have a thousand and one questions for this man right now.

His jaw clenches as he walks closer to me, he's not as angry as expected but he isn't happy.

"What the fuck were you doing down there!" He crosses his arms over his broad chest I gulp.

My palms are sweating and I am beyond nervous.

"I was just talking to Willow it's really not a big deal."

I watch as he visibly gets angrier, I start to move further back, he grits his teeth. "No big deal? You cant just do what ever you please when you please, there are dangerous men around here Arabella."

Clearly there's something going on that he hasn't told me about...

"Why do you care so much? You have been gone for hours on end with no explanation clearly you don't care about me enough to even tell me where you were!" I shout. Losing my patience with this man, my blood is boiling as I try to contain myself.

A smirk slips on to his face and I just would love to slap it off right now how could he possibly be finding this amusing in any way possible.

Before he can even respond, I continue. "And now you come back and your covered in blood and your even hurt!" I pause, my eyes watering over.

"I was worried, I hate to admit it but I was worried about you." I tried so hard to push my tears back but some fled out against my will, I wouldn't help it I was a mixture of angry and emotional right now.

I didn't want to cry, I'm a ugly cryer!

He just stood there without saying a word, he was probably stunned that I even cared and didn't know what to say.

He runs his hand over his stubble, "you don't ever need to be worried about me kitten." His voice deep as he steps closer to me.

"I can look after myself." He adds, obviously I know he can look after himself but that wasn't what I meant.

He never fucking understands. "That isn't what I meant." At this point in starting to get frustrated with him.

"Then what did you mean?" He challenged me.

His eyes narrow on me as I narrow mine back at him. He wants to be a smart ass, I most definitely can be one too.

I am nervous, I won't  that

Before I could speak he talks over me. "Cut the attitude and answer the question."

I gulp. "I don't underestimate the fact that you can't look after yourself, b-but how an I supposed to not be worried when you come home looking like this?" I'm now emotional and frustrated.

He lets out a groan, "Lets just say I had to deal with some business."

That doesn't tell me much does it now? God he's just annoying me further and further.

I don't push him further, because I don't think I even wanna know what business he was up to. He's a Mafia don for fuck sakes.

He finally takes a moment to analyse me, his eyes flash the second he sees the bruise on my neck, he takes a step forward, I take one backward.

"What the actual fuck happened to you!" He basically yells, startling me.

Oh shit. I cant tell him!

His nostrils flare as he starts to visibly get angrier, I could only imagine what he is currently thinking. And quite frankly, I don't want to know.