My Prisoner

10: Сестра?!

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- TW: slight smut..? Slight mentions of killing
- Mariela's POV:

I sigh as the last drops of coffee in the mug are swallowed. This is my 7th coffee, and I think I'm gonna need more. Why the fuck am I consuming this much coffee? Because I'm trying to find that no good of a fucker. Who? The one who raped Natasha.

It's November 25, which means snow. Ugh I hate snow, I just want to be warm...

I leave my room after staying there for two consecutive nights and enter the kitchen, where I find Natasha sitting on the countertop drinking a hot beverage, and Gio, who is in desperate need of personal space lessons. It's just that the way he gets so close to her bothers me, like Gio, go and kidnap your own woman...she's mine...

"Bonjour (good morning)" I grumble.

"Bonjour, comment ça-va? (Good morning, how are you?)" Gio asks as he gets closer to Natasha.

"Fine..." I mutter as i open the fridge's door to get milk.

"Hey... what's gotten you in such a grumpy mood?" Natasha inquires.

Gio laughs and says "it's snowing outside, she hates the snow, and the cold"

"That's not the reason" I pour the milk and put it in the microwave.

"id est quia necesse est scire deus significationem spatii damnare, quia si pergo hanc propinquitatem tibi evigilare, non puto te illum diem vivere, quo te posueris. (it's because you need to learn the god damn meaning of personal space, because if I continue waking up to you this close to her, I don't think you'll live to the day where you get laid.)" I continue to mutter and widen my eyes as I now realize that Natasha can understand me, it's not that I forget, it's just that I was so used to speaking Latin if I didn't want anyone to understand what I was saying, but now, I can't say anything because she understands every language I can speak in except Arabic, however both Gio and Ella understand it.

"non est tibi molestum? (Does it bother you?)" Natasha teases with a slight smirk.

"maxime (extremely)" I smirk, not sure where all this confidence came from. She also seems shocked as she didn't expect such a blunt response.

"You've been talking in that god damn language a lot lately, Em, which language is it? I thought I knew every language you knew?"

Before I have a chance to tell him to piss off, Natasha answers. "It's Latin"

"You know Latin! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Do I have to justify any of my actions to you?...no I don't think so"

- 3rd person POV:

Gio rolls his eyes and looks at Natasha. "Let me admit though, hearing YOU speak Latin is extremely hot, could leave the strongest of mafias on their knees, with a hard problem". Gio husks and Natasha tries her best not to grimace, hiding her disgusted expression with a seductive smirk, wanting to bother Mariela more.

"I really hope so" Natasha takes a step closer to him and places her hand on his chest, slowly trailing it towards his neck.

Mariela is extremely furious, all she wants to do is rip Gio's hand off before carrying Natasha to her room and fucking her senseless, however she refrains herself from doing so, remembering that Natasha is a lesbian and is most likely puking from the inside. What a tease, you're gonna pay for that sugar... Mariela thought as she sees Gio leaning down to kiss her, deciding to interrupt.

"Okay rabbits, now's not the time-"

"WASSUP BITCHES" Ella loud footsteps can be heard, causing Natasha to quickly part from Gio.