The Mafia's Desire

Chapter 13-Words of Fire

Aurora awoke the next morning to the breeze not so gently nipping at every exposed inch of skin on her. Instantly her body curled as tight as possible into the thin little blanket she had brought up with her. She tried to regain her warmth, but with no avail, she decided this was a stupid decision. Not seeing the stars, definitely not, but staying up here. Because unless the ruthless man had not ordered his staff to ignore every one of her asks, there would be no fire awaiting to warm her blue finger tips.

With a hard bite against her cheek as motivation, Aurora ripped off her blanket and tried to scramble down the roof as quick as possible. But the wind was quicker.

"Ahhh!" She screeched as the cold seeped in and lashed her on the back, against her stomach, and square on the thighs. "Son of a deviled snowman!Stop...being cold!"

"Miss Aurora? Is that you?" A voice called up in worry.

"No it's the elves here early to say the roof is way too cold for Santa," she shot back.

"Miss Aurora?"

"Yes it's me you accursed someone!"

Aurora peered down below from her spot on the edge of the roof, right behind one of the chimneys that was being an absolute doll and blocking the wind for her. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the bodyguard from last night, who had seemingly doubled in visual mass from the extra layers he had acquired.

"You!" She hissed. Angry, and cold, enough to risk her life at the moment, she let one hand go off the chimney to point furiously at him. "How dare you let me go to the roof with the knowledge that Jack Frost was going to sneeze on us in the morning!"

"It's not snowing," the guard scoffed.

Aurora grabbed a handful of jagged rocks from the chimney and chucked them at the guard with all of her frozen might. "Seems like snow to me."

The stones rained down on the poor man's head. He started running in frantic circles to avoid Aurora's 'snow'. After a couple of minutes, when he had realized Aurora was long since out of rocks, he then stopped and glared up at her with a purple face. He opened his mouth repeatedly to release his fat wrath upon her, but even at her taunting smirk, nothing came out.

"That's what I thought," Aurora snorted. "Now get a maid to open my room's window so I can get in! And get a fire and a hot bath going. My fingers are bluer than you on Valentine's Day."

The guard's face reddened. "You do not order us around, 'guest' or not," he snapped.

"What a good soldier," I mocked.

"We take our orders from Mr. Valerio only," the man said stubbornly.

Aurora wrapped the blanket around her, trying to withstand the cold. But she knew she could keep up this tirade no longer. In minutes time, her fingers will have shriveled up and her grip on the chimney will cease to exist.

"Where is Mr. Valerio then?" She caved.

"Busy," the guard smirked.

Aurora rolled her eyes, unaware that her and the guard's versions of 'busy' were completely different. "Fine, Fine, just tell me you didn't know then," She mumbled back.

She needed to get down with or without his help...willingly at least. Aurora surveyed the ground below, and, at last, found a suitable tool to break her fall. Without much more convincing, she let go of the chimney and fell on her 'tool' within the second.

"Oomphhh!" The guard yelped as Aurora bottom hit his plump stomach with a smack.

Aurora didn't feel much better off for her blanket had fell off her during the flight. Making sure to really get in between the ribs, she stomped hard on his chest as she launched herself off him and stood with two feet on the ground (italics). She scooped up her blanket and tied it prompt and tight around her body.