Running from Leo

CHAPTER 25: His promise

This is a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.

Following the capo to some place in the middle of the night.

I don't get it. What just happened? I was supposed to be screaming, shouting and probably putting up a fight with him. And he was supposed to be doing the same, then why the hell am I following him slowly after a few sudden turn of events which included kissing the life out of me and him requesting me to come with him?

I feel like I am going to pass out anytime.

Yet here I am, silently following the man who is responsible for my miseries.

My body is aching, my lips tingling from the events in his office. Who does he think he is?! Leonardo Agostini has no right to touch me, hurt me and let alone to kiss me! I am a woman who has the right to refuse anything which I do not like and I do not like this man for everything he has done to me.

With my arms crossed, I kept glaring at him while he kept walking in front of me with a straight posture and like a man in power he is, not to forget the part where he is completely ignoring me, the events that took place in his office and the word he used only a few minutes ago.

My face fell and I stopped when I saw him opening a door and getting inside the room. The hell? I am not going in there! I have already landed on the lion's back and jumped into his mouth only to find that he never closed it. There's no way I'm going to enter the lion's den.

To hell with it, because I am not going to enter the Agostini son's bedroom!

I stayed on my spot. After a brief moment or two, I saw the capo walking backwards, then he stopped right in front of me and looked over his shoulder.

"Come in."

"No."

"Please." There he goes with that word.

Wordlessly, I followed him inside, my eyes down on the carpeted floor and stopped right in the middle when I heard the door shut close.

How do you knee a man in his groins? Should I use my left knee or right? Or perhaps I should punch him in his stomach and make a run for it. Run? Ha. That's hilarious because I have no place to run.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

A glass of poison for you would be absolutely perfect. Maybe add some ice in it?

As thirsty, hungry, tired and weak I was like a woman stranded in a desert for days, I shook my head slowly, rejecting his offer.

"Here." I backed away from him when he stood in front of me. I saw a glass full of water in his hand.

I shot him a glare, but I didn't take the glass from his hand. He muttered something in Italian under his breath and kept the glass on the table nearby.

The capo's room was similar to the one I had right beside this. Except the walls were having the colour combination of black and grey instead of yellow and orange. The same old balcony door, super fluffy looking bed which had grey and white striped bed sheet and very strangely, it had a huge mirror beside his bed. I never understood this. I have been in his room before, obviously to mop the floor and stuff, but never understood why he had a mirror hung up on the wall, right beside his bed while the other rooms have it in their walk in closets or beside their wardrobes.

Maybe he likes looking at himself first when he wakes up? Ugh. What am I even thinking?

My eyes went on the table when I felt his on me.

"You should have shot me again." I murmured in the silence.

"I didn't wanted to." My eyes went in his direction and saw him sitting on a chair, near the open balcony door.