Running from Leo

CHAPTER 37: The questions

"So..." I sang awkwardly. "I had a great morning today. What about you guys?"

A pin drop silence.

"That busy?" I gasped, covering my mouth in shock. "My, my, you guys should think about taking a day off from whatever work you do. It would really help. Maybe go to spa and get a massage or something?"

"Grazie, Amy. We will surely take your suggestion into consideration." Adrian said flatly. "Who knows? Maybe you will serve us some drinks?"

I laughed nervously. "Serve? Me? Pfft! No. I don't do serving."

He hummed, tapping his chin. "I wonder why I saw you serving breakfast to padre."

"That was one time." I mumbled and averted my eyes from him.

While Adrian glared at me, Leonardo was staring out of the closed balcony, deep in his thoughts. He hadn't spoken a word to me since him and his brother barged into my bedroom only a few minutes after I came in and I am worried about it. I am not scared of his father, not anymore though, but he was intimidating and I didn't like it. Especially after what he said before I dashed out of his office.

"Leo?" I whispered softly and poked his arm. He hummed and faced me. I swear I felt something tugging in my chest when I saw disappointment in his eyes. He is disappointed at me.

"Si?"

And why am I so much bothered about it?

"Everything alright?"

"Si. It is. Just thinking about few things. That's all."

"Let me guess," Adrian spat. "Thinking about how I dragged you out of your early morning paperwork or how your genius mind made up some excuse to get Amy out of there?"

I shot him a glare. "You're not helping at all, Adrian. So shut up."

He scoffed. "Right. It's my fault. If I hadn't been there, who knows what padre would have done or worse, what he would have asked to you."

"Are you blaming me?" I asked in disbelief. "Let me tell you something. Nobody is at fault here. I was free, the usual women who serve him were sick so I took their place, correction, I had no choice but to take their place. You think I wanted to go near your dear old daddy and give him his goddamn tea? Of course not! I prefer getting shot than serving him."

Adrian picked up the bowl of chocolate syrup from the table and a spoon then dipped it in. He took a spoonful of the syrup and shot me a look. "So proud to hear that you think our father is an a-hole because we think so too." He drank the syrup and moaned. "Yum... Hershey's."

I gave him a stink eye. "Then why the hell were you saying things like that?"

"Had to play the role of a strict elder fratello because he," He pointed the spoon in the direction of his brother who was again staring at the balcony, "is not gonna do anything."

"Oh." I mumbled. "Very well then, carry on with your syrup."

"What did padre mean when he said it was good to hear from you again?" The Agostini son asked after a momentary silence. "Have you met him before? Had a conversation with him?"

"I... I don't know..." I mumbled sadly. "The only thing I know about your father is that he is the one who brought me to this mansion and he also happens to be a very bad news."

"Then maybe you met him before everything that had happened?" Adrian suggested.

"I don't think so." I answered honestly. "I mean, a man like that, with all the power and authority, I would have remembered him, but I don't even know how he looks like and to say that I have met him before? It doesn't sound right, Adrian. Besides, you are forgetting the part where I actually woke up here and not walk into this place on my free will."