His Light, Her Darkness

Chapter 59: Per Favore

Mia Jones POV:

I flinch at the sudden bang which rings through the empty halls of the penthouse.

What the hell is that crazy man up to now?

Slipping from my bed, I leave behind the mounds of blankets which I had been cocooned in for the past hour, thinking about how shit my life is at the moment, and all the questions I want answered. Cookie crumbs fall from my lap onto the carpeted floor, and I leave a trail from the bed to the door until I step outside and shake the rest of the debris off of me.

"Cazzo! Avevo tutto sotto controllo..." (Fuck! I had everything under control...) Matteo yells from down the hall and in his office. His voice is deep and ragged, and even from where I am standing, I can hear his shallow, laboured breaths.

I take a step in his direction. "Stavo per sistemare tutto!" (I was going to fix everything!) Another crash echoes and I falter in my steps.

Maybe I shouldn't go any further.

I don't need to deal with him, after everything he's done to me... Put me through hell and back, I should leave him be.

I don't need to deal with his wrath.

I don't need to put myself through the pain that is Matteo Giovanni.

But if I don't need to do any of that, why am I feeling a pull towards him? Why do I want to know what is wrong? Why am I worried... For him?

Fuck, I can't be developing Stockholm, can I?

I take a hesitant step in his direction. I'll just see what's wrong, and then leave.

I won't talk to him, I'll just have a look inside.

Shuffling towards his office, I stand outside his door, and peer through the small crack where the door was left ajar.

I can't see much besides part of his desk and the window. His shadow dances along the floor as he paces up and down the room. And then suddenly, there's another crash and I watch as if in slow motion, a book stand flies across the room, smashing against the wall.

I gasp and stumble backwards.

"Non nasconderti dietro la porta, se hai qualcosa da dire, dillo." (Don't hide behind the door, if you have something to say, say it.) Matteo growls from inside his office.

Heat rises in my cheeks from having been discovered instantly. A strange sense of Deja vu washes over me, reminding me of the first ever time I met him.

I had fallen into his office, after listening in on him talking about cutting off a man's head. I remember being terrified, yet so drawn to this handsome, dark man. If only I had trusted my gut instinct and everything around me, I wouldn't be where I am now.

Though, I wouldn't have met any of the people I have come to grow close to.

My thoughts wander to Scott.

I hope he's alright. I hate to admit it, but I haven't been thinking about him much lately. Though, I can't seem to think much about anything. As long as he's safe, I can have some peace of mind, and from what I can tell, Matteo and his men haven't discovered him yet.

"I--I wasn't..." I begin, and my eyes widen in surprise when he suddenly opens the door. He towers over me, and stares down menacingly, boring a hole into my skull.

"Hm? Spit it out. Tell me how much you fucking hate me." He grits.

I feel a slight pang in my chest. Why the fuck am I hurt by his words?

"I just... I heard a noise, and came to check if everything was alright." I say.

His face doesn't change from his hardened expression, and only stays cold and distant. "Is that all?" He questions.