Eres Mía

~ 5 ~

i do bad things... and i do em well

Lucía POV
Enzo opened the doors and when he did a array of colours flashed before my eyes.
Beautiful paintings with gold frames hung from the walls and a grand chandelier stood still in the middle of the ceiling.

"I come in here sometimes to think." He explained after a moment of silence.

In the corner of the room was a grand piano; its black and white keys being the only monotone colour in the room.

The ballroom, as he called it, was luxurious. My eyes went over each and every painting, taking in all the details of the masterpieces before me. Degas, Raeburn: the works. I went up to the piano and traced my fingers along the keys.

"Do you play?"

"Used to. Do you?" I shrugged.

Enzo stays silent as he takes a seat on half of the piano stool. He pat the other half, asking me to sit and I did. He started playing a familiar tune to one of my favourite songs. Talking to the moon. He played it so beautifully then he stopped.

"Why did you stop?" I said, frowning slightly.

"Play something for me instead."

I almost didn't notice, but he flashed a small smile at me. I started playing a song and after a while he joined in. It sounds amazing and he picked it up quickly.
I stopped and removed my hand from the keys. Enzo looked at me but didn't say anything.

"Why did you bring me here? To Italy?"

"You have caused a dis-"

"Disruption in your business, you mentioned but i'm gonna need some more details than that. What kind of disruptions?"

"Your parents aren't who you think they are. The ones you have in Boston? They aren't your real parents and they've been paying me to keep quiet since I was the one who figured it out.

I threatened to tell you which they didn't like the sound of. A few weeks ago the payments stopped. I planned to kidnap you and bribe them to give me the money I asked for which they were paying in instalments."

I felt my chest tighten. The news didn't surprise me, but the backstory did. I had been looking into who my real parents were but I pushed all thoughts of ever being with them when I found them.

Enzo looked at me, as if he was searching for a thought or emotion.

"Would you like anything? Since you can't
leave the guest room, do you want something to entertain yourself?"

"Do you have any books? Or a laptop?"

"I can get you a book. We have a great library with books on many topics."

"Any 19th century fiction is okay with me."

"I'll leave it in your room." he answered shortly.

Enzo stood and started to walk to the door. when he reached it, he turned to me and said:

"You can stay here for a bit, but once you're bored you have to go to your room immediately. Don't try to run away. I will catch you again. Remember, up the stairs then fourth door on the left."

"Got it Boss."

He chuckled, but before he left I called to him.

"Enzo?"

He hummed.

"They won't give you the money. I know them and I doubt they would pay you all the money for me. Even if you don't believe me, just consider it before you ask for it. "

Enzo nodded in confirmation, then left me alone with my thoughts.