Mafia's girl

Chapter 12

Alessandro's mansion above. It's not where he use to stay AKA where Isabella had access to. That was one of his penthouse.

Alessandro's POV
  "Aaahhh! Help me. The scream tore through the night. I reach for my gun and ran down the hallway to her room. I flung the door open to find her twisting and turning on the bed.
     Tangled in the bedsheets, she was drenched in sweat despite the air conditioner. She was having a nightmare. I gently reached for her. "Alessandro please don't hurt me. I would do whatever you want" she cried.
     I flinched in shock. Taking her in my arms, I gently cooed her awake.
    She opens her eyes, disoriented, she looks around  her. When her eyes settles on her she flinches.
       "It's okay, you are safe. You had a nightmare, I would never do anything to hurt you"I tell her.
      I get up and pour a glass of water from the bottle by the bed and hand it to her.
    She takes the glass and gulp it down. I collect the cup from her.
   "What time is it?" She asked. "It's past three in the morning" I reply.
    "I'm sorry for waking you up" she says. "It's fine. I wasn't really asleep. Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?" I ask
     "No, it's okay. I'm fine now" she replies. "If you need anything, I'm just a few doors away"I tell her and exit the room.
      I had a nagging feeling at the back of my mind. What exactly went on at that place,when she was abducted. What was she not telling me. I shake it off and went back to bed.
    
Priscah's POV
     I wake up that morning to the smell of coffee wafting into the room. I brush my teeth and follow the smell of the coffee. I meet pam on the landing and we both head to the kitchen.
    As we get there, I see Alessandro behind the cooker making breakfast. As he hears us, he turns to us and smiles.
     "Buongiorno amore mio" he turns to me and says. "Good morning" I reply.
    "I made you guys typical Italian breakfast. You can have cafe latte or just coffee if you want. The bread is called fette biscottate, and cookies" he says.
       "Wow, a billionaire that cooks. Priscah what the hell are you doing rejecting this man" Pam says. "Marry me? She doesn't deserve you" she exclaims dramatically. I jab her with my elbow.
    "I might just take you up on that offer" he winks at her. I roll my eyes. "Let me know when you guys have the wedding planned, I would be the maid of honor gladly" I say.
    "Oh would you?" Pam copes. "Any for my best friend" I reply laughing. "I would rather you be mine" he interrupts, nudging me gently to a seat at the saint dining table. "Yours?" I reply. "Yea, just mine" he says biting a cookie.
      We settled down and have breakfast. I take in the view of the house. It's magnificent to say the least. "Are you not going to work" I ask him. "Not while you are in this condition" he replies. "Besides, I'm the boss" he winks.
    I look at him and ask, "So do you have any serious enemies. I mean I know you would have a few. We don't get to the top without stepping on a few toes.
    He looks at me guiltily. Yes, I knew it, there's that guilt.
     Pam clears her throat breaking the tension."We should focus on eating. No gory business at breakfast" she says.I smiled at him and continued eating.
     After breakfast, I retire to my room. This place was really beautiful. A work of art. A part of me wished I wasn't here for revenge. I banish that thought immediately.
     Just then, Pam comes into the room and sits on the bed. "When are you going to tell me what is really going on?" She says.
     I tense, they had made me promise not to tell anyone. Besides, the less she knew, the better for her.
   "What's going on?" I asked playfully. She shakes her head and smiles. "So are we team Alessandro now?" She asked playfully laughing. "Or is it team Luke?"
     "What? I don't even see him that way" I retorted. "So it's team Alessandro then" she narrows her eyes at me. "Well, you could say that, I mean he is taking care of us and all. So naturally it's team him" I say nonchalantly.
     Outside the door, Alessandro who had been bringing her drugs to her, leaned on the door listening. Then smiling inwardly, he knocks the door.