Angela's pov
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After Elijah left again, I went upstairs to my room. It was hard finding it at first but one of the guards luckily showed me the way. I don't think most of them understand English beacuse I tried talking to one of them and they only understood certain words.
I wonder how Elijah sounds when he speaks in Italian...
When I entered the room, I see all the shopping bags on the bed. I walked towards it and took it to the huge closet on the other side of the room.
Standing in the middel of the closet, I looked at all the men's clothes on one half of the closet.
I decided to just put all my clothes on the other side, so that I don't touch or try to move anything that is not mine.
After I was done, I changed into some comfortable clothes. A tank top and some shorts.
I was so tired that I just clasped on the bed. I closed my eyes for a minute, just trying to take a breather from the couple of events that has taken place so far.
I can't believe that the one night that I decided to sneak out, that I actually got kidnapped by a handsome mafia man that doesn't want to let me go for some unknown reason.
I mean, what am I here for? It's not like I can give him information about our family's business because my father always made sure to keep me out of those things.He just wanted to keep me safe...
And look where I'm now.
Far away from my family, in Italy. I wonder what they are doing right now. I don't want them worrying about me.
I wish I had some sort of way to communicate with them.
I quickly sit up and run towards the door. Opening it, I look outside and see a huge bulky man standing outside my door.
He turns to look at me in question. "Is there something you need?" He asks in a thick Italian accent, and I now regret coming outside. Elijah probably said that he should guard the door for incase I leave.
Now I feel like a real prisoner.
"Do you have cell phone I could use?" I ask quietly. He rises one of his eyebrows and takes out his phone.
He dials a number and puts the phone to his ear. "Hello Boss, sorry for disturbing you, but Miss Santiago is asking if she could make a phone call." He asks, more than likely speaking to Elijah.
After a few seconds he just nods and hands the phone to me. "Boss, wants to speak with you." He says before leaving to stand far away enough from hearing distance.
I put the phone to my ear, "Hello..." I say softly.
"Hello Angel," He says with such gentleness that I almost melt into a puddle. "you want to make a phone call?"
"Yes." I say.
"Well, who will this phone call be to?" He asks and I'm suddenly nervous, moving from one foot to another.
"Uhm...can I call my father, Antonio?" I ask and the line is quiet for a few seconds before I hear his voice again.
"What do you want to talk to him about?" He asks and I can tell he's annoyed by how he gritted out his words.
He probably thinks that I will tell my farther where I am. I really want to but I know I can't, otherwise he won't let me talk to them again. And besides I know Elijah won't hurt me, or at least I hope so.
I'm putting a lot of faith into someone I met a few days ago, but I somehow feel safe with him. I don't know why though.
All of this is really confusing.
"Don't worry, I won't tell him where I am. I just want to talk to him, and tell him that I'm fine." I say, a bit more confident now.
I hear some shuffling in the background and hushed talking. "Wait until I get home, I'll be there in a few minutes." He says before hanging up the phone.
I sigh and give back the phone to the guard and go into the room. At least he didn't say 'no'. Maybe he'll let me talk to them, even if it's just for a few minutes , that's all I want.
After a few more minutes dinner is brought up to me and I thank Mrs Perez. I haven't spoken to her since the morning I woke up here. I'll make sure to have a little chat with her again, she's really kind and caring.
When I was done with my dinner, I just sat on the bed, waiting for Elijah to come. He said he would be here in a few minutes but it's been two hours already.
I close my eyes for a few minutes, just wanting to rest my eyes. I guess the long day is finally catching up to me. I make myself a bit more comfortable, deciding to take a quick nap.
***
The bed slightly dips on my side of the bed but I ignore it. Suddenly I feel a rough and slightly calloused hand caresse my cheek.
I slowly flutter my eyes open and see Elijah.
He looks tired.
Glancing at the small digital clock on the bedside table, I see that it's already past midnight.
Did I really sleep that long?
I sit up and finally notice the blanket that was thrown over me. I look up at him again and he gives me a small smile.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he says and I just nod, still feeling a bit tired, "do you still want to make that call?"
I look at him again and finally notice small spots of blood on his white dress shirt and a bruise vorming on his cheek.
My eyes go wide. "What happened?" I ask while softly holding his face in my hands examining the bruise.
He just holds my hands in his and lowers them. "Don't worry about that. Do you still want to call your father?" He asks again.
I shake my head no, "It's fine, I can call tomorrow." I look at him and he just sighs.
"Okay." he says quietly and gets up from the bed. Before he could leave, I caught his hand and he turned around.
I interlaced our hands and he looked slightly shocked that I did that.
Yeah, I was shocked too.
I pulled him back towards the bed, wanting him sit next to me. He silently complied and sat down, still looking at our hands.
"Tell me what happened." I say quietly, not wanting to upset him. He just takes a deep breath and leans his head backwards against the headboard.
"It's nothing you need to worry about."He says again."Just some business related stuff."
I know it has something to do with his mafia. My brothers used to come late with all kinds of bruises and tried to hide it from me. They also never wanted me to worry.
"Fine, I'll drop it." I say and look down at our hands.
They fit perfectly.
"Are you still mad about the comment I made in the car?" I ask him.
Finally he decides to look at me. He shakes his head and lifts my hand up to his lips, kissing my knuckles.
A small blush covers my face and I look away from him.
"I'm sorry for overreacting. You can call me anything you want." He says and I look at him again. He has a small smile on his face and I can't help but smile back at him.
"So, what did you do when I left earlier the day?" He asks me.
"Nothing much," I shrugged "I just organized all the clothes you bought me and placed it in the closet."
That suddenly reminded me about something I wanted to ask him.
"By the way, who's men's clothes are that in the closet?" I asked him.
"Oh, they're mine." he says with a small smirk playing on his lips.
I fully turn to look at him properly. "What?"
"Yeah, this is my room after all." He says and looks at my shocked face with amusement.
"But I never see you come get your clothes." I say, a bit confused. "Where do you sleep and why are you letting me sleep in your bedroom?"
"I have extra clothes in my office. I also sleep there sometimes, since I work pretty late most nights." He says. "And your sleeping in my bedroom beacuse, you're safer here. No one would try and come into my room without my knowledge."
I look at him intently.
He sleeps in his office?
And why would he give up his comfy bed for me?
Does he really care about my safety that much?
His voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "Well, you should get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow." he says softly and gets up from the bed.
He let's go of my hand and I suddenly missed the warmth of it.
I look up at him again. Is he going back to his office?
I stop him before he reaches the door. "Elijah, wait." I say and he turns around to look at me.
"Yes?"
"Why don't you stay here?" I ask him quietly, suddenly not feeling as bold anymore.
"You want me to sleep here?" He asks.
"Yes, it would be more comfortable for you, than sleeping in your office."
I look up at him again after not hearing a reply.
He has a bright smile on his face and I almost melt at the sight.
"Thank you Angel." He says before walking towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a quick shower first."
I look at him as he goes into the bathroom and I finally release a breath I didn't know I was holding.
I lay back down and put my hands on my face.
I'm still not sure, how to feel about Elijah. He sometimes scares me and makes me want to stay far away from as possible. But he also makes me feel protected and shows me that he cares about me.
This is so frustrating!
I hear the bathroom door open and slowly sit up. Elijah comes out with a towel hanging dangerously low that I'm able to see his V line.
He notices me staring and smirks.
My cheeks heat up and I quickly hide under the covers feeling utterly embarrassed for being caught.
I hear him chuckle and enter the closet, I'm assuming.
A few minutes later I hear some shuffling near the bed. I look up from under the covers and see Elijah laying a blanket and pillow on the couch. He's only wearing a pair of sweatpants and I try to not focus on his very muscular body.
"What are you doing?" I ask him.
"Getting ready for bed?" he replies.
"No, I mean, why are you sleeping on the couch?" I ask him confused. He looks at me and smiles.
"I don't mind sleeping on the couch."
"But the bed is more comfortable." I say while fumbling with my hands.
"Would you be comfortable with me sleeping in the bed with you?" He softly asks me.
"Yes."
He only nods and walks to the other side of the bed. He pulls open the covers and lays down next to me.
After a few more silent minutes, I turn towards Elijah and see him staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought.
"I missed you." he softly whispers, that I almost didn't hear him.
"But you were only gone for a few minutes." I reply confused.
He turns to face me and brings his hand up to my cheek. "I can't believe that you still have this effect on me." he says again and I'm even more confused right now.
"What are you talking about Elijah? You don't even know me." I say.
"I know you, " He says and removes his hand from my cheek and turns back around looking up at the ceiling again. "more than you might think."
I frown and look at him intently, hoping that he would elaborate.
He doesn't.
"Can I hold you?" he softly asks, and I can hear the hesitation in his voice.
My cheeks heat up again. I just can't catch a break.
I don't say anything and slowly move towards him, laying my head on his chest and wrapping my arm around his torso. He's slightly tense for a few seconds before relaxing.
He hesitantly wraps his one arm around me and pulls me closer.
I feel him place a kiss on my forehead and I softly smile.
"Goodnight Angel."
"Goodnight gummy bear."
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