"Go away!" I groaned, turning from the sound and sighed happily when the annoying beep stopped.
It was surely less than a minute later when the same annoying blare sounded again and I was sure to lose my fucking mind if it didn't stop.
My head turned to the sound, and I angrily pushed my hair out my face to see what the cause was. Another groan sounded from me as I gripped the strands on my head and realized I fell asleep with no bonnet on again.
"Fuck my life, honestly." The sound was coming from the nightstand and when I saw that it was my phone my anger dissipated.
I grabbed the device, seeing all the notifications from Jazmine, a few from my mom and dad, and a shit-ton from Antony who was the reason it was currently going off. You'd think 9am would be a bit early to blow someone up.
To give myself time to prepare to read all the messages, I decided to get up and get dressed. It was a bit chilly out and I decided some flat boots over my jeans with a leather jacket would do the trick to fight the fall weather. My outfit choice was also a product of the clothes I was able to find since everything was still packed in boxes.
Once I finished brushing my teeth and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail, I finally went out to try and find Niccolò. The house was empty, with not even the patter of Zuko's paws telling me that I was alone.
"Seriously..." it was bizarre that the man thought it was okay to leave me alone in his house.
Instead of dwelling too much, I instead went through my messages.
Jaz: You owe me big time, you slut! They almost put out an APB on you.
Jaz: I need details as payment btw. How's la familia treating you? LOL!
I only shook my head at her messages but I knew Jaz had my back. She'd get all the details she wanted.
Ant: Babe, where the hell are you?
Ant: I'm seriously worried, Jaz says you're fine but I haven't heard from you.
Ant: I went to your place and it was empty? Call me please I'm worried.
Ant: I'm sorry.
Antony's last message confused me. What need did he have to apologize. I sighed thinking he probably thought he did something wrong and forced myself to push away the guilt.
Ma: Please use protection darling, the wedding hasn't happened yet so let's save the babies for later. It'd be nice to see your face at home by the way, love you.
Yup, that'll do it.
The last message from my mom was all I needed to drop my phone. I replied to Jazmine telling her thanks for covering for me although I had no clue what she told everyone.
Looking around the living room, I decided there was no way I was planting my ass on that couch another day. I wasn't in pain and it wasn't as if I suffered some major accident. It was a minor traumatic experience at max.
With that thought in head, I called myself a driver and grabbed my bag. When my car arrived and I climbed in, I wasn't surprised at the car following us through Niccolò's gates.
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Antony was stuck to my side from the minute I walked through his door.
"And you don't know what happened to them?" He was pouring me orange juice seeing as he agreed to eat breakfast with me.
I chewed the rest of the crepe I had in my mouth, "nope. Don't really care to find out either." My story was pretty vague as I was relaying the events to Antony. There was no way I was going into details about what happened with Niccolò. It just felt wrong to do. A part of me also wanted to keep the information a secret with how the man was pestering me for answers.
"I don't get it." He took a seat beside me scoffing at my feet up on his coffee table. "Surprised they even made it to the table."
"Don't come for my height asshole!" I couldn't help but laugh with him despite my thoughts.
We talked some more, him trying to pry about my whereabouts for the last couple days and me trying to tell stories without mentioning the man I'd been spending most of my time with.
Ted, or Tom, I could never rememner his name, walked in and cleared his throat. Ant looked to him before looking back at me to send me a smile. "I'll be right back." I nodded and continued eating, picking the green grapes from the red ones because they were my favorite.
When all was left in plate was red grapes, I frowned pushing the bowl away only to realize Antony never returned. A glance at my watch told me he had been gone for about five minutes and I finally decided to get up and go looking for him. What's with these men and leaving me waiting.
My body tensed the minute I stepped outside and I saw the frame of the man I could pick out in any crowd. Seeing Niccolò had my steps quickening and I wasn't shocked to hear the harsh tone coming from both men.
Elias was the first to see me and I sent him a small smile when he tipped his head in greeting.
My eyes locked with Niccolò's and his blatant anger was evident. "Let's go."
Antony cut in before I could reply, "maybe it's time you get the hell off my property and watch how you talk to my wife." Niccolò's jaw tensed but his eyes didn't stray from mine. I couldn't help the incredulous look I sent to Antony at his sudden declaration. His what?
Niccolò took a step forward to grab my hand but Antony stepped in front of me immediately, blocking the man from being able to have contact with me. "Put your hands on her and I put a bullet through your skull мудила ёбанный ." [Motherfucker]
The words sent off a domnio effect because I catch when Elias' hand reaches behind him and suddenly Tom and the rest of the men around Antony draw for their guns.
"Elias." The one word from Niccolò halts Elias and after a short pause he drops his hands from the weapon. My heart is in my throat and I can't help my confused gaze at the fact that Niccolò seemed strangely unbothered. How was the man not fearing for his life?
Regardless, I'm filled with relief when hands drop from their weapons though the air is still stiff with tension. Niccolò's eyes are back on me when he speaks, "now."
Without waiting for my reply, he turned and started walking back to his car, flying the back door open and leaning against it waiting.
I turned to Antony, giving his arm a squeeze to soften the blow my words might give. "I'm gonna take care of this."
His confused expression forced me to reach up and give him a hug so I could speak in his ear, "trust me. I'll call you, okay?"
"Quinn. You know you don't have to go."
"I know." I stepped back, letting him know it was my choice.
"Okay."
I gave him one last smile before turning to head to Niccolò whose eyes were narrowed into slits watching my interaction with Ant.
The minute I climbed into the car, he was in after me slamming the door shut, and Elias was speeding out of the pebbled driveway. The events were still processing, not only the fact that the cat was out the bag as far as who I'd found myself hanging around but I was nervous to find out what the men spoke about before I'd gotten there.
My phone beeped and I looked at the message only to hear another notification.
Ant: Please come back.
Jaz: Antony definitely knows about your boyfriend.
Her message was followed by a screenshot of Antony asking how well I knew the Capellos. Shit. I locked my phone, deciding to handle it another time. I had a feeling my plate would be full with a certain Italian man.
The entire ride was filled with silence, and the only indication that Niccolò was pissed was his fingers tapping impatiently against his thigh. I admired the C engraved in the ring on his pinky. The more I looked at the ring, the more feminine it became and it made me wonder where he got it.
Caught up in my thoughts, I let my eyes stray to his face and almost laughed at his expression. Almost. I couldn't understand why he was so pissed but it didn't seem like a good idea to provoke him.
"Let's not play the staring game right now Rosalyn." Rosalyn. He was indeed upset.
The minute Elias pulled up the driveway, Niccolò's door was flung open and I was left following his long strides.
Not an easy task.
When I did finally get inside and slid the door close, I turned to see him already staring at me.
I couldn't ignore how pissed he seemed as he ran his tongue over his teeth. It was his only tell as he stood with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Why do you insist on defying me?"
The eye roll came before I could stop it. "You dragged me here to ask a question?" I slid off my jacket, throwing it over the arm of the couch and moved to walk past him into the kitchen.
Only, I didn't get far before I felt Niccolò's fingers wrapping around the back of my neck to bring me towards him. The shock was probably evident on my face but Niccolò didn't seem to care.
He stood a bit straighter, forcing me on my toes in order to lessen the discomfort on my body. The groan I released forced me to roll my bottom lip into my mouth to stop myself from voicing my pain. Niccolò's eyes darkened as he watched me.
His grip on the back of my neck tightened as his fingers spread to pull me tighter and I couldn't help the soft whimper that left me.
I felt him angling my head to expose my neck and I couldn't help my grip on him when I felt his nose run the length of my neck. Goosebumps spread across my skin and it didn't help when I felt his tongue run the length of my cheek, dipping into the dimple in my cheek before covering my mouth with his when I gasped.
Kissing him felt the same, but different. His lips felt familiar but the harsh stroke of his tongue against mine had me reaching up to grip onto him with my free hand. No matter how much I told myself I needed to stop, it was as if his touch ignited a flame inside me that I didn't know had been put out. He threatended to burn me in his wake, to leave nothing behind, and I welcomed his distruction.
I panted out against his lips feeling the tug on my belt and caught up in the fog of his lust, I didn't realize he had unlooped the thin leather from around my waist. It didn't register until my hands were bound behind my back and I couldn't pull them free.
I stumbled back, confused. "Nico..."
Niccolò took a daunting step towards me and I let out a surprised yelp when he bent and threw me over his shoulder. "Lets go somewhere today."
"Is that now? Or after you're done tying me up." He hummed, tapping his fingers against my thigh and I tried to stop myself form being affected by the small action. I could make out him taking the path to his room and I could only groan when he threw me on the bed.
My chest was rising as I took him in. His stare was dark, promising, and my compromising posititon had my heartbeat erratic. "Let's have some fun first shorcake."
let's have some funnnn
well at least Nico's definition of fun...
hope you enjoyed, see ya next time <3 - AJ