Aurora’s POV
“Are you still hell bent on killing Giselle?” I asked Matteo while he sat at the edge of his bed.
He slanted me a surprised look and reverted his attention to his phone which irked me because someone’s life was under threat.
“What I do with her life is none of your business.” He replied curtly and dropped his phone, heading towards the wardrobe. He totally ignored me as I fought hard within myself to finalise my decision.
“It’s my business because that woman is innocent and I won’t allow an innocent person to die again. Not if I can prevent it from happening.” I growled and nearly slapped myself for almost talking about my parents to him.
“Again? Which innocent person died before?” He probed, folding his arms with eyes peering at me.
“Some of my friends were accused of theft so they were burnt to death by the indigenes of the community. I didn’t know about it because it happened while I was at work, it wasn’t until I returned that I was informed.” I croaked.
He huffed and faced the wardrobe, then flinched at me.
“Do you realise that any decision I make will affect my position as the Capo, right?”
I smiled angrily and walked towards him, feeling tense but if doing this would make him release Giselle, then I’d do it gladly. Then I’d also have to hasten up my plans and kill him.
“I know that, Matteo, but I also know that you can take whatever decision you want and make everyone agree with you. Like you said to me some days back, your word is law.” I replied carefully, and stopped myself from telling him about the information Alessio told me.
“Stop this, Aurora and return to your room. I want to be left alone,”
I inhaled deeply and took off my sweatshirt, revealing my red push-up bra. Matteo gasped at the sight of my cleavage and then I reached for the zipper of my jeans and tugged at it.
His jaw ticked and swiftly he reached for my hands to stop me.
“You once challenged me about coming to you easily. You’ve won because I want you to take me so that Giselle can be released.” I whispered and tried to pull my hands from his grip.
His grip was firm as he looked into my eyes hungrily yet with restraint.
“You’re tempting me, Aurora. Is that woman really worth it?” He asked, squinting his eyes.
“She is,”
He looked away and punched the door to the wardrobe so hard that there was a hole in the wood. I gasped at the sight. Several rumours had been said about how strong Matteo was, yet he knew how to be gentle and funny sometimes.
Blood dripped from the cut in his hand and I quickly rushed to the bathroom in search of a first aid kit. I found it in the bathroom cabinet then brought it to him.
I didn’t enjoy seeing the sight of blood, and when it came to him, the horror became worse.
“Please sit so that I can clean you up.” I offered and he sat on the bed as I’d asked and stretched his injured hand.
I opened the kit and took a bale of cotton wool and wiped the blood. I felt uncomfortable with how he stared at me as I didn’t know what he wanted from me.
“Just use the antiseptic wipes then the ointment.” He instructed me.
The blood soaked cotton wool fell from my hands and we both reached for it together. I was faster but his free hand held mine with our eyes locked with each other.
His gaze lowered to my cleavage and he shut his eyes.
“If you keep treating me with just your bra on, I might be forced to go naughty. You don’t know how hard it is for me to control myself while you’re looking this hot,” He growled in a low tone.
My inner thighs pulsated as he stared at me with lust. I hated it when men stared at me lustfully, but for some reasons, I enjoyed Matteo’s hungry gaze and slightly wished that he acted on it.
I ignored him and wiped the remaining blood from his hand. I was about to dab the cotton wool with the hydrogen peroxide I found when I found myself on the bed with him hovering over me.
He bent so low that his bulge pressed on my bare belly button.
“Don’t tempt me, Aurora.” He growled and I shut my eyes, not able to move since he pinned my hands.
I felt a warm liquid dripping on my hands and when I glanced at his hands, the wound had reopened. “Allow me to clean you up, Matteo. Your wound will get infected.” I pleaded.
He let go of me and instead of allowing me to clean up his hands. He did everything by himself.
“Go and change your clothes and ask Ginevra to come.” He ordered as he placed the plaster over the cotton wool and covered the injury.
My brows were furrowed in confusion, but one glare from him sent me running to my room. I changed my top into a comfortable T-shirt and headed for Ginevra’s room.
Her door was left open which was surprising, but I went in to pass Matteo’s instruction to her. The door at the bathroom pushed open and she came out with a towel wrapped around her body, her body dripping with water.
Ginevra was a beautiful woman, she only had a wicked heart and maybe a bad history with men.
“I’m sorry for coming in without knocking,” I apologised.
“What do you want?” Her voice was hostile as usual but I didn’t care.
“Mr Moretti says that you should come to his room.” I informed her and her face flickered with happiness.
I pursed my lips to avoid smiling. Did she think that Matteo wanted anything intimate with her?
“I’ll be there soon,” Her voice became warmer, “you can leave.”
I raced from her room back to Matteo’s room and found him dressed up. He was casually dressed as I was, but he still had an enchanting aura that could compel anyone to do as he wished.
“Are you going out?” I asked.
“Yes, with you.”
Me? I thought and tilted my head in confusion, but he wasn’t ready to explain anything to me.
“Let’s go.” He ordered and walked briskly to the door. “Aurora..” He snapped at me when he noticed that I had zoned out.
We met Ginevra on our way out. She put on a smile when she sighted him until she saw me coming behind him.
“Aurora said that you wanted me to come to your room.”
“Yes. Go upstairs, take the bed sheets to the laundry, then replace the bed sheet.” He ordered and grabbed my hands, leading me out of the house.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see when we get there,” He replied curtly and started the car.
The drive was short and unnerving. I wished for several things while he drove, but the wish which topped the others was that Giselle would be released.
We weren’t related, but I felt a strong bond pulling me towards her from the first day I saw her. He stopped at a building which resembled a club and parked his car.
He reached for my hand and held it, taking me slowly into the building. Some of his men greeted him, then a man who I’d seen with him earlier walked by his side.
“How’s she, Francesco?”
“She isn’t eating anything but I guess she’s fine.”
The building was like the underground club where Matteo and his brother had a sparring match before, but this was different because there were several rooms which were dimly lit with poor lights.
We took a turn and climbed the stairs that led to the ground floor. We stopped at the first room by the right side of the house with my heart thudding fast against my chest.
Francesco opened the door and we all entered the room.
My eyes darted around sharply and then I heard a muffle by the bedside. Giselle sat with her legs folded to her chest with her arms wrapped around them.
“You’re free to go, Giselle.” Matteo announced and my mouth slackened.