Elena;
Oh, if she was doubtful I could also dish out the right amount of sass and prissy attitude she gives, then she was in for a bout of surprise.
She pushed back the chair she was sitting on, back, as she slowly stood up, eyes blazing, “How dare you? How dare you mention my mother? You have no right…”
“You have no right to mention My mother, bitch,” I chuckled, shaking my head in wonder, as I round the table to get her to her side, “Who the hell do you think you are, anyways? Huh? What gave you the fucking right to think you can talk to me as you deem, please? Huh?”
We were at a face-off. Each breathing heavily, and glaring at the other, “Have you sat down to caution and see for yourself that you are acting like a spoilt brat!? Do you have any idea or recall that we are both strangers to the other? You just met me yesterday and you are already acting like we have been enemies for ages! Gosh! Get a hold of yourself, girl!”
” No, why don’t YOU get a hold of yourself, Elena? And yes, I am a spoilt brat as you said, and you know what? I make sure that I get all and everything I want, including making sure that I never get to see your face again. You are just another one of Angelo’s toys, and it won’t be long now!”
She hissed, and as soon as she was done speaking, she walked right past me, brushing her shoulders on me.
But then, I grabbed a hold of her arm, pulling her back to her spot, ” I am not done with you, girl.”
The mere action caused her to almost stumble on her feet, but my arms on her, held her in place as she shrieked.
“What are you doing? Get your filthy hands off me!”
“Not until you tell me what the fuck you mean by mentioning my mother? You know…you can insult and lash at me all you want because I would definitely put you in your place, but you do not seem to know that the mention of My mother is something I do not take lightly.”
She yanked my hand away from her with so much force and anger, but the next moment, which I definitely was not expecting at all, her palms flew across my face in a loud slap.
Her eyes were blazing as she sneered through gritted teeth, “You should pray, you slut. Pray that you get to see the light of the day tomorrow. You do not know who my father is. And I cannot wait for you to find out!”
I placed a hand on my cheeks, a smile smile playing on my lips, as I held the burning cheek.
At that exact moment, the door to the Kitchen burst open and our gaze snapped towards it.
It was one of Angelo’s men, a tall huge Caucasian guy with a freaky lot of tattoos on almost every part of his exposed body.
He made his way further into the kitchen, and as my gaze followed him, I realized he was holding a package in his hands.
He placed it on the table, and spoke curtly, “For you.”
I blinked when I realized his gaze was on me, but before I could say another word, he had stalked towards the door and stepped out of the kitchen.
I was still staring at the enclosed package when I heard her scoff, “What are you, a kid? That he had to get you food. Ugh!” She rolled her eyes with an irritated look in her eyes.
At the mention of food, my stomach growled loudly, and I darted my gaze to the package.
Food?
Angelo sent me a meal?
I was too shocked and hungry to even realize when she left the kitchen, the door opened and closed harshly after her.
I reached out to the package and began to unravel it. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled my nostrils but made me furrow my brows more.
Cooked food?
I couldn’t understand.
Why would he get me food?
How did he know?
I shook my head as the thought of it all only made me hungrier and more confused.
So, I did what I knew best. I brought out a chair, relieved to see it was my favorite pasta.
I had begun eating even before I sat, the creamy taste filling my taste buds.
At that exact moment, the door burst open again, and with an almost full mouth, I glanced up.
This time, it was Dominic, Angelo’s right-hand man.
The moment his eyes rested on me, he froze in his steps. Watching me carefully.
“Um…” I swallowed the pasta in my mouth, taking a seat on the chair, “Care for some?”
He started at the meal on the table, and then at me.
“No. Thanks.”
It wasn’t until he began to take some steps back, that I noticed he was holding onto something in his hands… some things he was trying to put behind him.
“Is that for me?”
He hesitated for a while like he was having an internal battle in his head.
“It was, yeah. But seems you are..”
Oh!
“You brought me food too? First Angelo and now you? What is going on?” I chuckled, as I grabbed a forkful of pasta into my mouth.
“What?” He took some steps towards me, with an inquisitive look on his face, “Angelo? What do you mean?”
“Oh, well. I was surprised too. I wondered how he knew I was hungry. For a stone-cold Alpha male, he can be quite sensible at times.”
It all happened at once, even as I could not process it all.
Dominic grabbed the plate from my hands, and at the same moment, I felt a sharp burning pain in my abdomen.
“Shit! Who gave this to you?” His voice was panicky and angry, but I could hardly process his words as a scream escaped my lips, Oh god, what is happening? It burns. It burns… ARGHHHHH!!!”
I felt Dominic’s hands on my back as he tried to keep me steady.
“You have to stay awake. Who gave you that? The meal. Which gave it to you!?”
But I could not. I could not speak out as I suddenly did not have the energy to even breathe anymore.
“Fuck!?”
His widened panicked eyes were all I saw before I was enveloped in darkness.