Running Away

/Sofia's POV/

The rays of sunshine that managed to find their way through the cotton blinds succeeded in waking me up, but I was too tired to even move.

I had a slight headache from what happened yesterday, but I didn't mind it. As memories began to flood my head again, I couldn't help but smile.

As a prostitute, I'd had too much sex with several people to even remember what it felt like the next morning. But with Enzo, it was...

It was different.

The way he treated me gently and still devoured me like a demon was something I'd never felt with someone before.

And the way he stared at me with those eyes made me feel lost...

"Cut it out, Sofia", I chide myself. Why the hell was I blushing?

I felt my phone ring, and I checked the time.

9:00 am.

"Shit!", I got up from the bed immediately, not caring if I was strong enough or not.

I had to be at work in the next thirty minutes.

Even though I worked as a prostitute at night, I still had to support it with a waitress job during the day.

I'd just realized that Enzo wasn't on the bed with me the whole time. I scanned the whole room in search of him, but instead, I saw wads of cash sitting on the bed where he was supposed to be.

Of course.

How stupid of me to think that I was falling for him after last night, when I was nothing but a means to ease his balls.

I sighed and took the money and got into the wardrobe to find clothes for myself.

They were oversized, but I didn't have a choice.

I put them on, got out of the room and walked down the hallway to the stairs, hoping I wouldn't get lost in huge condo-

"I'm asking you a question, young man!!"

The firmness from that voice made me shudder, even though it wasn't me it was directed at.

From where I stood, I could see the man that fucked my brains out last night, standing in front of an old man with white hair and rough wrinkles on his face, both from his old age and anger in his system.

He looked like an older version of Enzo, so I instantly knew he was Enzo's father.

"What did I hear about you leaving the condo last night without any guard, only for you to make a scene at the club just because of a lowlife prostitute? Do you have an idea how many rivals and enemies that would've used that advantage to wipe you off the face of the earth?", He rebuked his son.

"I just needed to clear my head", Enzo replied, an emotionless expression pasted on his face.

"And you would've had your mind cleared... Literally. You just keep making reckless decisions that make me wonder if you are even my son."

Enzo rolled his eyes. "I have something to do and a business to run, father. If you don't have anything else to say, I need to leave immediately", he said and made for the door.

"A business where you keep losing millions of dollars?"

Enzo was forced to grind to a halt.

He half turned. "Who told you about it?"

"Oh, you think I wouldn't know? Just because I'm retired, you think I wouldn't hear that a group of rebels in the mafia conspired and was able to run away with fifteen million dollars? Right under your nose?"

"Isabel told you about it, didn't she? That bitch.", Enzo muttered.

"What is your plan to get that money back?",

"I'm on it-"

"It was the same damn thing you said the last time someone stole from you, and you didn't do shit", his father hissed in an agitating manner.

"Allow me to run this business and find the culprits, will you-"

"Oh, I will. Twenty-four hours...", Enzo's father closed the distance between the both of them, and he was soon staring at him dead in the eye.

"Twenty-four hours is what you have to find those bastard thieves, collect back my money from them, and torture all of them until they die. If you do fail to do so, I will have no choice but to consider you incompetent and force you to step down indefinitely. Then everything you've worked so far will go down the fucking drain."

"You know you can't do that, father!!", Enzo grunted through clenched teeth.

"Dare me, then. I, Pablo Ferrari, will not spend all of my life building a mafia ring to become the largest underworld empire in the whole country, only for my son to destroy everything with his lackadaisical attitude. That will never happen while I'm still alive!"

Wait...

Enzo was...

Enzo was the son of Pablo Ferrari?

The Pablo Ferrari?

The most ruthless Mafia lord that terrorized the whole country for decades?

I couldn't believe this. This had to be a joke.

The stories I heard when I was little of how he murdered people in cold blood caused me to get dizzy.

Everyone knew Pablo Ferrari had a son, but no one knew who he was.

And I just got fucked by a Ferrari?!

I got so lightheaded, I didn't know when my phone slipped off my hands and crashed to the ground.

The men immediately turned their attention to the direction of the shattering sound, and I gasped when they caught sight of me.

Pablo Ferrari's face contorted into a frown. "Who is she?"

"How long have you been standing here?"

"How long have you been listening in on our conversation?", He turned to his son without waiting for me to reply. "Don't you think she's heard too much for her wall out of her alive?"

Wait... What?!

Did he want to kill me?!

"She's... She's a nobody, father. She's not something you should worry about." Enzo said and signaled to one of his men to guide me out of the condo.

"Is she the reason for the hideous marks on your back?", Pablo Ferrari questioned bluntly as I walked to the door.

My face flushed with so much embarrassment, I doubled my pace since the ground would not open up to swallow me.

"That's not for you to worry about. I'll do as you said and get the money back from the culprits-"

"And kill those bastards. Every single one of them."

****

The sun had gone down and I barely got out the confectionery when I got a call from my boss.

*Fucking hell.*

I had barely gotten any rest, and I had to go back to the club. I was running a little late because we had more customers at the confectionery today, so I doubled my pace to the house as I picked the call.

"I'm sorry for being late, ma. I'll be there very shortly-"

"There's no need. You're fired."

Her words forced me to a stop.

"Ma'am-"

"You heard me right. You've been fired-"

"B... But-"

"There's no need for "buts". There's no need for you to come back", the flat tone of her voice made me realize she wasn't joking.

"Ma'am, if it's because of the lateness-"

"Sofia, I can't cannot keep having you ruining my business. You almost put me out of business yesterday, and I cannot have that happen. You're beautiful, but you're not worth the trouble. You've been replaced already, so don't bother coming", she said and ended the call before I could even get a chance to defend myself.

I couldn't believe she fired me because I was sexually harassed by one of her clients.

I had a lot of things to worry about, but first, I needed to pay the rent. The landlord had threatened to pack my things out tonight, and thankfully, the money I got from Enzo was just enough to pay the bill.

I hurriedly walked down the lonely street until the small apartment came into view.

As I got nearer, I noticed seven black bulletproof Lincoln cars surrounding the compound.

I was genuinely confused. What was going on?

When did my father begin to entertain such visitors?

Or had he gotten in trouble?

I tried to dismiss my thoughts, but my legs walked as fast as they could till I reached the doorstep.

"Please don't kill me!! Spare my wretched life please!!"

Wait...

That was my father's voice!!

Without thinking twice, I stormed into the house to see what was going on, only for me to find myself suddenly surrounded by twenty-five hefty men in black.

There, my father was, tied to a metal chair with bruises all over his body and bursted lips, a gun pointed to his head by the leader of the gang.

He had his finger on the trigger and was just about to pull it before I entered.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing to my father?!!"

The man turned to acknowledge my presence, and I went pale immediately.

Those eyes...

Those dark, soul piercing eyes...

"En... Enzo?”