Alessia 6

Chapter 6

Alessia's POV

I wake up groaning at the sharp pain piercing my head; my body feels stiff and sore. I try to compose myself, wondering where I am. The last thing I remembered was the guy who broke into my apartment and threw me against the wall. Struggling to sit up straight I looked around, I was met by a familiar room. What was I doing back here? Did this guy send someone after me? Maybe he is working with Sergei? All these questions are going through my head. I stand up abruptly, making my head pulse and my vision blurry for a moment. I let myself have a minute to compose myself before I stood up. I went over to the door only to find it locked. Strange. I though. Why would he lock me in this room? Suddenly I heard someone by the door and quickly walked back to the bed, ignoring the pain in my stomach. The door swung open and closed, bringing my attention to the same guy from the other night.

He looked at me and asked, "Are you hurt?” In his deep Italian voice. I looked behind him, afraid that they would come in and take me. He cleared his throat after it took forever to answer him. Looking back at him, I shook my head. I really shouldn't have done that. My face scrunched up in pain as I felt a sharp pain jab in my head. "Seite,” he said more to himself than to me.

He sighed and then squinted at me. "You lied to me."

I looked at him confused. "When did I lie to you?" I let the question slip out, and realizing I said it out loud, I bit my lip. Shit!

"You know the guys who tried to kidnap you, and your name is not Gioia Brambilla.” I pretend to be offended. "I did not lie about anything; if you want an ID, I can give it to you.” He looked me in the eyes, feeling like he was searching for something in my eyes. I broke eye contact first and looked at the wall, which had suddenly become very interesting. "Anyone can get a fake ID. I can tell you are lying to me."

"So it was you who sent that guy to me? And now I have to hear you're false accusations?" He keeps staring at me coldly, making shivers run down my spine. "I am never wrong, and I have sent no one after you; if I wanted you, I would have gone and got you myself." I scoffed but decided to show some respect for him since he was the one who saved my life.

"I told you I hate liars; all you have to do is tell me who you really are and why those guys wanted to kidnap you."

"And I'm telling you I didn't lie!" He shrugged and said, "You will stay in this room until you tell me the truth." He turns around, muttering something. "Hey, where are you going? You can't just leave me here locked up!' He ignored me and opened the door, looking at me one last time before closing it. I stand up and run to the door, trying to open it. "Babbuino! Open this fucking door, moron! Just wait until I get my hands on you're ugly face! You're sorry, ass, will regret locking me up!” Okay, I may be lying now, but in fact, God sent to woman. Blond, fucking well-built, I think he can hurt a girl if his one that likes it rough, blue eyes that look like the ocean, and oh my, those tattoos! Man what I would give up for just one night with him. You're missing the point here. Stop drooling and focus. My subconscious tells me.

I went back to the bed knowing he was not going to unlock it soon. My body aches. Letting out a frustrated groan I laid back down, sighing at my situation. I was tired, afraid and my body was aching all over. It feels like I'm back home with all these bruises. My exhaustion overtook every other emotion, and soon I found myself drifting to sleep.

I groaned, still quite sleepy, and turned my head, letting my eyes slowly open. With my eyes only half open, I could see someone standing next to the bed, groaning again. I fully open my eyes and looked up at the person who woke me up. I quickly sat up right and pushed myself away from him. I was now fully awake. "I didn’t mean to scare you," he apologized with a small smile.

"Then you shouldn’t have stared at me like a creep while I was sleeping." I mumbled, but he must have heard it because he was laughing.

"I didn’t mean to come forward as a creep; I'm sorry". He said sending me a friendly smile.

"Why are you here?" I asked, pulling the cover closer to me. "I was sent to check up on you and couldn’t help but notice that long mark on your back." I frowned.

"How did it happen?" I shrugged. "I fell on a glass table when I was a kid", I lie. He just nods, not believing the bullshit I just told him. "You're not a very good liar." He states.

"Hey, what do you mean?" I pretended to be offended. "The wound has obviously been caused by someone, because if you fell on a glass table like you said you had, the cut wouldn't be looking like an x on your back." I blushed, feeling exposed, and turned away from him. "It's alright, we all have our secrets." I just nodded without looking at him.

"How are your head and stomach feeling?" He asked, looking to see if I had any pain. "All better now, thank you." I lied again. I don’t want anyone examining me. "You know I can tell you're lying; I will send Stefano to come and check up on your stomach again. Last night, the boss told us you had a few blows to your stomach; we just need to make sure nothing is broken."

I bit my lips at the thought that someone might see all my scars. "I will give you some time to think about it," he said, moving towards the door. "What's your name?" He asked before opening the door.

Gioia!" I said without hesitation. "I'm Samuele; nice to meet you." He said it with a smile. Only then did I notice how handsome he was, from his short black hair to his gray eyes and broad shoulders. I nodded and watched as he left the room, leaving me alone once again.

I was lying down on my bed staring at the ceiling when the door suddenly opened and the man who helped me walked in. "Ready to tell me the truth?" I just stare at him. What is his problem?

"If you tell me the truth I will let you go." "I don’t have anything to tell you, I already told you the truth". He looked at me annoyed. "Fine, if you don’t want to tell me the truth you will stay locked up."

"I will send someone to check on your injuries." He said before closing the door again. Leaving me to wonder why it was so important to him to tell the truth.