LOGINElena
My stomach began to grumble again. It was late afternoon and a while since I had eaten my breakfast. I stared out the window of my room and onto the garden. Guards were moving round the vast garden for as far as I could tell, like small black ants in a field of green. I stared at my door. I had to will myself to leave my room. 'Not like I was safer if I locked myself in my room forever.' I thought to myself, but the fear still crawled at the back of my mind. I finally caved in and left my room, heading to the kitchen again. I met Celine playing games on her phone. She immediately dropped it when she noticed my presence. "Oh no that's fine", I said laughing at her reaction. "Oh" she smiled back. "The boss wouldn't be happy if he saw me". "Well I'm not the boss". "Yeah I know". She gave a knowing nod. "Well, I'm a bit hungry. I didn't quite finish my breakfast". "I noticed, did you not like it?" She asked concerned "Yes I liked it, it was perfect" I fidgeted. "I just lost my appetite". "Okay, what do you want?" "A snack maybe", I chuckled. "Or a small meal" "I can prepare some Mac and cheese for you. It's my signature recipe. My mom taught me". I saw her lit up when she mentioned her mom. "I would love to taste it". "Okay", she immediately started grabbing her ingredients. I stood and watched her start prepping for the meal "Why are you still here?", she asked, noticing that I didn't wait at the dining area. "I'm just bored and would love to see you work your magic". She just smiled again and nodded, going back to do her work. I watched her as she seamlessly chop each ingredient with ease. "Why don't you have people to help you around here?", I inquired. "It's just the Boss here and sometimes Mr Canto, so I don't really do much. So, there's no need for any other help". She picked up the mixed macaroni and cheese and plopped it into the oven. "We'll leave that there for a while and wait" she beamed. "You seem to smile a lot", I joked. "I can't be frowning can I?", She laughed this time. "Plus, you have a nice vibe" "Oh really, thank you" this time it was me who was smiling widely. We talked for over 10 minutes and for the first time in a while, I began to feel like I was not really alone anymore but it made me miss my parents even more. "Are you okay?", Celine asked "Y...Yes, I'm fine", I said realizing that my expression had changed, most likely because I was thinking of my parents. "Are you sure?",she asked, worry etched into her face. "I just miss my parents", I confessed holding back the tears that formed in my eyes. "I'm so sorry about that. Take your time". She held my hand tightly. The intermittent beep of the oven interrupted the moment. "It's done" she grinned. I watched her take the platter of food out of the oven and place it on the counter. She dished it up and served me where I sat on the long stool. "Enjoy" "It's sizzling hot" I blew into the food over and over again, my mouth salivating at the sight and aroma of the it. The first bite melted into my mouth and Celine stared expectantly at me, hoping for a review. I swallowed and stared at her. "It's good. Like soo good" I giggled. I saw her heave a sigh of relief and she laughed. After eating I retired to my room and decided to rest as the sun was now almost setting. "I need to get a new phone or at least something to do to kill the boredom. Or at least some books. Something...' 'And my credit card,' Ugh I stomped my feet on the bed. I didn't get a degree in physics just to sit around in a this house doing nothing. 'I have to...' A knock came on my door interrupting my thoughts. I turned on the bed , wondering who could be knocking. It certainly wasn't Celine and I was basically alone and the Don had gone on a trip, as far as I knew. Or did he come back? My heart sank to my stomach as I dreaded the thought that he came back. The knock intensified and I quickly stood up and walked to the door. I contemplated either opening it or locking it. It wouldn't be a wise idea to lock it. So I pulled the door open. And it was Rafael at my door. "What are you doing here?". He ignored me and barged past me and into my room. "Hey, what are you doing?". I almost yelled. He went straight to my windows and using the binoculars I didn't notice earlier, he looked out the windows. And then he went to my bathroom and did the same from my bathroom windows. "Hey, could you tell me what you're doing, at least?". I asked when I saw that he finished whatever he was doing. He stopped and looked at me. "I was checking, for a sniper". My heart jumped immediately. "What, a sniper?", I said instinctively walking towards the door. "Not really, the compound is on a hill so it'll be hard for it to be in the line of other buildings no matter how high. "But", he paused "there are some buildings that are close on the east side". "Close?" He noticed my frenzy and stopped explaining. "Hey, don't worry, no one can reach you here, you're safe". I felt my heartbeat slow down. "You're safe", he said again grabbing my shoulders. For a moment all I could see and hear was him. In that moment, the room disappeared and it was only the both of us that existed. He looked deeply into my eyes and it felt like he could see past all my walls. "Um...", I started, startling him and making him drop his hands from my shoulders. "Good to know I won't be killed by a sniper", I chuckled nervously. "You'll be safe" he reassured me. "I'll...I'll make sure of it". He concluded and started to head out. But something didn't feel right. "Wait" I said stopping him "is there something you aren't telling me? Why would you come and check for snipers from my window?" I asked, curious. "Nothing, I'm just making sure you're safe". He paused and then looked over his shoulder. "I already told you all there is to know". This time, he turned and faced me fully. "Just leave the rest to me" My heart fluttered at his words, words that sounded like a promise. Maybe I did have someone to protect me. Suddenly, I recalled what I had been doing before he barged in and an idea struck me. "Hey wait", I yelled into the empty house as I ran after him. He stopped on his way out, turning to look at me , shamelessly running to him. "I need a favor from you", I smiled sheepishly as I spoke hoping to convince him somehow. He continue to stare at me hoping that I'd continue speaking instead of stare at him. "I need to go to my home". "What?" "My house, in Beverly hills" "I know where your house is" he stated, as a matter of fact. "Why do you want to go there?". "Ahh, I need my credit card to get a few things" "Alex should be able to handle that" he said and was about to leave. "Well...", I laughed nervously, stopping him. "I need a new phone", I said scratching the back of my neck and twisting my toes "and I'm not too sure the Don would give me that".I finished. "And I'm really bored, staying here at home all day, it's not like I can work or anything". I started batting my eyes at him, expecting him to cave in. Instead he gave me a weird look and turned around. "Pretty please", I pleaded. "It won't take long. Just take me there and I'll retrieve my card and be on my way". "I'll owe you one" I said still trying to convince him. He stopped, considering for a while. Then he started walking towards the door again. This time, he spoke up. "I won't wait for you" 'ooh, thank you' I thought as I gingerly wore my slipper and ran behind him, following him to the car.Rafael I tossed my keys to the valet and strolled into the hotel. The elevator ride was short, and as I stepped into the conference room, the cold breeze hit me first. Only the Don sat at the head of the table, Enzo by his side. "Sorry I'm late," I grumbled, sitting in the next seat beside the Don. "Late" meant that I didn't arrive before the Don. But we were the only three in the room, waiting for all the capos. The only sound in the room was the tapping of the Don's shoes against the marble floor, and Enzo breathing like a fucking dog behind him. If he was scared of what I showed him last night, then he wasn't even ready to face the truth. Like clockwork, all the capos filed into the office as if they came together. The old men bowed their heads as they entered. Tardy motherfuckers. Now I understand why the famiglia was this fucked up. I mean, what could I expect when all the leadership were old, cranky dudes? "I would ask why we're late, but I will believe you all have vali
Rafael I sat in my car, gripping the wheel like my life depended on it. I was about to reverse when I spotted a figure standing behind my car. Adalfieri. He rounded to the front and knocked on the passenger window. A smirk lined his lips as he waited. I wanted to continue on my way, drive away and leave him there. That wouldn't help any of us, especially not me. I needed answers, and this motherfucker could also be a good source. I clicked the button by my side, unlocking the door. "Good choice," he sang as he entered the car, settling into the seat. "What do you want?" I stared forward, not bothering to look at his smug face. "I thought you needed a reminder of the offer I made you." "What offer?" I feigned ignorance. I remembered. He wanted me to help him kill the don. If I ever did that, it would be of my own accord, for things I knew the don did wrong—not allying with some power-hungry bastard. "Don't tell me you've forgotten so soon?" He gasped dramatically, raking his e
Rafael I scanned through the files. Each file carried the name of every capo by its borders. The vibration of my phone in my pocket startled me. It was Alex. Bile rose to my throat, and my hands shook. My hand never shakes. I swiped right and held the phone to my ear. "We'll be at the manor shortly; don't make me wait. I have too much work, so be there." I didn't say a word as he hung up. Shit, shit, shit. I paced around the secret room, rubbing the back of my neck furiously. Fuck, fuck. Taking out my phone, I started taking pictures of all the documents and their contents. The sheets of paper on the table, every picture of everyone on the board, every writing on that board, and every face marked with an X. I slid back out and shut the door, the regulator light going red at the click. Just as I twisted the key and locked the Don's office, a voice rang through the house. "Where's Enzo?" He walked hastily into the house past me and into his office. "Not here yet," I sai
Rafael I sat gazing over documents like I'd been doing for the past three days. Except this time, I was barely grasping the numbers and letters that filled the papers. Three days I had worked, relying on only caffeine and sheer fucking luck. I shook my leg, waiting for the next round of complaints from my secretary. I found it quite surprising that just as the Don leaves for Nevada with his lackey, my company gets all kinds of complaints. The press release I made less than 12 hours ago on the position of the company in light of the leaking of highly confidential information still sat on my mind. The same information that caused the FBI to initiate a raid of the headquarters. It was a big blow to our reputation, and now investors were pulling out. A few were wise to hold on to us. We were suffering a loss. Great as it was, I didn't think it was something we wouldn't be able to come back from. There had been no other arbitrary complaints of leaked client information or any new with
ELENA I paced around in my room, tapping the marker over my left palm. My hand must have been numb from the endless tapping, because later, it felt weird when I held my fork to eat. I had called Rafael about an hour ago. I had shamelessly called him and yelled at him to come to the manor. What was I even thinking? I didn't even know where I got such guts from. I mean I was still upset with him, wasn't I? Who was I kidding? He wasn't going to come. Who was I to boss that macho man around? A knock came on my door. I swallowed hard, eyeing the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, I twisted the knob and as soon as the door opened, Rafael slid in. "What's wrong?" Concern was etched all over his face, his brows furrowed. He was slightly panting like he ran all the way here. Wasn't he upset that I had yelled at him? scratch that, strands of his hair were glued to the sweat on his forehead and he somehow looked hotter. He reached out to hold my hand. "I'm sorry for yelling a
ELENA I pulled the door open. The road to the kitchen couldn't have been more blocked. Closing it shut, barely avoiding the sound of the click, I breathed heavily against the door. On the other side of the door, across the room, the Don stood with a man. Talking. I saw the Don's face—how had he managed to look even older than he actually was? I peeled the door open an inch to look. The man he was talking to had his back to me, his shoulders broad and wide. He was quite tall. The back of his head was coated with strands of grey hair, some black at the ends. The Don started coughing violently and the other man patted him on his shoulders. Was that his brother? He seemed concerned. Oh, he killed his brother, damn. So who is that? After what seemed like a while, the Don hurried into his study. I stood perfectly still, watching from the sliver of space I had opened in my room door. If he caught me, I'd be dead meat. I was about to close my door when he came back out, this t
RafaelI didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was that I’d wanted her since the day I saw her. Since the day I’d taken that knife to my back for her. Since she had the nerve to try to run away at her own parents’ funeral.I brushed my lips against hers, and I felt her shudder.I brushed my lips
ElenaAs I was about to leave with him, I heard the microphone from the main hall."And now, let us welcome the woman of the hour...""Oh shit, it's the Don," I said to Rafael. "He's calling me up.""I'm coming with,"I hurriedly brushed away the stray strands of hair from my face and rushed out of
ElenaI sat still as the makeup artist made some finishing touches to my face.The brush tickled slightly as she ran it around my neck.She stepped aside, a full mirror was brought to me, and I looked at myself.Dare I say, I looked beautiful. More beautiful than on my wedding day. The Don really w
RafaelElena had picked her dress and we were on our way to the manor. I could tell she was nervous. She always was when she had to go to the manor or face him.She shifted in her seat again and fidgeted like she always would.Staring out the window, she sat silently. Maybe she was afraid or too ne







