Sigh

Samantha

I watched him walked out of the kitchen leaving me confused. He didn't even explain what kind of new job was assigned to me. If that was all he needed to say, was chasing Bella away even necessary? I was convinced he wasn't okay up there.

My mind took me back to his words of how my brother wasn't eager to come to save me from here. He knew exactly where I was but why wasn't he coming? I wiped a stray tear at the thought. Such simple words yet pierced my heart like no other.

“ Why are you still sitting there?” I heard his deep voice and my gaze snapped in his direction where he stood by the door.

I looked at my finished plate only some beacon was left I grabbed it and stuffed it into my mouth before I left. He was the action and let out a slight smile.

So now I amuse him.

I was more than tempted to roll my eyes. He seemed a bit different today, almost nice. He hasn't yelled at me yet which is a start not even said anything harsh as he has always done these past six months. I guess stunning people with folks helps a lot.

I marched to where he was and when I was near enough he began to walk. The first place he went to was his office. It was a mess whole mess which was a shocker cause it was always so spotless. I looked around and I swallowed hard, I knew what he was going to say.

“ I want to clean my office today but this isn't the only place you will be cleaning. Come follow me.” He spoke so casually. Like he was giving me a proper job to do.

Just thinking about the mess in his office made me cringe I wasn't cut out for this. I followed him hallway through hallway his place was surely huge like his own empire. We reached a random double door that I never came across since I got here. He walked into a very huge library it looked very dusty and I knew this was going to be the second place he wanted me to clean.

“I plan on holding a meeting in this very room after 3 days and by the time the meeting will be held i expect this place to be spotless. I will come to inspect it after two days. Let's move forward.”

My jaw dropped there were still more places to clean. I see how it was he was trying to murder me with chores so that if I died he would just say she died on her own. He can't even say I never used to feed her cause it's like I eat the most in this house. I glared at his back muscles that flexed through his t-shirt as walked while I followed him.

“Oh and no one has to help you that's why I have been the one to show you where you are supposed to work than asked others to do it.”

I didn't say anything, I was so worked up about the chores he assigned to me.

“And what if I chose not to do any of those things?” I asked, trying to be defiant again. I knew the consequences he knew how much I loved to eat and he starved me badly whenever I refused to do any of the work.

“ I will go back on my promise and cut off your fingers.” His voice dropped it was so deep and deadly. I shivered at the thought. I didn't doubt his words one bit I knew this asshole was capable of anything.

His words surely shut me up. So he didn't forget after all. And I thought we moved on from that. He kept walking up the flight of stairs till we reached the third floor where I knew the room was. He walked to the only door that was on this floor. Such a selfish bastard if you ask me he couldn't even share a damn floor with anyone else.

I grumbled out loud. He chuckled in return it sounded more sinister than anything. He opened the door and it led to what I knew was his room., or so I thought but it was like a mini house inside a house or rather a penthouse inside a house. The mini penthouse had a very strong masculine taste to it. From how grey dominated the place I knew he loved the color grey.

Like every other room, we had been to even this one was a mess. I could even tell he left this mess on purpose just like the one he left in his office. Just look at how huge the place was I was amazed. It all made sense now how none of us ever really saw him. He had his own separate life from his usual life. Now it even got harder to figure him out.

“ From now on you will be cleaning my little home here, I expect it to be spotless always. And if you don't do that” He glared at me.

That one look was enough to make me shiver in pain or maybe pleasure.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I looked around and each room was a mess, he was trying hard to kill me from exhaustion. He began to walk away as I began to gather the cleaning supplies that he has in his mini home.

“Am I the only one?” I whispered. I wasn't sure he would hear me but he surprised me when he replied.

“No”

I was even more surprised he answered.

“ Who is the other one? The one you brought here to torment and keep as a slave the same way you do with me.” my voice was laced with venom knowing I wasn't the only girl he brought here to torture when some other mafia men wrong him and made me sick.

Was this some kind of game to him?

He sighed, “ that little friend of yours.” I gasped.

“But why?” His back was still turned to me. He didn't even bother to answer and left me in his living room with a million questions on my mind. I couldn't wait for this day to end I needed to find the answers, knows maybe Bella might be up for the idea of escaping from this hell.

I got to work immediately starting with his home the next place I would work is his office and that huge library would be last. I can't help but hate Santino even more. I make sure I work as fast as I can. The morning is already spilling into the afternoon and I can't help but be tired already.

I wasn't cut out for this. Each day my brother delays saving is another day of torture.

I managed to finish the rest of the place and now what is remaining is his bedroom. I walked into it as everything seems to be scattered everywhere. I can see he put in a lot of effort to make this mess. I know he was the clean freak type the one who loves to see everything in order. I sigh as I begin to place everything where I believe it should be placed.

For someone who is still young, I sure do get tired fast. I am already panting like a ran marathon. I continue to work my way through his huge bedroom. Suddenly one door that I didn't pay attention to opens and Santino walks out stark naked. With nothing even a single towel around his waist. I chock on my saliva and I look away quickly. He also tried to kill me by destroying my innocent eyes.

“ Oh please don't play the innocent act. I know you have seen countless dicks in your life.” He chuckles as he speaks casually.

I don't bother to answer him and I begin to walk out.

“Ferma l’amore.” He speaks in Italian. And I can only make out the word love. Which is a common word in most languages.

“I meant stop.” He speaks in English this time. “I didn't say you could leave yet.”

Just what game was this man playing?