Chapter Eight

I look up and see a man with a mop in his hands. “What do you think you're doing?” He repeats more sternly this time. 

“I- I gasp. “I was looking for Vincenzo.” I lie, my heart thumping hard in my chest. 

“And he is in that folder you've been looking in? He asks with a raised brow. Suddenly a long smile is plastered on his face. “Capo is not going to be too happy to hear this.” (Italian Translation: Boss)

I bit down on my lips nervous of the punishment that is going to await me. He picks up his phone swiftly and I see him scroll through it and I'm guessing he is calling him right now. 

“Let me put it on loud speaker just for you, dear.” He grins wickedly and I narrow my eyes at him. “Mr. Varallo?”

“Che cazzo vuoi?” He spits angrily, already irritated. (Italian Translation: What the fuck do you want)

“The girl is in your office snooping around. She might even be a spy sent from someone.” 

“Arabella?” He confirms. 

“Si.” He nods his head with his eyes glancing towards me as if he is trying to make sure I don't find a way to leave the room before he comes. (Italian Translation: Yes)

He abruptly cuts the call leaving the man to crackle. I always knew I was not liked in the house. Everyone else that works for him thinks of me as one of his temporary sluts. This is not how I wanted it to turn out.

“I hope you are happy with yourself.” He continues. “Capo is going to be furious and he will probably just shoot you in the head if you are lucky.” He blabs. 

“If I'm lucky?” I gulp. I have no idea why this man thinks he has so much authority just because he caught me snooping around his office. Why couldn't he just pretend he didn't see anything and leave. That would have been much easier. Why am I think like this? I know that cannot happen since they all work under Mr. Varallo. “Yeah well if I die I'm coming back from the dead to haunt and kill you.” I say without thinking twice. Was that seriously the only thing that came to my mind?

He just laughs thinking it's a joke and we wait for Mr. Varallo to arrive. 

He swings the door open after two minutes looking like he would explode. I'm sure if this was a cartoon smoke would literally be fuming out of his ears. This is real life, not a cartoon or a book and now I'm actually in trouble. And this man is not helping I'm sure he is just going to make things worse. 

“Capo, I made sure she did not escape.” He said with a smug smile on his face. 

“And where were you when she was about to enter?” he asks, still facing him. 

“Leave.” He commands. 

The man quickly rushes out of the room leaving Mr. Varallo and me in the office. He walks up to the door and locks it briefly then he turns back to me, facing his attention towards me. 

“What were you doing in here?” He questions. 

“Nothing.” I lie, nervously. 

“Then why are your files opened and scattered on my table?” He slams his fist on his desk right behind me in anger. 

“I have a right to know what you know about me.” I state. It was true. I had every right to know.

“You could be a spy.” He suggests. 

“A spy?” I confirm, confused. 

“Play dumb again and I'll fucking blow your head off.” He growls taking out the gun from his black coat. 

“I'm not playing dumb Mr. Varallo, I was just curious about what you knew about me and why you needed the information so badly.” I cry out in fear as tears begin to cloud my vision. 

“So you aren't working with Giovanni?” 

I shake my head rapidly, the tears drying out around my eyes. “I don't even know who that man is. Once again, I don't speak Italian nor am I Italian.”

He loosen the grip on his gun slightly. “Then tell me why you grew up in Italy.” 

“You think I am suppose to remember every single thing before I was five?” I ask in a duh tone, letting my temper get the best of me. “I can't remember who my parents are. I don't have any personal information about them. All I know is, I grew up in an orphanage, I told you that already.” 

He slowly puts the gun back inside his coat. “I could still kill you if I wanted to,” He begins. “But it would be a shame to stain your pretty shirt.” He smirks. 

I just stare at him in fear. Why would he need a gun and say I'm a spy. Unless he is a gang member. But they call him Capo, which I am guessing means leader or boss and the way he speaks with such authority. Maybe he is a cult leader. 

He sighs realizing he made me scared. “I'm still going to have to punish you.” He said. 

“For what?” 

“For snooping around in my office.” He replies tracing a hand down my thigh. 

“What are you going to do?” I ask in a low voice, lips quivering. 

Slowly, he lifts up my tight black skirt so my panties become visible. He slowly strokes down there causing a moan to rip out of my mouth. I put his hand away from me and start backing up against his desk. 

“Mr. Varallo,” I begin slowly. “Our relationship is supposed to be strictly professional.” I protest pushing his body away from mine that just seemed to make him want to come closer. 

“I'm your boss, right?” He asks, bringing his lips closer to mine. 

I nod my head only because I am afraid a squeak may exist my mouth. 

“Then I order you to go on your knees and suck.” He smirks.