20

"What the hell is happening?" Solenne came flying in, heading straight to Franco on the floor. His face was a bit fucked up, but he disobeyed an order.

"What happened? Oh my god, you need stitches. Aria get a medical kit or something. Oh my god, there is so much blood."

I pulled her body off Franco and looked at her blood-stained hands. "Did I say you could touch him?"

I don't know why my anger reached new heights. I didn't like her unwatched, unguarded, alone with Enzo, or touching another man.

"I don't fucking care. He needs stitches. Why on earth would you do that to him? He was just getting us tea." Tears were welling in her eyes as she looked at me like a monster.

"They are to guard you at all times. I ordered them to not take their eyes off you."

"What?" She whispered, looking back to Franco then Antonio and back to me. "You fucking bastard!" She held out her hand and smacked me straight across the face. My head didn't move an inch though.

"Are you stupid?" I grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the kitchen.

"Let go of me you beast. They need help or do you not care at all for your men. You suck at being Don and deserve to fucking die." She shouted from behind me.

Within seconds I had her pinned by her neck to the wall and my hand was raised to smack her. Her fucking mouth was out of control.

Then I noticed her tense body and saw how she flinched at my raised hand. She was really afraid of me.

"Do whatever the fuck you want. Just stay out of my way. I dropped her and she quickly ran back to the kitchen.

Was she seriously going to help them? I went to my room and slammed the door.

I needed to do something with that woman. I can't live with her. The Chicago families were already on the brink of war. If anyone heard the way she spoke to me they would target me next. I was losing control of my house.

I needed to release all this tension, but I hadn't called a woman to bed since that night she walked in on me. I made excuses I was tired or too busy, but it was because I wanted to taste her.

How the fuck do I get her out of my head? I should kill her, that always solves my problem with people who don't listen. Except fucking Vincent made me promise to protect her.

"Fuck Vincent!" I screamed, grainy my dresser drawer and throwing it out the window of my bedroom.

As I looked at the shattered glass and t-shirts scattered over the grass below I knew I need to do something. This is crazy. I was crazy. I did not just rip my drawer out of my dresser and threw it out my window.

I grunted my way back downstairs and found Solenne tending to Franco's face. Antonio was already fixed up and cleaned of blood with an ice pack to his lip. She was gently moving all the blood off Franco's face and it was pissing me off.

"Boss!" Enzo quickly stood attention then Antonio followed.

"Sit down stupid." Solenne pushed Franco back down as he tried to stand too.

"I already got my face smashed in for not following orders. Don't make him do it again." Franco pushed her to the side and stood. That was the hateful relationship I remembered those two having.

"Make him? I made him lash out on you? You're an idiot. All of you are idiots if think this was because of me." She turned to face me. "What's wrong Caelum! Are you not getting fucked good enough so you're taken it out on your men."

Jesus fucking Christ this woman and her mouth. How the fuck did she know that anyways. Was she a spy? My eyes squinted at her in suspicion.

"Stop looking at me like I'm a traitor. You owe them an apology. I might not know a lot about your stupid Mafia code or Don bullshit, but this isn't how you treat your men. Not if you think they would remain loyal."

"I haven't said a fucking word since I walked in here. Do you think maybe you are the psycho that purposely pushes all my buttons?"

Her mouth dropped open. "Tell Franco to sit and let me finish fixing his face."

"Sit!" I ordered him.

"Good boy." she added, then patted his head.

"You're a bitch. I'm going to enjoy the day Don rips your heart out."

"Well then, I guess I was right. You're not loyal to Caelum or else you would never want him to be destroyed for breaking a vow to Vincent... dipshit."

"Whatever." Franco huffed and let her finish cleaning him up.

I watched her take her time to wash and clean each open wound. Her little fingers applied butterfly stitches over his brows then gently applied ice to his check.

"What did you study in school?" I asked out of nowhere. Everyone was silent while she bandaged Franco up.

"To be a doctor. Thank you for destroying that dream for me."

"Looks like you get plenty of practice here."

"Go away Caelum." She huffed and her body just filled with sadness. Now what was her problem?

"Chiara will be here Friday. You are to help her." I ordered

"Help her do what?"

"I don't fucking know. Whatever girls your age do."

"I'm not the same age as that child." She barked back.

"She is nineteen and your what twenty?"

"Twenty-one. She doesn't look that old." She clenched her jaw and just remained quiet.

"Finally, she learns to listen."

She nodded her head then cleaned the kitchen of the blood rags and wrappers. That was it? No more push back. That wasn't nearly as much fun as it was supposed to be.

I had work to do anyways and left them to head to my study. Why did I even start a fight with her? Wait, she ran her mouth to me? Why didn't I punish her? Did I even threaten her? Fuck Vincent! I know you are up there laughing your ass off at me, aren't you?