7. Bloody floors

Zoya's POV

I ran out of my room. I was able to see downstairs. There was a man on the floor with blood pooled around his head. Renzo stood there with a gun in his hand. What kind of person is he? He just killed a person and is standing there in a calm manner. My body started shaking when I saw the sight in front of me. He slowly turned around and found me staring at the dead person. He gave me an evil smirk. I quickly turned around and walked into my room. He is a monster, he kills people and doesn't feel guilty for it.

I sat down in the chair near the vanity. I have been here only for an hour and I have already seen a dead person, who was shot by my husband. (Eww. Calling him my husband is disgusting. ) . I try to calm myself and try to forget the incident because if I were to live here my whole life, I should get used to it. It's a part of the package if you marry a person from the mafia. And I can't change my fate, I just have to accept it.

Half an hour later

"Madam. Dinner is ready." The maid says. I remembered the rules of the house, so I quickly got up straightened my clothes and went downstairs. The floor was cleaned up and it looked new without a trace of blood in it. There were a few more people in the room other than him and the maids. An elderly lady stood up and came near me. "You look so pretty my dear," she said. "Thank you...um," I was not sure about her name or about how to address her. I heard her chuckle. "I am his mom dear, you can either call me mom or Maria. This is his father and that is his brother" she says pointing towards two men. I look at them and pass a small polite smile.

"Sit down my dear" Mom said. I looked at the table and found that they had left a seat beside him empty for me to sit. Internally groaning  I go and sit near him.

We have our dinner in silence. I feel him looking at me. Being the idiot I am, turned my head in his direction and there he was looking at me...