A Mafia’s Obsession

CRYSTAL

Sunlight creeped through the curtains of my room causing me to flutter my eyes open. I rolled over to the other side of the bed and stretched my body lazily before sitting up on the bed.

I placed my rickety feet on the ground, flinching at the contact of the cold tiles on my feet.

My legs wandered to the window as I gazed out of it.

Wow!

The view is amazing. I could see the bustle from the road; the honking of cars, chattering from the crowd whilst everybody engaged in their daily business. I also had a clear view of the hotel and I noticed a spell binding swimming pool.

I still couldn’t believe I was really in Italy.

Leonardo had outdone himself in this one. Speaking of Leonardo, I hadn’t seen him since yesterday night. The man just brought me into this penthouse and dashed out in a flash. I thought he would come back before dinner but he didn’t.

I truly hope he didn’t abandon me in Italy.

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My eyes then wandered to the digital clock placed on the wall before roving around the majestic bedroom.

It was already eleven am.

Wow. I must have seriously over slept.

I proceeded to shuffle my feet into the shower.

In about twenty minutes later, I was already venturing downstairs. The sky blue denim jean accompanied by a purple and red striped offshoulder blouse Leonardo got for me fitted me perfectly, gluing onto my body.

I wondered how long he had been planning this trip because every thing literally looked like he ordered it months ago. My room was already furnished, wardrobes stacked with beautiful dresses and shoes just waiting for my arrival.

Leonardo was a box of surprise.

His sudden niceness, caring attitude and tranquil state was alarming to me.

It’s sad how I always expect people to treat me bad.

I exhaled and matched down the stairs when I heard the clatter sound of plates.

I quickened my steps, panic gripping me at the thought of an intruder in the pent house.

It was coming from the kitchen.

I tiptoed towards the door and perched by the hinges, peaking a glance at the slightly opened kitchen door only to spot Leonardo inside.

I sighed a breath of relief and watched Leonardo intently. He had his back faced against me and I’m sure he did not notice my presence.

In his hands was a book, he was flipping through the pages, ferociously glancing through it.

I watched him hit his fist on the kitchen counter in vexation.

What was getting him all worked up?

“How the fuck am I supposed to make this? Fuck shit. I’m an Italian and I’m finding it difficult to cook this!”Leonardo growled.

Was it cooking that was getting him this exasperated?

I couldn’t hold in the laughter bubbling from within me.

It caught Leonardo’s attention. He turned to catch me laughing like a jackass.

I pushed open the door more widely and stepped inside.

“Why are you this angry?”I asked after I had controlled my fits of laughter.

A smug smile appeared on his handsome face. Running his hand across his hair, he dropped the book and browsed my look.

“Finally you are awake. How was your night?”

I coughed slightly and went over to the kitchen counter.

Taking the book by my hand, my curious eyes read through what Leonardo was initially reading.

It was a recipe with instructions on how to make lasagne.

I glanced at the cover of the book. It was a cook book.

“My night was fine. Where did you spend the night? I thought you abandoned me”I sighed, eyes still on the cook book.

“I’ll never abadon you gattina” Leonardo reassured me, placing one of his large hands on mine. It totally covered my slender fingers.

I finally glanced up at him, taking in his features with a smile forming in my face. “Why were you getting so tensed up with this book?”

“Crystal I wanted to prepare lasagne. But it’s so difficult even with the fucking cook book. Well probably because I hate cooking”Leonardo explained to me.

I laughed at his reply.

“You know what? I’ll just get food from the hotel staffs. I can’t do this no more”he added gruffly.

“Leonardo I can make lasagne. Well if I follow the directions of the book”I offered, taking the book up from the counter.

Leonardo waved his hands at it and took the book from my hold.

“I planned a tour for us today. Let’s skip the hustles of making this lasagne and go get a quick breakfast”he winked, sounding boyish.

I nodded my head in defeat and he led me out of the kitchen, his strides quick and long.

“Slow down. You still haven’t told me where you spent the night yesterday”I reminded him of my unawared question.

“I spent the night in here with you”Leonardo replied once he stepped out of the pent house.

I gasped and my eyes widened.

“With me?! In my room? How dare you!”

He laughed heartily as he locked our suite. “No silly not in your room. In this penthouse that we both live in” he replied laying emphasis on the ‘WE’.

I felt so silly by my impulsive outburst. I rubbed my elbow with my hand nervously. “Oh.. sorry for the outburst”I apologised timidly.

Leonardo chuckled. “It is cool Bella. Condivideremo presto una stanza- we will share a room soon”

What did he say?

I glanced at him as we walked into the elevators, my eyebrows raised asking for an interpretation. “What did you say? You know I don’t understand Italian”I reminded him.

He shrugged his shoulders before pressing one of the buttons of the elevator. “I know principessa”

“Ok would you mind telling me the interpretation?”I asked, a little bit of frustration in my tone.

“Nope. Non lo so per ora- don’t know it for now” Leonardo smirked.

This man was such a pain in the ass. I gave up on trying to find out the interpretation and instead focused my attention on the tour he said he planned for I and him.

I was dying to see where Leonardo and I would be going to.

Today seems to be interesting for both of us.