The Don’s Desire

YOU LEFT ME

Mia's Point Of View

Two weeks later.

"What have we talked about, hmm?" Sebastian asked, walking over to me.

"I'm so sorry. I won't try to lea—" Before I could finish, he slapped me hard across the face. I gasped, grabbing my cheek.

"You're sorry?" He asked. I flinched away as I stared up at him.

"I didn't mean to," I told him. He grabbed my hair and started dragging me out of the room while I was kicking and screaming.

"I told you not to f**k with me. You just never f*****g listen, do you? You defy my orders and I will kill your family," He said, coldly.

"Sebastian, please. I'm sorry, you can do anything to me, but don't hurt them. Please," I pleaded with him. He dragged me to a dark room, tossing me inside before he switched the lights on.

My mouth went dry when I saw my family tied to chairs with gags. My stomach felt weak, and I grabbed it, trying my best to stand on my feet. I can't let them die. I shouldn't have tried to leave. He warned me, and I was too stupid to listen. I should have stayed.

This is all my fault.

"Do you think I'm going to kill you? No, I changed my mind, My love. You're going to be my wife and your actions have consequences, so every time you defy me, I'll kill one of them. So, who should I kill now?" He asked, taking a gun from his waist. My eyes widened as tears repeatedly spilled out of my eyes.

"Sebastian, please. They're my family, and they don't deserve to be hurt because of me," I started sobbing. He walked over to my father and pressed the gun to his head.

"Well my love, let me choose for you," He said

"Please no!" I screamed.

I jumped out of my sleep and wiped my face. Looking around the bedroom, I sighed, and my head fell in my hands. It had been two weeks since I last saw Sebastian, and I was worried. Not about him, but the last conversation we had was about me disrespecting him, and he threatened to kill my family.

No one has spoken to him since he left. By no one, I mean Stasia and Lucia because they're the only ones I could talk to. The thought of him leaving and not saying anything to me about where he's going worries me. I'm worried that he killed my parents. My brother, to be exact. He's the one he's been threatening.

These nightmares were driving me crazy, and I hated the pit that continuously appeared and felt like it sunk deeper. I'm scared shitless.

Yawning, I climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom so that I could pee. When I was finished, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands before heading back into the bedroom. I looked at the clock on the wall.

3:21 a.m.

I went to lie back down and the negative thoughts filled my mind. There was no way I could go back to bed after that nightmare. They've been happening for over a week now.

My thoughts were cut short when the door to the bedroom opened. I sat up quickly and Sebastian walked in. He switched the lights on and my eyes widened as I saw the blood on his white dress shirt.

"What did you do?" I asked, climbing off the bed.

Ignoring my question, he made his way to the bathroom, but I got up and blocked his path.

"Get out of my way, Mia," He said through gritted teeth.

"No, where have you been these past two weeks? You left me here alone, and you threatened to kill my family, now you show up covered in blood. Did you...W-what did you do?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice firm.

He stared at me for a few seconds before he lifted me out of his way. Yes, he lifted me off the ground and set me aside before he walked into the bathroom. The bathroom door was left open, and I slowly walked over to it. I could hear him hissing and mumbling something in Italian.

When I peeked in the bathroom, he had taken his shirt off, and he was going through the first aid kit.

Though I wanted to walk away, my feet brought me inside the room. He turned and glared at me, angrily. I can't say I missed that look. As he was about to say something, I beat him to it.

"I can help," I assured him. He frowned, deeply.

"I didn't ask for your help. Give me some space and get out, Mia," He demanded. I licked my lips and moved toward him, taking the thin bandage off the wound. He was bleeding.

"What happened to you?" I asked. This wound is deep. He grabbed my wrist before I could touch him and pulled it away.

"Your family is alive and I didn't do anything. Now give me some space," He told me.

Though that eased my mind, I didn't want to leave him like this. It's one of my weak moments because I couldn't sit here, watching him bleed out, knowing that I could help. He hissed as the wound started bleeding.

"Please let me help," I pleaded. He was going to refuse again, and I rummaged through the kit, grabbing some stuff that I would need.

After I cleaned the wound, I had to stitch it. My hands were shaking, and he was just sitting there with his jaws clenched. When I was finished, I put some ointment on it and then put the bandage over it. He grabbed the bloody pieces of cotton and gauze pads and dropped them in the metal bin before lighting them. I walked over to the sink that I usually use and started to wash my hands.

"The cake tasting is tomorrow at noon." His voice came out raspy, his accent thick.

"Okay. What kinda cake do you like?" I asked him.

"Vanilla, Red velvet, or black forest." He told me, rinsing the blood from his shirt. I looked down at my pajama pants and saw blood on them. Oh, God!

"Would you be okay if I requested that? Black Forest and Red Velvet? But add white over it," I inquired, softly.

"It doesn't matter, Mia," He said. I sighed.

"If we are going to be married, can you at least show that you're interested?" I asked him.

"What do you want me to say? And since when are you ready to plan a wedding? What happened to wanting to go back home?" He asked.

"Well, I am not looking to get snatched up again," I muttered, staring up at him.

He exhaled deeply and grunted at me. "Mia," He said in a warning tone.

"This is my life now, sadly. Also, if this is going to be my wedding, I want to at least fix some things to my liking," I muttered, looking down at my engagement ring.

"The wedding is already planned, Mia. You get to choose your dress and everything you wear. If you want to change the cake from the vanilla that I had chosen, go ahead," He stated. I looked up at him and he stared into my eyes.

"I don't want a vanilla cake," I argued.

"Can we have this conversation after I finish taking a shower? Maybe tomorrow morning?" He asked me.

As I was about to answer, I saw a hickey on the side of his neck. I scoffed and walked out of the bathroom. While I was worried sick, he was f*****g some other b***h. I quickly changed my pajamas that had his blood on them.

Why didn't he let his conquest dress his wound? He waltzed in here at 3:30 in the morning, so I could feel sorry for him.

Fuck being nice to him.

Fuck this wedding and the cake.

Fuck Sebastian Genovese!

Twenty minutes went by, and he finally walked out of the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and pulled the cover over my head. A little while after, he joined me in bed after turning the lights on.

Stubbornly, I shifted my body so that I wasn't facing him. He makes me sick. How can you be engaged to someone, yet you have another woman that you are f*****g? Why didn't he choose her to be his wife? Why didn't he kidnap her?

An hour went by, and I was still lying awake, twisting my engagement ring around my finger. I should just take it off. Why was I so bothered by him f*****g someone else? It's not like I had feelings for him or anything. Sighing, I slowly climbed out of the bed and tip-toed to the bathroom. I grabbed the glass from the counter, filled it up with water, and drank it.

After waiting for a few minutes, I peed and then made my way back to the bedroom, pulling my shorts down. My thighs were exposed to the cold atmosphere, but I couldn't care enough right now. I'm going to be miserable because I can't sleep.

Sebastian was asleep with his shirtless torso on display along with the bandage. I climbed onto the bed and pulled the comforter over me.

Hmm. He looks so handsome.

He even looked handsome on top of that woman. Wait. Maybe she was on top of him.

Scoffing, I turned away. My sleep schedule is f****d up and it's all his fault. He gave me nightmares and then had the audacity to show up here with a hickey. I should just rip his stitches open.

Fucking bastard.

I tossed in the bed, yet again.

"Are you going to keep twisting and turning, Mia?" He asked in a gruff voice.

"f**k you and don't talk to me," I muttered. He shuffled for a bit, and before I knew it, he was behind me with his arm around my waist.

What the actual f**k is he doing?

"I didn't sleep with her," He said, against my ear. My body stiffens.

"I don't care what you did. That is not my problem," I stated

"Okay then," He murmured.

"Take your hands off me," I said, shakily.

"Don't you want to fall asleep?" He asked. His voice was doing something to me, and I'm just now realizing that he was rubbing my stomach.

"I don't need you for that," I told him, trying to move out of his embrace, but he turned me over to face him.

"Why are you so upset with me? I left you alone for 2 weeks," He stated, his accent, somehow making his sleepy voice, sexier.

"Yeah, you left me to be worried sick. I thought you were going to kill my family, and now my sleep schedule is messed up because of you. I was having nightmares for over a week, only to find out you were out f*****g some w***e and didn't say anything to me about it!" I exclaimed.

"Do you want your space, Mia?" He asked

No, I don't want space. I want you to stop being an asshole.

"Yes, I want to be alone. You had no problem doing it before," I said. He exhaled and got up from the bed, walking over to the couch. He grabbed one of the blankets and a few pillows before lying down. On the carpeted floor.

"Can I get my phone tomorrow?" I asked after a while.

"Yes, and then I will get you a new one to use while you are here. We will talk about that tomorrow. I need the rest right now," He told me. Hmm.

"You can come back on the bed if you like. It is too big for just me, anyway," I said, softly. He hummed but didn't move from his spot.

I am not going to the cake tasting tomorrow. He will have to go without me.