My Mob Soulmate

Chapter 5

WARNING! Mentions of nudity, swearing and violence throughout this series.  

Naomi’s POV

It has been 2 weeks since I confessed about my Dad being a Policeman. Considering the circumstances; it hasn’t been too bad living with Elias. The fact that he keeps eavesdropping on mine and my parent’s conversations is annoying the s**t out of me, but I understand why he feels the need to do it. I’m sure it would be a huge inconvenience for a Mafia Boss if the Police showed up at his door. Elias has been going over some hand to hand combat with me and doing some shooting exercises. We haven’t been back to the gun range. Apparently, I’m too talented with a gun. That made me giggle. We’ve been using a warehouse with props as hiding places to practice. I’m not great at those. I have a heavy step, so I end up being too loud. I’m getting better though. I go into the kitchen to get something to eat, meeting Elias’s housekeeper in there.

“Hey Adelina,” I greeted her.

“Oh, hello cara (dear in Italian). Now what did I tell you about calling me Adelina?” she said with a smile.

“Sorry, Lina,” I giggled

“How are you Naomi?”

“I’m okay. Just a bit hungry.”

“Would you like me to make you something?”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just gonna make a sandwich.”

“Please miss. Take a seat and I will make you one.”

Lina has been very kind to me while I’ve been here. She always insists on making me food even when I say I’ll do it myself and other things too, like washing and cleaning. She looks to me to be around sixty years old with white hair. I can tell she’s a strong woman and I tell you what, I wouldn’t wanna be on the other end of an argument with her. Last week, Alec went to take a piece of tomato off of the chopping board she was using, and she nearly stabbed his hand with the knife she chopped it with. He wasn’t too happy when I burst out laughing at him jumping back like a scared little girl. She definitely seems to run the show with these men. She has worked for Elias since he was a child and treats all the men like they’re her children. I’ve never seen such a family dynamic, even with people that are blood related. They protect their own no matter the cost, and women are respected fiercely. I wouldn’t like to be the unlucky bastard that tries to hurt any of them.

While I’ve been here, I’ve learned a lot about the other men and women I’m working with. Alec, my glorified bodyguard/supervisor, has a wife and 3 kids. His wife, Eimear, is from West Belfast and their children are Kylie, Lola and Joshua aged ten, seven, and two. Eimear looks like an absolute model. Gorgeous bright ginger locks, flawless pale skin, thin but not too thin hourglass figure. I have to admit I envy her looks. She’s like a Goddess.

The other men are Gregorio, Nico, Eric, and Enzo. Gregorio has a wife, Emelie. She is from Nice, France. Gorgeous, brown shiny locks and tanned skin. Nico has a wife and 1 child, Alexandra aged nine. His wife is Mia and they have been together since high school. It’s not very often that childhood sweethearts are together for so long. Their child Elliot is sixteen, almost seventeen. He’s a good kid, a huge pain in the ass, but good, nonetheless. He thinks he’s a comedian when really, he’s the only one that finds himself funny. The women that I work with a whole different ballgame. Ava, Maria and Lia. Ava and Maria don’t seem too bad. I think their main problem is distrust more than anything, but they are civil, nonetheless. Lia is a different story. Every time I speak or come near her; she looks at me with contempt. It’s like she has something against me other than distrust.

Lina is looking with me with a puzzled look and I realised that I’ve been daydreaming.

“Sorry, did you say something?”

“Your sandwich is ready.” She always makes the best sandwiches.

“Thanks Lina. You’re the best.”

I ate my sandwich just thinking about how my like has changed in the last couple of weeks. I’m still going to work, but I no longer have a boyfriend, I can’t see my family when I want, I can’t go out whenever I want, and I’m now a part of an Italian criminal organisation. I haven’t spoke to Brian since I found him and Jenna in bed. I’m gonna bite the bullet and ring him after I eat. I need Elias’s permission though so I’ll need to find him.

“Hello bella. How are you?” Elias said as he came up behind me, nearly scaring the s**t out of me.

“You’ve been calling me that for the last week or so. You do remember my name is Naomi, don’t you?”

“Oh, I have not forgotten. Bella actually means beautiful in Italian,” he said with a grin on his face, desperately trying not to laugh.

I could feel the heat rush to my face and knew I probably looked like a tomato right now. He’s been calling me beautiful this whole time. I couldn’t help but feel happy about that, and extremely flattered.

“Oh, okay. Well, thank you then.”

“You’re welcome bella.” Oh my god please stop now.

“So, what’s on the agenda today boss?”

“You have done well the last two weeks bella, so today is going to be a day off. Enjoy.”

“Thank you. Can I make a phone call?”

“Yes. I will be with you after I eat.”

We sat there and chat for a while. To my surprise, this mafia boss is actually pretty good company. I’ve talked about my family over and over again, but he has never talked about his. I wonder where they are. He finished his sandwich and followed me to my room so I can make my phone call. I never told Elias about Brian. It was too embarrassing, but I really need to get this over with. I dialled his number and paused. Elias must have noticed because he put his hand on my shoulder.

“Are you okay bella?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to phone my boyfriend, and I’m not looking forward to it.”

He looked shocked and took his hand off my shoulder.

“You never told me you had a boyfriend.”

“Well, he is and isn’t. I caught him cheating on me with my best friend the day that we met.”

I explained the whole gory story of what happened from the time I walked into the house to how I ended up in his strip club. His face slowly turned from concern to anger as I went through the story.

“I’m going to break up with him. We don’t live together so it will be a clean break.”

“I will break his neck for hurting you.”

I could tell from the angry look on his face, and his day job, that he was being deadly serious.

“No, please don’t do that,” I begged. “I’ll deal with him. Can you do me a favour though?”

“Anything bella.”

“Can you help me get some stuff I left at his house?”

“Of course. Just let me know when and where.”

When I was on the phone, Brian tried to plead with me like a lost puppy. Elias made sure I knew he was there to support me. I insisted it was over and told him I would be there in two days to collect my stuff. When I hung up the phone, I just couldn’t handle hiding it all anymore, and I burst out crying and fell to my knees. I’ve barely had time to think about what they did to me due to everything that happened straight afterwards and, now that I’ve thought about it, it hurts. Elias dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around me, and let me cry into his shoulder for 15 minutes. He stayed quiet the whole time, probably knowing I needed to get it all out. When I stopped crying, he lifted my chin to make me look at him.

“Do not think that this is your fault bella,” he assured me, “men like him do this for themselves without a though for anyone else’s feelings, no matter who they are with.”

“Thank you.” I grinned at him, and then all of a sudden, his lips were on mine. The electricity between us ramped up to one hundred, and it felt amazing. This man is an amazing kisser. It only lasted a few seconds more before he pulled away. We both stared at each other in shock for a minute before he stood up and held out his hand to help me up.

“No one will hear of this, understand?” he said abruptly. He was looking at me with regret in his eyes.

“Okay.” I said timidly. I looked down to me feet and then felt his hand pull it back up.

“No need to be timid. I put you in this position, and I’m sorry.”

Before I could say anything, he stormed out the door. Oh s**t, what have I done?