The Don's Donna

Chapter 4

Valentina's POV

I felt my heart sink into my my stomach, my eyes shot in terror “tell me this is not happening” I thought as my heart kept pounding.

I recognized the voice too well but I didn't wait to confirm who it was. Without looking I adjusted my veil, yanked my hands free from her grip and fled the scene with unsteady steps.

Gosh, she is such a blabber mouth. If she had confirmed that it was me then the whole town was gonna know that i'm here.

Well, she was my former neighbor and we where not really fond of each others. One word from her them i'm in trouble.

I reached home to an opened door, immediately I became scared. Was someone inside? I looked around for any suspicious sign, but I found nothing. I took a near by stick with me just incase I find any mother fucker inside, believe me i'm not joking, i'm gonna use it on someone.

The weight of the stick didn't really help my current State, I was too weak but was I gonna drop the stick? Hell no!

I got in with every weak step I took being cautious, the mat was empty, where could he be. I went into the kitchen and it was still empty, no sign of any living thing. Did they find him? f**k no, I don't think so that guy looks too smart to get caught.

The rest of the house was empty too after I concluded my search, damn it, that bastard left my door opened. What if some bad guy enter the house, well no one in his right senses would dare to enter such a place considering the current State of my home.

“Fool” does he want to die, I mean those stitches were still fresh and it could tear if he wasn't careful. Maybe he really wanted to die, I should have left him to it yesterday.

“At least the meal i’m about to prepare is gonna last me for sometime,till I can figure something out” I said to no one in particular while heading to the kitchen. A loud crashing sound got my attention causing me to stop dead on my tracks, I looked back to find my old door on the ground. “Please tell me this is not happening, not the f*****g door too”

Matteo’s POV

I finally reached my villa, the warm smell of home filled my nose. Everywhere became tensed the moment I steps my foot into the vila, everyone bowed, their heads bent till I left their sight no one dared to look me in the eye. My men surrounded the area, “no one can get into my den and leave alive” .

“I'm glad to be back” I said inwardly, “schedule a meeting with the god father” I said to my right hand man before going to my room to freshen up. My thoughts kept drifting to the damsel that saved my life.

“I really hope she likes what I kept for her, it can help her out of her situation” those where my last thoughts before I got into the shower.

Valentina's POV

I got out of the kitchen after preparing my meal, I sat on the mat carelessly with my legs spread to each ends of the mat. I took a mouthful of food, closing my eyes as all the flavors activated my taste buds. My stomach began to hurt due to not eating for days and taking water made it a lot worse.

I chewed carefully, not daring to spill any because at this point every grain was treasure. The meal wasn't that good, no proteins but for someone who hasn't eaten for days this meal tasted divine.

I gulped down some water to help the food go down my dry throat, and my thoughts went into space.

What the f**k I'm I gonna do from here, how I'm I gonna survive. If I don't find a good paying job to help me keep pushing then I'm doomed. I can't stay like this for too long, the food can only last today and tomorrow after that I would be dinning with hunger. How the f**k am I gonna keep concealing my identity?

The house is so old and needs maintenance, that bastard didn't help maters he broke my already spoilt door. The walls have cracks in them and the ceiling had patches from rain.

The curtain was nothing to talk about, this place looked like an abandoned house or should I say a hunted house. Well that is a little bit to my advantage because no normal human being is gonna suspect that a person is living here.

One thing I hate is a dirty space, I'm gonna make this place feel like home when I finish my meal. I had already fixed the door the little I could by wedging some heavy objects on it.

I was done eating and decided to clear the mat when I noticed something beside it, a note and an envelope. Curiosity quickly hit me, even though I knew I was the only one at home, I still looked around to check if anyone dropped it here.

I opened the note and I couldn't help but scoff, “Bastard” who does he think he is, he just ruined my door, didn't even say a thank you and now he is throwing money around.

It turned out that dude left some money behind, yes I needed money so badly but I'm not gonna accept his money. Does he think money is everything, well sometimes apology and gratitude is, he should fix his rude character. Do I look hungry or helpless to him?

Well I looked hungry but I never asked for his f*****g help.

Besides he didn't look well off from my angle, what if this money was stolen or a gambling money from a gang, that mean I would be in serious s**t.

What if they come to look for the money and ask me for his way about, what I'm I gonna do. I already have my own problems what I'm I gonna do then.

I looked at the money and tossed it aside. I'm gonna look for other ways to make money, I'm gonna get a job. I took one last glance at the stack of cash and my thoughts spoke up “ val just accept this cash we really need it, just take it as a reward or payment for his treatments”

Shut the f**k up, I yelled with my hands blocking my ears…