Debt to the Mafia Prince

Chapter 11

Getting out of the bath, I wrapped the soft white towel around my body and ran my fingers through sopping wet hair. It was the evening time and I’ve decided to stay in my room for most of the day, away from everyone to avoid anymore drama, I didn’t have the energy for it. I made my way to back to my room and shut the door. It didn’t take long for the drama to find me.

Within minutes, a group of men barged through my door and tackled me to the ground. I let out a scream as they kicked and punched at my defenceless body. I tried to hold up my hands to cover my face but a few strikes managed to get through. I cried out begging the men to stop but they continued. I thought they were going to beat me to death, that was until Camille walked in. 

“That’s enough!” She demanded and I looked up at her standing over me with a smug grin on her face. I was groaning from the pain that was inflicted on me and sat up on my arms. 

“What the f**k?!” I yelled in anger. Camille continued to smile at me and folded her arms. 

“My husband might want you as his little pet but I certainly don’t” she snarled at me. 

“You are not welcome in my house and if I see you walking around like you own the place again then I will make sure that bones are broken next time!” She warned me. 

With a flick of her hair, she twirled round and left the room, the men following behind her. I counted 4 guys as they left one by one. I curled into a ball on the floor when the door closed and wiped my mouth. Blood trickled down my hand and I sucked in my lip. 

This b***h is crazy and I can tell that she doesn’t care about the consequences if she killed me. There was a real flicker of hatred in her eyes when she looked at me and I’d be lying if I didn’t feel intimidated by her. 

I got up off of the floor and slowly got myself dressed, whimpering and groaning from the pain the men had caused. I put on a pair of black trousers with a white sleeveless body, being careful to not stain it with my bloody lip. I stumbled towards the window and sat on the ledge. I left my hair down to dry naturally and scooped it to one side. 

“Miss Amelia?” Samuel called out as he entered the room. I hid my face from him and looked out of the window. 

“Ezio has asked to see you first thing tomorrow. He’s got a few things to do this evening so he wants you to meet him in his study in the morning” he informed me. 

“Okay” I bluntly replied without turning to look at him. 

“Is there anything I can get you?” He asked politely. I shook my head and expected him to leave, but he didn’t. Instead, he walked over to me. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“I’m fine”. 

He saw a tear fall from my eye and asked me to look at him. After a moment of hesitation, I turned my head and he gasped. 

“Who did this to you?” He asked. I lowered my eyes to the ground with shame. 

“No one” I lied. I don’t get how he didn’t hear the commotion, it’s not like the men were quiet about it.

“I need to know who did this” he sternly replied, showing a stricter side to him. I stayed silent, contemplating the consequences of my honesty. 

“Was it one of the guys?” He guessed and I shook my head. He was silent as he continued guessing in his head. I knew that he wouldn’t stop until he found out the truth so I came clean.

“Four” I bluntly informed him. His eyes widened and he tensed his brows. 

“Four?!” He repeated and I nodded. 

“Camille ordered them to” I confessed, finding it easy to talk to him. The shock caused him to stay quiet until he let out a long sigh. 

“I’m sorry” he apologised sincerely. I pressed my lips together and made eye contact. 

“It’s not your fault”

“I’ll make sure that nothing like this happens again Miss Amelia” he promised and headed towards the door. His caring nature forced a smile on my face and I called after him.

“Samuel!” He stopped and turned to me.

“Call me Amelia” I grinned and he flashed me a warm smile. 

It didn’t take long for Ezio to hear about Camille’s assault; he was probably told by Samuel. I was still sitting at the window when he entered my room with a worried look on his face. When he saw the damage that the men had caused, his expression turned aggressive. I looked down in shame at the fact that I couldn’t defend myself and that I was caught off guard. 

I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t, he just stared at me for a while longer before storming back out. I jumped off of the windowsill and sneaked off after him. I peered around the arch of the hallway and watched him head up the stairs. Once he was out of sight I hurried after him, taking care as I went up each step.

I could hear his voice booming through the hallway. He was furious and having a real go at someone. I got to the top step and looked out onto the landing, trying to listen carefully as to which room the voices were coming from. I stood outside the door opposite the study and put my ear closer. 

“I come home to find a younger model in my kitchen! You’ve disrespected me Ezio and I’m the one getting the blame?! I’m not not the one bringing some w***e to the house to play with!” Camille screamed at him. 

“Don’t be so f*****g stupid! You are my wife for f**k sake!”

“Exactly! I should be involved in decisions you make Ezio! Why wouldn’t you tell me she was here if you aren’t hiding something from me?!” 

“Because you were away on business! I didn’t want you to hurry back because you felt threatened or jealous of Amelia”. 

As much as I hate Camille, she doesn’t really have anything to worry about. I can’t stand Ezio and I try to avoid him as much as possible. Besides; she was absolutely stunning. So what if she’s a little bit older than me, she had such a curvy body and I was envious of her beauty. 

“Amelia is important! You know that Camille and I shouldn’t have to keep reminding you!”.

Why is Ezio so mad that I have been beaten on his wife’s orders? He didn’t batter an eyelid when he smacked me across the face in his study, so why is this bothering him so much? I couldn’t work it out, it confused me.

“Amelia? What are you doing up here?” Samuel caught me out. I turned to him and gasped. 

“Oh, I... I was...”. 

All of a sudden, the door opened and Ezio was standing there looking unimpressed. He was already riled up by Camille and I could tell he wanted to lash out at me. He stood there for a moment and stared at my injured face, clearly trying to control himself. It’s as if he didn’t want to add to the cuts and trauma to my face which surprised me. 

“That’s two rules broken” he grunted, placing his hands onto his hips. 

I stared at him apologetically, already dreading the punishment he was going to give me. I have been through enough pain for one day, I didn’t want to receive anymore. Samuel looked guilty for exposing me and dropped his gaze to the ground. 

“Upstairs and snooping!” He grunted with attitude. 

“I wasn’t snooping... I...” I stuttered but struggled to string a sentence together. The dark stare that Ezio was giving me caused me to become speechless with fear. 

“Downstairs!” He ordered.