Debt to the Mafia Prince

Chapter 6

—AMELIA—

I’ve been locked in this room all day and no one has brought me anything to eat or drink. I’m starving and my mouth is so dry. I was beginning to get a painful feeling in my empty stomach and I didn’t know if I was going to get anything to eat at all. On top of my physical issues, I was extremely bored. I’ve been staring at these four walls since I got up, I’ve even watched the sunset over the hills outside. 

Michele hasn’t come looking for me, at least I haven’t heard anything, which makes me feel like he doesn’t care. No, not Michele. He told me loved me and I know that means a lot for someone like him. He’s not the kind of guy to just throw that word around to just anyone. But I thought he would have tried to find me by now, especially with that temper of his. 

Ezio suddenly opened the door and charged over to me. He gripped my arm tightly and stood me up, I tried to struggle myself free but he was too strong. He didn’t say a word, instead he led me out of he room and across the hall to the main foyer. I grunted and groaned at him, still putting up a fight to escape his grasp. We headed down the corridor opposite the one we just emerged from and he opened the door at the end. 

The room was dark, lit only by dim wall lights. A warm shade of red covered the walls and the carpet beneath my bare feet was black. A big double bed was set against the back wall and around the edges were shelves and cabinets, all filled terrifying objects. Whips, cuffs, blind folds, gags, chains, rope and more. It was like a s*x den you would expect a sadistic dominant to have in their basement. There were chests of draws underneath each cabinets which I expected to have more torturous items in. 

I pulled back from Ezio and begged him to let go. To my surprise he did and I turned to rush out of the door. However it was already shut and when I tried to open it, it was locked. I then looked at the black box on the wall beside it that had a red light on. I narrowed my eyes and turned back to Ezio who was swinging a fob back and forth from his fingers, grinning at me smugly. He began to laugh and then stepped closer to me.

“Get in there and wash yourself, you f*****g stink!” He snarled at me, pointing to an archway on the left side of the room. 

With a fowl look on my face, I slowly walked towards it and turned the corner to find a medium sized bathroom. The tiles matched the colour scheme of the main room and the lighting was slightly lighter, illuminating the sparkly clean walk-in shower and black toilet with a red seat. Red towels hung from the rack beside the shower and I turned to find Ezio standing directly behind me.

“Go and get clean” he demanded in a hushed tone. I narrowed my eyes at him, disgusted by the thought of him invading my privacy. 

“With you standing there?” I spat. I watched him bite the inside of his mouth with restraint before he responded. 

“Now!” He yelled, causing me to flinch slightly. 

I swivelled back around and sighed deeply, preparing myself for whatever sick plan he had for me regarding his room of pain. I pulled my top over my head and stepped out of my black leggings, leaving me in just my underwear. I heard Ezio snigger which made my skin crawl. 

“How disappointing” he stated. I spun round to face him and lowered my brows. 

“You wasn’t wearing those the last time we met” he grinned creepily, reminding me of the ball when he touched me without permission. 

Taking in a deep breath, I crept over to the shower and turned it on, holding my hand under the water to test the temperature. He didn’t take his eyes off of me, not for a second. I glanced over at him and raised my brow. 

“I can’t shower with you standing there” I grunted. His sinister grin remained on his face and he leant against the wall. 

“I’m not going anywhere” he smirked. My breath caught in my chest as I reached for the strap of my bra. I hesitated for a moment and then dropped my hands down to my sides. 

“I think I’ll pass” I snapped and leant over to turn the shower off. 

As my hand touched the hot dial, Ezio bolted towards me and gripped my throat from behind. His mouth brushed against my ear and he held me tightly against his body. 

“You will do as I f*****g tell you piccola troia (you little slut)” he growled. With one quick movement, he pushed me into the shower, still dressed in my underwear. 

“Now take them off!” He ordered. 

I tried to hold in my tears of embarrassment as I reached once again for the hooks behind my back. I pinched it slowly and pinged my bra loose. He smirked as I slipped the straps from my arms and dropped my bra to the ground. Ezio hummed at the sight of my naked chest and stepped towards me. He scanned my body and then bit his lip. 

“And the rest”. 

I tensed my jaw and stared at the wall behind him as I reached for the side of my thong. I pulled it down and let it drop to the floor, standing up straight and maintaining my absent attention. I saw him stare at my lower body in the corner of my eye. I felt sick as he watched me silently. 

“Turn” he demanded. 

I slowly twisted on the ball of my foot to face away from him. I closed my eyes and waited for him to invade my space. But he didn’t, he just stood there as the water trickled down my naked body. I turned back to him to see what he was waiting for. His phone was in his hand and he was staring at it with an irritated look on his face. Seconds passed before he opened his mouth to speak, suddenly not interested in my nakedness standing in front of him. 

“Get washed, when your done someone will take you back to your room” he said with seriousness. 

He walked out and I heard the beep of the door unlock followed by a second beep, clearly locking once it had closed. I stood there staring at the empty doorway, relieved that he had gone leaving me with some of my dignity still in tact. 

I washed through the shampoo in my hair and groaned at the feel of the fresh water as it rained down on my skin. Although I was in some sort of torture room, I must admit that this shower is heaven. It reminded me of the one in my room back at Michele’s. 

My thoughts were clouded by the memories of him and I smiled to myself. I washed my body thoroughly and turned the shower off. After wrapping my body in a towel I headed out to the room where I was startled by a man standing there by the door. 

“f**k!” I yelled and Matteo chuckled. 

It was silent for a moment as his eyes widened after investigating my wet body covered only by a towel. The sound of the shower must have masked the beeping of Matteo unlocking the door.

“Now you’re just teasing me” he smiled and walked towards me. 

I moved away as he got closer, but soon enough he was towering over me, his face close enough to mine for me to feel his warm breath against my forehead.

“Are you going to walk or will I have to carry you back to your room?” He smirked. 

I scowled at him and picked up my clothes from the floor. After that I pushed past him and headed towards the door. I stood there and waited for him to open it, gritting my teeth at the way I was looked at, like some sort of object. Matteo pressed his fob against the black box and opened the door. I headed off back to the safety of my room and slammed the door behind me, embarrassed by the invading look that Matteo gave me when he saw me in nothing but my towel. It made me angry and I was relieved I was once again alone in my room.