The Mafia Boss's Obsession

CHAPTER SIX

‘…….I think she’s waking up….’

‘Well it’s about time……’

Madeline woke up to the sounds of distant voices speaking faintly, her eyelids twitched and her lashes fluttered open slowly. Her eyes were met with the dim light bulbs embedded in the high ceilings of where ever she was, they seemed to dance about in crazy circles…..or at least they seemed that way because she was dizzy and her vision was blurry.

One would think that after just having regained her consciousness her recollection of what was on ground would somewhat be faint, but hell, it had never been clearer.

“Rise and shine, Princess”. The familiar voice of the Boss’s messenger or whatever she was, sounded from the other side of the room. Her tone was mocking but curt nonetheless. “Quite a stunt you pulled back there”.

She inclined her head in the direction of where the annoying voice had come from, and though her vision was still blurred she could make out the petit woman sitting on a chair by the corner with a leg elegantly crossed over the other. She blinked once, and then a couple more times before her vision began to clear gradually.

“You didn’t really think dying would free you, did you?”. She asked her.

Madeline had a thing or two to say to her, but of course, she didn’t feel quite.....well enough to say them.

“Ms. Eloisa I’d suggest you let her be for now, after all she just woke up”. A calm voice spoke from beside Madeline. And it was only then she realized that an elderly man had been standing beside the bed she was lying on. Apparently there were others present as well.

He offered her a smile as she inclined her head to face him.

“But she’s right though, quite the stunt you pulled back there”. He said. “Had the doors not been unlocked and opened quickly you probably would have slipped away”.

Maybe that was what she wanted; to slip away quietly, to finally be free.

“How long have you had OCD?”. He asked her as he began walking to a seat not so far from the bed. He spoke as though her OCD was something casual, as though she couldn’t die from it.

She blinked once more to clear her vision before returning her head straight ahead.

“Well, I take it that she doesn’t want to talk about it”. The Boss’s minion said. She uncrossed her legs before standing up slowly, she brushed her already well arranged her hair from her eye before heading towards the door.

She merely got to the door when her footsteps halted at once, almost as though she had been frozen. The sudden change in her demeanor and the look in her eyes told the others what they needed to know, and all who had been seated jolted to their feet at once, whatever smirks they had on their faces vanished as they composed their self.

Madeline didn’t need to ask what was going on, she could hazard a guess or two, and every single guess lead her to him.

“Sir”. The minion was the first to greet as the boss stepped into the room regally dressed in a black suit.

He nodded at her once before his eyes shifted to find Madeline’s. His grey eyes met hers and once again she was struck by the sharpness in them, she was struck by their depths. And even if she wanted to look away she couldn’t, something about the way he regarded her caused her gaze to remain glued to him, something about his aura.

“Miss Cooper”. He said, his deep voice was low but clear nonetheless. It sent involuntary shivers running down her spine…….she hated the feel of it.

Underneath the covers she had begun shivering ever so slightly, if the room had been cold earlier; it had suddenly become colder.

Something about the way she held his gaze caused a smile to curve the boss’s lips, a dark and sadistic smile which barely lifted a corner of his lips; it cause her to shiver even more.

“You’re finally awake”. He said as he glanced as his wristwatch. “You were out for precisely five hours”.

Five hours? Here she was thinking she had merely shut her eyes for a few minutes.

“I heard you were upset , and your distress triggered an attack”. He said not glancing at the elderly man who Madeline assumed to be the doctor for confirmation. He spoke as though he didn’t need to be told at all. “In the future we’ll work on not upsetting you, you are after all a guess here”.

She wasn’t sure how her voice would come out, she wasn’t sure if it would, but she tried nonetheless, she didn’t care how she would sound.

“I will find a way to leave here”. She said to him, her words thick with a promise she had made to herself.

He nodded.

“We can work on that together, no one said you had to stay forever”. He said to her.

She shook her head slowly.

“I will not work with you and I will not be used by you”. She said. Her eyes misted up with tears as she glared at him.

“Oh, but you will”. He said simply. “Now careful, we don’t want to upset you further”.

She blinked and her tears fell with no hindrance.

Satisfied that she had chosen to remain quiet, he glanced at his wristwatch once more, almost as though he was counting every second, almost as though he had somewhere to be at the moment.

“You should be glad you’re here, Madeline, we have the best doctors, and I’m certain you’ll have all your medications at when due”. He said. “I think you’ll be better off here”.

Perhaps if she was so desperate and hungry to live she’d consider what he had said and probably be grateful, but hell, she was tired of living and would welcome death with open arms at any time.

“Would you happen to know a doctor who can provide me with pill that’ll kill me?”. She asked bitterly.

He nodded.

“I certainly would. An overdose of fentanyl should do just that”. He answered. “Same goes for Hydrocodone, methadone, oxycodone and many others. But the thing is you won’t be having access to them, Madeline”.

The elderly man by the side tried stifling a snicker but Madeline heard nonetheless. She dragged in a shuddering breath before asking a question she had asked before.

“Who are you?”.

This time however, he wasted no time in answering.

“Alvise, Alvise De Luca”. He said eloquently. The Name Alvayz sounding rich on his tongue. “I am a humble pharmacist who happens to own one of the largest pharmaceutical industries in the country, thus; a business man”.

What? Something about the way he spoke smoothly told her that he wasn’t lying, but then again, the same thing told her that he wasn’t telling the truth either.

“I don’t believe you”. She said.

“Good for you. Don’t believe me, don’t trust me, and you might probably be better off”. He said to her.

She didn’t know what to say to that, truth was that even if she did, she couldn’t cause her breaths were beginning to falter ever so slightly and her chest was beginning to heave heavily. He noticed this without doubt, and he decided to play the role of a the perfect host.

“You need rest, I’ll excuse myself”. He said. “I have no doubt that you will be better by tomorrow, and you will be joining me for breakfast”.

All she could do was lie there and try to catch her breath as sweat began coating her temple.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Madeline”. He said.

With that, he turned around and walked out, and, of course Eloisa and his other minions followed immediately, leaving Madeline alone with the elderly doctor. He offered her another smile before saying:

“Get some rest, you’ll feel better soon”.

She said nothing, just closed her eyes and tried to steady her faltering breaths. All the while, her heart still pounded heavily from the intensity of his aura.