The Death Of De'Luca

07 | Hallucinations Of Unwanted Memories

I tried switching on the shower but it wouldn't work, I hit it over and over again before hitting my head against the wall. I wrap myself around with the towel before leaving the room to find help, "Oh excuse me Catherine, hey urn my shower isn't working..." 

"Oh, so are the guest bedrooms but you can go have a shower in Mr De'Lucas room," I bit my lips nodding my head before stopping her in her tracks. 

"Are you sure?" 

"He is the only one with his own water tank so yes..." I see a slight smile appear on her face as I thank her grabbing some clothes before walking up the stairs into his bedroom. 

I settle the clothes on the bed and walk towards the bathroom, I take of the towel and shut the door behind me. His bathroom was the size of the kitchen, the shower only hands a glass window with a curtain Rod that you can add if you want to cover up more. 

Slowly switching it on my pressing the shower button on, I strip down and step slowly into the tub, turning the water on high and letting it beat over my head in steamy rivulets.  

Closing my eyes to the water as the heat soaks into my skin, I lean against the cool tiles as my weak legs threaten to buckle. I feel the hot water overtake me I push my damp hair that darkened from the water as I closed my eyes. 

I slip my bra of leaving me in just my pants as I grab the shampoo and begin rubbing my hair with it softly. 

The shower curtain is ripped back and I flinch back, engrossed as I was with the water cascading down my body and massaging muscles long past cramped. 

"Amara or is it Delilah?" Matteos voice was heard as I turned to him covering my breast with my arms as he lets out a long sigh, the exasperation clear in his tone. "What are you doing?" I blurted out as he stared at my body up and down before watching me. I c***k an eyelid and raise a brow at the same time, watching him. 

"Standing here, in my shower. In my bedroom...the question is what are you doing here?" I gulp and shrug my shoulders unable to answer him. "My shower is not working and I asked...they said I could go to your shower." His hands rest above his chest as they slowly let go. 

"Nobody enters my room, who told you to come in here?" He says in a soft tone allowing my body to slightly hitch underneath the warm water. The grey curtain was grabbed by me as I tried covering as much of my body. Even though he never looked down he sighs and leaves the bathroom allowing the water to hit my back. "Hurry up. We have a deal to complete." He speaks. 

After my long baring shower, I wrap the towel around my body and step out of the shower. I instantly open the door and Lusitania as I was about it leave the room my eyes widen as I notice his beautiful body. I stop in my steps allowing the start form the split ends of my curls drop onto the wooden floor. He was in the changing room; his hands graze the back of his shirt slinging it over his head in one second. That's when I noticed the marks on his back trying to be covered by the shameless number of tattoos. My heart fell for him. I just wanted to graze them for him telling him or asking him what the f**k happened to have caused these scars. He slips on another shirt overs his broad shoulder before he turns linking his eyes within my own. 

"You need help opening the door?" He said, I let out a small cough shaking my head as I feel my cheeks burn in embarrassment. I rush towards the door, instantly regretting it. The minute I opened the door, a huge man pushes past me causing me to stumble back on the heels of my foot. In a gracious moment I tumble into a rock-hard body which frightens me. Without another thought I release my towel as I feel two arms under neath my shoulder holding me up.  

"Turn around!" I hear Matteo shout, I looked confused before he picks up my towel and wraps it around my body without looking. I gasped in full embarrassment as I sprinted out the room.  

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"Let's go." My head snaps to the direction of the hallway before leaving Lorenzo alone. I see Matteo waiting by a huge black SUV. The door opens by one of his men as he waits for me to go Iside first. I step in allowing the black leather seats to indulge my presence. He follows in after me too indulged in his presence to notice me. "Where are we going?"  

He doesn't answer me allowing me to indulge into my own thoughts of coming up answers. 

1) he would throw me in the bottom of the sea. 

2) he would shoot me in the forest. 

3)- 

"I'm not going to drown you nor am I going to shoot you. We are simply going to my office in one of my back up companies." Oh my god! Did I say my answers in my head out loud for everyone to hear? He finally shoved his phone into his pockets staring up at me. Gosh, why was he looking at me like that? Was it because he probably saw me naked? It probably was, one of the worst days of my life. My father's enemies have seen my ass and breast. I groan grabbing my head. 

"About-" 

"Listen-" We both said at the same time in unison, I chuckled as I pushed a hair behind my ears. "You can go first." We said again. Matteo, nodded for me to go first and I let it all out.  

"What happened in the bedroom-" 

"What happened? Nothing happened, I don't remember anything." He said simply as he looks out the window, the way the wind pushed his hair. Allowing the curls to reveal his beautiful eyes that were set on anything but me. I chuckled whispering a slight thank you, now that my embarrassment was gone. Arriving at his company, I walked behind the group of men that surrounded us. The woman took glances of Matteo as he unbuttons the first button of his dress shirt. He presses the button of the elevator. My eyes widen as flash back erupt my thoughts.  

The elevator had white marble walls, a blue carpet, a silver handrail, and no buttons. Matteo pressed his hand against a small glass panel. A sensor read his fingerprints, verified them, and activated the elevator. The doors slid shut and the elevator rose to the sixtieth floor without stopping. Nobody else ever used it. Nor did it ever stop at any of the other floors in the building. 

"You think you can defy me!" My father shouted as he slapped me straight across the face, I gasped grasping my cheeks as my back hit the wall. He grabs my upper arm and pulls me into an elevator. I winced in pain asking him, begging him to let me go. But instead, he slaps me again. "STOP BEING SUCH A CHILD." I was only nine. 

"DADDY NO! PLEASE NO, NO LET ME OUT." I shouted banging against the elevator doors, I hear a belt unbuckle and my head snaps towards my father as I see him walking towards me with a smug smile. "NO. NO!" 

"Time to make you into an adult." 

"Delilah, are you sweating?" I felt claustrophobic, the men around me. their faces replaced with my fathers. I shake my head taking short breaths as I undo the first buttons of my shirt. "Hey, Delilah." Images of my father against me, I feel a hand on my back before I take it in my grasp and slap him.  

"DON'T TOUCH ME. LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT NOW! PLEASE." I screamed; I feel the images bursting through my mind as I grab onto the rails. I feel worrying eyes on my own, I look up meeting his tender green ones. Which then shifted to dark brown. 

"Be a good girl for daddy and take of your dress." 

"No, no I don't want to. I don't want to, let me out I can't breathe." I whispered; I notice the concern sliding through the eyes of Matteo who nods his head as one of the men presses the emergency stop button. The door opens and I was the first person to shoot out of the elevator. I look around in fear, I hold onto my clothes afraid he would rip them off. 

"Delilah, get her some water now!" I hear Matteo shout as I lean against the wall before slowly sliding down.  

"There we go, that wasn't painful at all. Make sure not to tell anyone about this."  

I notice a glass of water being held in front of my eyes, I looked up seeing Matteo crouched down with a soft nod. I take the water from his hands and take a soft sip. Allowing it to be exchanged with my tears. He takes out a tissue from his pockets and wipes my eyes, "are you better now?" He whispered. 

I give him a slight nod, knowing I probably full well embarrassed myself in there. 

"I'm bleeding, daddy what did you do?" I said tears falling from my eyes. 

I rocked my body back and forth, before I know it everyone in the room left. Matteo slid on the wall besides me, without even noticing my head falls onto his shoulders as the tears leave my eyes. 

"I made you into a woman you selfish brat." 

"If I knew you didn't like elevators, I would've taken the stairs with you." He whispered. 

"I'm sorry, I was over exaggerating. I just had a rough past."  

"You weren't over exaggerating, I'm sorry if you've been through anything that caused that reaction."  

My father caused that reaction. My own dad. But for the first time, for the first time in my life I looked at Matteo with sadness. He wasn't as bad as I thought. "I'm sorry for slapping you."

"Oh you never slapped me," 

"I didn't?"

"Nope."

"But I slapped someone."

 "You slapped Francesco. He kind of deserved it." I gasped, covering my mouth. He chuckles nudging my shoulder. "Don't worry, he let it go. Those hands really do have a mind of It's own." 

"I honestly didn't mean to hurt him, I should apologise."

"Not really, he pissed me of in the morning. I guess Karma's a bitch."