The Death Of De'Luca

06 | To Then A Proposition Has Been Told

• A M A R A •

A few days and I have done nothing, he locked me up inside this guest room not allowing me to leave unless I was with him. My food was always delivered and all I did was nothing. I stared out the balcony doors which were locked. A few nights ago, I was in the dark room with a hell of a lot to say, I knew that Matteo felt threatened to the fact that I was the daughter of the second largest Mafia in the world.  

But what was he to feel threatened of? My father barely recognised me as his own, he never even tried to look for us. It's as if my brother was his world, I mean clearly, he was since he was the next heir to the throne. My hands played around with the hem of the blanket before the door opens causing my attention to be on high alert. 

Thinking it was the maid handing my dinner it turned out to be Matteo walking inside, he shut the door behind him. His hands dug deep into his pockets as he looked around before staring into my soul. 

"How are you?" He mutters, glancing into his direction I nor his question playing with the blanket. Pulling out single strands of fluff before flicking them into the air allowing the gravity to allow it to float. The footsteps begin walking towards me until it stops. 

"When do I leave this room? I feel suffocated." 

"You may leave the room when I say so, right now you are a threat to me and my Mafia." I knew it, I knew he was part of the f*****g Mafia. The Italian Mafia, the largest Mafia in the entire world. He was known for his quick answers and quick death, nobody would mess with him knowing it would only lead to their Mafia being destroyed. The man in front of me was a killer, he was a killer machine who was known to have no f*****g heart. That was what feared me. He never cared for a soul in the world only this being blood related. Non one ever knew of his face, nor his name yet here he was. 

Standing in front of me, "You--your--you're the-" I stuttered. 

"I am, I'm surprised you figured it out. Come down for dinner in twenty minutes. I do not like waiting. We have a few things to talk about." He instantly says before slamming the door, I look down at my attire sing myself wearing a fuzzy jumper and a pair of leggings. I stood up from the bed and entered the bathroom deciding it was best for me to have a soothing shower. He can wait for all I care. 

               After drying my curls, doing no makeup since there was nothing, I decided to look into the closet finding everything to be my size. I gulped when I feed how creepy it was. I decided to wear a pair of joggers and a crop top with a small necklace to finish it. I walk down the stairs into the kitchen which seems to be full of maids.  

I then walked out turning towards the second door, pushing it open I notice Matteo sitting at the end of the table. The room was dark yet light. The room was empty only a few paintings hung with golden framed onto the dark coloured walls. 

He looks up at me and gestures me to sit right beside him but I sit opposite him. The door opens and I notice maids coming in with two dishes, as they settled it down, I thanked her and she left the room with a small smile. My hands grab onto the fork looking to see steak, mash potatoes and gravy along with a few vegetable sons the side. "I want to talk about your father, does he know you're here?" 

"No." I answer picking up the fork and knife within my grasp. 

"Do you want to be free?" My eyes interlock with his won at the suggestion he was making. "Theres clearly something you need to offer me that." I mutter shoving the steaks into my mouth, the blooming flavours blast into my mouth.  

"There is actually, I'm going to need your help to take down his Mafia." I drop my fork onto the table, the laugh left my mouth uncontrollably at his sick offer. I wipe my mouth with the tissue right beside the cutlery and glance up at him. He pours himself a whiskey and offers me some only for me to decline. 

"Why should I help you take down my own father?" 

"Easy, revenge." I let out a forced laugh, what the f**k was he talking about. 

"What do you mean?" I asked once again. 

"I know what he's done to you, I know he's burnt you, he abused you, he kicked you out, your mothers dead because of him and the fact that he marked you...like an animal." He answered calmly, how did he know all of this? how? I never told him a single thing about my family, nor have I told him what they've done to me. I look down at my food suddenly feeling unpleased by the site of it. 

My father has hurt me, to the point where I wanted revenge. To the point where I blamed my mother's death on him. He clearly deserved it and Matteo clearly is suing this as my insight to help. "If I do this and I help you, I want to be let go, I want no communication but I want protection and money to leave the country." I say, if my father finds out that I have broken his omertà then the minute someone spots me I will have a banner over my head. 

I would be seen as a target. 

Matteo sits up slightly taking in my offer before he nods his head, "deal." he says silently, I stand up from the table walking towards the door. "Amara." I stop my steps and turn towards him finding him already a few metres behind me. He walks towards me and opens the door for me, just as I was about to leave, he whispers a few words which unleash butterflies into my stomach. 

"I would've protected you anyways."