365 Days With the Mafia

~~Chapter 4~~

Ava’s POV

I got back into the room, the fight between me and Oliver replayed in my mind. I was beginning to hate him, no one had to treat a human In that way!

He made me remember how growing up with father was. I thought I had grown past maltreatment, but this was just another phase.

I sat on the edge of the bed, allowing myself to wallow in my thoughts, soon tears began flowing uncontrollably from my eyes.

I knew I was going to be ok but when? The question was that was I going to ever get

past the trauma of Oliver's grip? I managed to get out of father's, but only through the needle’s eye.

I pulled out sheets of tissue paper from the box nestled on the cupboard, beside the bed and wiped off my tears, I didn't want my eyes to feel soggy later on.

I grabbed my phone, googled the nearest hotel. I didn't want to spend the night in his house, I felt taunted.

In about an hour my ride was outside the house, I took a change of clothes and left.

The hotel was quite an expensive one. My room had a beautiful view of the sea and trees, the large room was big enough to accommodate 4 persons and honestly it felt better than home or Oliver's house.

I laid down on the bed and soon I was off to sleep.

The blaring sound of the alarm knocked me off my sleep, I intentionally set it to wake me up by 9am, I wanted to sleep for as long as possible.

The bright morning sun shone elegantly from the large slide windows, I had forgotten to close curtains the previous night. I smiled, knowing that I had a great sleep.

I got up yawning loudly, I looked at the bed wondering if I should just go back to sleep or head towards the bathroom to clean up and leave. I went around the bed, to the centre table and grabbed my phone. There was no call from him or father, that was good, I smiled and went into the bathroom.

I was back in the house, I braced myself for a series of questions. Why did you leave the house? Who did you inform? Were you trying to run away? Where did you spend the night. I could picture his angry face while asking all of that but it didn't bother me.

I walked into the doors, swaying my hips effortlessly, I wanted him to catch me doing that, so that he was going to know that I didn't give an actual f*uck about him or whatever he was going to do.

I walked straight into his study, I knew I had to report myself before he found me himself.

I didn't bother knocking, I just turned open the door knobs and entered the study.

“Good morning Oliver!” I said, with a forced smile over my face.

I quickly said the words, unaware of the person standing by the desk, backing me. It wasn't the prick! Whoever it was was much taller and muscular.

“Who are you?” I heard the voice say, as he turned slowly towards me, his brows arched in surprise.

Oh you've got to be kidding me! He has a twin! an identical one to begin with, I said to myself in utter disbelief.

I opened my mouth but no words came out, I was in shock!

“Hey… I mean hi, I'm Ava.” I managed to say, I felt he could think that I had speech impediment.

“Ava! That's the name.” I added, feeling foolish.

He smiled, I think he knew I was surprised. He placed his palms on his mouth trying to shield it from an outburst of laughter.

“I heard you the first time Ava!” He said smiling, as he placed the file back on the table, sitting on its edge and looking intently at me.

“I'm sorry, I was just…”

“Yeah, I know right? You look like you saw a ghost!” He said, laughing, this time he didn't bother to shield his lips, his laughter made a resounding noise.

He had a sense of humour, he was absolutely nothing like his brother.

“I didn't know my face looked like that, I hope I didn't make you afraid?” I asked, with a genuine smile on my face.

“Yes! you did and you owe me an apology!” He said, folding his arms, pouting his lips while looking at the shelf of books.

“I'm sorry, I made you chill!” I said, still smiling, I knew he was joking.

I walked towards him and placed my hand bag on the centre table in the study. On close look, he had all of Oliver's features, all of it! He looked like his carbon copy. The only distinguishing fact was that he was taller and even muscular.

“Oh, pardon my manners, I didn't introduce myself!” He said, walking towards me, hands stretched for a shake.

“ Marcello Sabastini!” He said, with a smile on his face as he shook my hand.

“It's actually nice to meet you!” I said flatly, with a smile on my face.

“Please, let's have a seat!” He said, placing his hand on my lower back, as we went for the couch centred in the room.

The impact of his touch made me shrug a little, I didn't expect it, I smiled at the level of comfort he could show effortlessly.

“Yes please!” I said, smiling at him as I followed his lead.

As I sat down, he went to the door and told a maid to bring us red wine.

“We should drink!” He said, as he sat down opposite me.

“What brings you here Ava, are you Oliver's business partner?” He asked, looking at me intently.

There was a knock on the door, the maid entered with a Pinot noir wine and two wine glasses, she opened it, poured its contents into the wine glass and bowed to leave.

“Thank you!” He said, as he gestured to the maid.

He returned his gaze to me and honestly I loved how he looked at me, I could tell that it was more like a stare than an intent look.

I was just about to answer when the door pulled open once more, Oliver walked in. He stopped when he saw me. He slammed the door shut, walked towards our direction and stopped. I could have sworn that I saw glimpse of smoke emitting from his head, he was so angry, the room was suddenly cold, and I could feel every chill down my spine.

“ What are you doing in here!!!” He yelled, I could feel the strains on my ear drums.

“I'm back home, I spent the night at the hotel. I didn't feel comfortable sleeping in the house!” I said, looking at him.

I was sure Marcello didn't understand what was going on, although it was only a matter of time before he did. He had shifted on the chair, turning back to look at his brother who was boiling hot, although he didn't say a thing.

“You think you can come in and go out as you please?” He asked, taking a few more steps towards where I was seated.

It was bad! I knew first hand what he could do when he was angry. I looked at Marcello with pleading eyes, hoping he could pacify his brother. But he wasn't even looking in my direction. His eyes were transfixed on his brother.

“That's not it Oliver, you hurt me yesterday and I couldn't sleep, so I spent the night out.” I said, standing up, trying so hard to explain, my eyes were glooming with pleas.

“Oh, I got you angry?” He asked, moving past everything I had said.

Before I could say the next word, he took long strides, picked up the wine bottle and flung it towards me.

I remember guiding my face with hands, but someone else hugged me from the front to shield me.

The glass crashed into his skull, shattering on the ground.

Slowly his arms around me dropped, his body slid down from mine and onto the floor.

I grabbed him with all the strength I had, before he could hit the ground with so much impact.

I screamed, looking at blood oozing out from the back of his head, his body lying lifeless on the ground…