Enzo's Obsession.

Chapter 007

Sofia’s POV

This is ridiculous. I know.

I shouldn't even be thinking about this but still i couldn’t let it go, i mean who would?

All my life I slept with different men just for money, but the total of it all wasn't even half of what this man is offering me.

I had to become an adult in my childhood, from taking care of myself, to the bills, electricity, the mortgage, the food, my father’s illness and to add it all, his never ending debts.

And now I was getting all the money I needed and even more just to be a s*x doll to a deranged mafia boss, how does that even make any sense to anyone?

I threw my legs off the bed, my eyes roaming around in search of my clothes, my entire body was sore and spent and I know I should hate s*x with Enzo, but I have never felt more alive than when I'm with him.

Pathetic.

“Ouch” A small whimper escaped my lips as I bent down to pick up my dress only to discover that it was torn, and was now less than a dress as it could barely cover anything anymore.

“f**k me” I cursed out loud, gathering the other pieces of my clothings, like my panties and my bra…. Enzo is a wild beast.

Feeling sweaty and dirty, I walked into the bathroom to shower, and as well clear my thoughts. I know I was pushing him, but I didn't have a choice, I couldn't just sign my life, choices and will to him just like that.

Okay maybe not just like that, for the money that I need. Enzo was unfortunately right about that.

I closed my eyes letting the cold water wash away the s*x off me, while thinking about the pending contract.

After I was done with the shower, I settled for Enzo’s shirt and headed downstairs in search of food or anything.

On getting downstairs, the smell of freshly baked garlic bread hit my nostrils as my stomach grumbled in response. It was then I realized how hungry I was and the last time I ate crossed my mind.

I followed the aroma of the bread and ended up in the kitchen, where a sight of an elderly woman greeted me.

“Good..afternoon” I stammered.

Immediately, she turned around with a warm smile on her face, “Good afternoon madam, your meal is almost ready” She replied.

“My meal?” I asked getting closer to her. If i was mistaken, she was in her mid fifties, with an average height and grey hair, she could pass on as Enzo’s mother but his mother wouldn’t be in the kitchen baking bread and cooking pasta for her son’s w***e, would she?

“Si” she responded, focusing on the chopping board.

“But I didn't make a request for food or anything, I had no idea that I would find someone here not until I perceived the garlic bread and Who are you?” the question slipped out of my mouth in a polite tone.

“Ruth Grossi, you can call me either of them” She answered, her warm italian accent flowed freely as she continued chopping the vegetables.

“Miss Grossi?” I repeated.

“Yes”

With every question I grew closer to her and now I was standing very close to the counter facing her.

“I’m sorry i… do you work here or something?” I asked again, reaching out for an apple from the basket of fruits on the counter.

Her eyes widened with surprised as she raised her head, meeting mine,hesitation flashed across her face for a split second and then she spoke up, “after Enzo’s mother died, i was employed to take care of him as his nanny, but then as he grew up, he got attached and wouldn’t let anyone else work for him if not me” She explained.

“Ohhh” I drawled out, processing it all. “So you raised him?” I probed further.

A slight chuckle escaped her lips as she poured some oil into the pan, “You can say that” She added.

“Can I help?” I asked reaching out for the knife, she was going to make a sauce but at the same time, she wasn't done with the vegetables and I could keep my hands busy until I figure out what to do about the papers upstairs waiting for me.

At the same time, I could dig up more information to figure out why Enzo was the way he was. Devilishly and cruel.

“You really don't have to,” she protested.

“I want to, I miss this,” I answered, my eyes roaming over the kitchen. What I miss exactly was the process of cooking, with a parental figure, or…someone of my own.

I grew up eating cereal, and even when I came of age, cereal still remained my go to food. Sometimes I buy take outs,and other times I settle noodles or a sandwich. Anything to feel the stomach, but a proper full course meal? Almost never.

Miss Grossi was about to say something when my phone started ringing. “Excuse me i need to take this” I muttered walking out of the kitchen as i swiped right.

“Hello?”

“Good day Sofia, there is a bit of an emergency” The nurse stated.

“Emergency?” fear gripped me as my finger tightened over my phone, “my father…is he alright?”

“I’m afraid his condition has worsened due to his recent injuries and I know because of your situation, chemotherapy was out of the options but at this point, it is our last resort, we need to start treatments and that would require an initial deposit of at least a thousand dollars” The nurse narrated.

“A thousand dollars??!!!”

“Yes, and you need to make this deposit fast or we are going to lose him” The nurse added.

“Where the hell am i supposed to get a seven hundred from..i…” before i could complete my statement, the nurse hung up on me.

Beep.

Fuck!

I hated my father. I hated the life he gave me but everyday I wake up, doing everything I can to keep him alive. He was my father after all and in my heart, I held on to the fact that there was a slight chance of redemption in him.

A second chance.

I so desperately wanted to give him another chance at being a better father but at every opportunity, life kept snatching it away from me.

All I had in my savings was three hundred, which wasn’t even half of the money they requested. I can't lose my father and I need to save him. There and then, the contract and Enzo’s promises filled my head