Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
WREN
F orty minutes later, I think I’ve packed everything I wear on the daily into my suitcase. It’s not hard to do when you barely own anything. I’ve always wanted to be one of those girls with a big enough wardrobe that they don’t have to wash clothes for a month. I bet Matteo has one that size. I didn’t physically see the closet, but if it’s big enough for him to actually disappear into, it has to be massive.
Walking out into the living room with my suitcase in tow is like deja vu. Matteo is sitting in the same exact spot he did on the first night he broke into my place.
“Ready?” Matteo asks from his spot on the couch. The first few buttons on his maroon dress shirt are undone, allowing just a slight amount of chest hair to poke through. Just enough to make you fantasize about what the rest of him must look like. I bet it leads you straight down to his massive cock that's making himself known against his thigh from the confines of his dress pants .
“Not really.” I don’t want to stay with you while all of this is going on. “What happened to the blood in the kitchen?” If my landlord came in and saw that when he fixed the front door, I’m definitely getting served eviction papers.
“I had it taken care of. Same with your door.”
“Why?” I ask, studying him. Feeling slightly guilty for asking me to help him out when he was hurt, I get. But this is becoming too much. Why would someone like him care so much about what happens to someone like me? It just doesn’t make any sense.
“It’s the least I can do.” Matteo stands up and looks out the window, scanning the street. I didn’t notice it before, but his body is tense like he’s just waiting for something to happen.
“Something out there?” I ask, coming to stand behind him and look out as well. There are no lights on in my apartment. The only glow is from the streetlights, making it easier to see out.
“No,” Matteo replies coldly, breaking out of his trance. “Let’s get out of here. I’m sick of being in this shithole.”
Well, okay then.
The change in his demeanor stings. I know this place is a shithole, but it’s my shithole. A small part of me thought maybe we had gotten past this phase. He’s so hot and cold. The man can go from licking water off my body to acting like I’m the bane of his existence at the drop of a hat. Which he is fully bringing on himself.
“Lead the way, boss.” I wave my hand out, sarcasm laced in my tone.
Matteo just arches an eyebrow at me before grabbing my suitcase from me and walking out of the front door without another word.
The few flights of stairs that usually take me less than a minute to get down feel like it’s taking hours. The tension is coming off of this man in waves. I get I might have fucked up a little by leaving without telling him, but he’s not my keeper. I’m not a dog. He can’t just tell me to stay and have a man guard me.
If anyone should be mad here, it’s me. I think I had a right to know from the beginning that I was getting involved with the fucking Mafia of all things.
Just as my foot hits the last step, I can’t take it anymore.
“What is your problem?” I can feel the attitude I’ve been keeping a lock on starting to boil over.
Matteo doesn’t look back as he pushes through the entrance of the building, with me blindly following him out. “Noth–” Matteo starts to grit out before everything blows up in our faces. Gunfire erupts as shot after shot sounds like it’s coming right toward us.
Matteo reacts instantly; his body slams into me, knocking me to the ground, with him landing on top of me like a human shield. Like a knight.
“Are you hit?!” Matteo yells over the gunfire and screams from the innocent people caught in the crossfire.
“No!” I feel Matteo searching for something around the waistband of his pants. Two seconds later, that same hand emerges with a gun.
“Stay down behind this car!” Matteo yells. Just as I feel him start to push off of me, the shooting stops.
“You should have never stopped to help him, you stupid cunt! And then you think you can stab my boy? Your days are numbered, bitch!” a man shouts out from inside a car before peeling off, tires screeching. I couldn’t get a good look at him because of the ski mask covering his face, but that didn’t stop the tremor of fear from rocking through my body .
“I think you left out a few details, tesoro ,” Matteo says through his clenched jaw.
Huh, would you look at that? I made his eye twitch again.
“Oops.” I give him an innocent smile as I shrug one shoulder. His face doesn’t move.
I’m so fucked.