Chapter-18🌜Sit, Princess
Zane's POV
I wake up from my alcohol-induced slumber when I feel my phone ringing.
Seeing the rarity of my personal phone ringing-it could literally wake me up from even a coma.
So when I do raise my head-I see there's a brown little sparrow sitting right on my chest. But when I do sit up, it flies away. Well damn... it feels like we both are resting.
I try to stand up from the car's bonnet. But-
"Ahh..." I groan. Sleeping in that awkward position has made my whole back sore.
But I still try to stand up, because the phone is inside the car. And fuck me...
At first I thought it was just back, now I am feeling every part of my body is crushed. Like even those parts I didn't even know existed.
I unlock the car from the key in my pocket. And go inside the car then lock it. The phone is not buzzing now-
Buzzzzz...Buzzzzz
I pick the phone up and see, it's the spawn of Satan himself. My dad.
"Ammazzami ora..."
I answer the call, and my dad's booming voice fills the car-mind you, the phone wasn't on speaker.
["Where the fuck are you whoring around son?"]
Damn... he never asks me that. What the fuck even happened?
["No where dad. Just on my way home."]
["Then come faster you piece of shit!"] He screams.
I mute the phone then start the car, and then unmute it.
Then I put the phone on speaker and reverse.
["What happened dad?"] I ask him hesitantly.
["Look the sissy boy is asking, what happened..."] I hear him chuckle.
But he isn't alone...
I know who he is with.
He continues. ["Tommorow you are getting married and you still haven't fucking left being a cunt behind huh?"]
["Dad-"] I try to say something but he interjects.
["Shut the fuck up. And let me talk faggot."] He pauses but I don't say anything, ["Get home. Fast. Otherwise you will regret it son."]
He declines the call.
And I just put the phone down. With no reaction at all. Because whatever the reaction is-its mental.
It's the same emotional loser in me, which still hurts every time we talk. As if my external body has understood, but the internal still can't accept it.
And this is the exact reason why I am so patient with William. Because I have taken much worse.
I make my way towards our house. When I reach there I enter our gates without any security check required.
They know who this belongs to. I park my car and then run inside, my heart beating faster and faster. Straight towards the conference room.
The door is already open so I go straight inside. There they are, my mom and dad.
Mom gives me a worrisome look. She's dressed in a brown leather coat and beige undercoat. She is even wearing her boots.
Which means...
They are definitely about to leave. Fuck.
My dad is wearing a suit, like always so that's not a shocker. The way he's looking at me with a creased forehead, blaring eyes and his hands in his pocket-is the danger sign in front of a dead end.
My dad clenches his jaw and says in a hushed tone, "Get ready son. You are leaving to pick William up."
'Are leaving.' It wasn't a question or an idea. A declaration.
Because Alessandro Belladonna doesn't ask, he takes. Whether you like it or not.
So it's better for you to just accept it, unless you want his men to peel your skin with a knife, like a cucumber.
But he won't kill you with a weapon.
Your death will happen from the pain.
Completely soaked in your own blood.
And you know what will happen with your body? His men will fucking piss on you and then set you on fire.
But if you are his heir...even that is not allowed. It would be such a small punishment.
The heir who was born for this.
The heir who was stamped for this.
Also did he say I am leaving to pick William up? Me?
Hmm... William won't like it.
He would feel uncomfortable.
But I can't deny my dad either, so my only option is to make sure I don't make him uncomfortable with my presence.
Yeah, that's the only solution.
"Sure sir. When am I supposed to leave?"
"In 30 minutes. Both of you have a flight in 2 hours." He says with boredom.
A flight? I know about that flight to Sicily for the marriage. But I didn't know William was supposed to fly with me...
I thought he would fly with his family...
I guess not.
I nod at him and turn around wordlessly. Going straight to my room.
I have just thirty minutes. My bag is packed already so that's not an issue.
I just need a quick shower and I will be done. I open the door of my bathroom and adjust the settings of my shower how I like it.
The temperature needs to be cold to help me with the remaining hangover.
Although, there's not much left-my dad's presence is enough of a hangover remedy.
After I am done with the shower I go straight to the wash basin and wash my face with a facewash and pat dry my face.
Jump straight to the moisturizer and then SPF. There's no time for a full routine.
I apply some cologne on my neck, armpits, knuckles, wrist and I'm done.
I look at my scruff and body hair and realise I need to shave. I like to keep it clean-maybe a little happy trail. Not more than that.
Although I am kinda thinking about growing a beard, I am not sure though.
But I don't have time, so I'll shave in Sicily. With that thought I come out of the bathroom to go to my attached wardrobe.
My outfit for today was already planned and ironed. So it's hanging ready.
I wear a navy blue suit, adjust my tie and look at my reflection in the mirror to see any signs of imperfections.
I don't find any, but I do see I haven't styled my hair and they are still messy. So I go back to the bathroom and blow dry my hair in a cold setting.
I apply some pomade when they are damp. Then go back and wear socks and then shoes.
And thank fuck, I am done. My suitcase is already carried to my car, so I just pull out my phone, to send a quick text to William.
So I pull it out and see it's from William.
This brat! I shake my head.
And don't ask me why I can actually hear this message...
Just a 'whatever'? I wasn't expecting such a talkative man to say that.
He didn't even fight this time...
Is he okay?
I start my car and drive towards his home.
The drive towards Maxwell mansion was small, or it was small because there was too much in my head to feel the time.
I park my car in front of the mansion and take my phone out to text him.
But before that I pull my shades out.
Because I can't see shit due to the blinding sunlight today.
The sun is just so bright for late December today, unlike previous days. And the place where I have parked-it's like it's coming straight inside from the glass in front of me.
When my black shades are on and visibility is finally back, I text William.
He replies in a minute.
And with that-the conversation ends.
I wait for sometime for William to come out of this mansion's huge doors, for a while.
Finally after five minutes, he comes out with his-damn he's carrying two suitcases...
I come out of the car to help him up.
"Damn...two?" I ask him with a smirk.
"How long are you planning to stay there?"
"Shut up." He shushes me and walks straight to my Rolls-Royce Ghost.
"Let me help you with that." I reach out to take the handle of one from him and our fingers brush.
"Don't touch me!" He spits his words with venom.
"Well, okay tiger!" I smirk and raise my hands. "Help yourself."
He huffs, and makes his way to my car's trunk. And just glares at it because duh...
It's not unlocked.
And I don't make a move to unlock it and just start humming 'La Donna è Mobile'.
"You gonna unlock it or should I go inside?" He says without looking at me.
"Aww if I don't-will you go inside and cry?" I toss the question out, my voice bright with a touch of mischief.
He flares his nose like an angry bull, and I swear I see fumes coming out of his head.
He turns back without looking at me and heads straight to his home.
Damn, was I way too hard? Or is he being a child? I thought we were just teasing...
But still, "Okay-Okay!" I run and stand up in front of him. And damn he's looking bright red with anger.
"I am sorry." I apologise.
He blinks, as if he wasn't expecting that. "I won't tease you again."
Okay that's a lie, because teasing him is just so much fun to drop it like that.
He unhands the handle, leaves them right there, and moves to my car.
"Put them inside." He orders without looking at me.
Oh so ordering me around already huh? "Where's the P-word?" I ask him, my tone is smug.
"Forget it. Just unlock the car." He says in a curt tone. "I will put them in myself."
Prince charming with a big ass ego...
I just shake my head and carry his suitcases to the trunk.
I put his luggage inside and lock it back. Then go open the passenger door for him.
"Come sit, princess." I tell him. A lazy, lopsided grin tugged at my mouth.
He just huffs back and circles the hood, without looking at me he goes inside the car.
Although I do see the way he rolls his eyes, when he comes near me.
Yup, I'm definitely not gonna stop teasing him. Ever.
A/N??
Well damn...
Who hates Alessandro?
A ride with Princess and his SAB....how will it go?
How was the banter between these two?
Also, guys it's 12th April, which means just ten days ago I uploaded the first chapter of this book....
Damn and now we are on 18th ?????
Keep your love and support coming, love ya ????