Owned By The Mafia King

Chapter 5 ~ Mine

Ella

Having successfully pulled my stunt to feel better, it doesn't work!

I still feel like shit and my ass still burns from those spanks Adrian gave me. That man is a psychopath and I hate him. When the detective meets me I will surely team up with him. I want my life back and I will do whatever it takes to keep my family safe.

Picking up my phone, I call Toddy who picks on a third ring.

"Hey T it's me, Ella," I whisper into the phone.

"Ella? Oh, baby! How are you? Are you safe?" he asks sounding panicked and I nod forgetting that he can't see me.

"Yes, I am. I'll be home soon so wait for me and stay safe okay? I've got to go now."

"Ella! Waai.." before he can finish I hang up. Staying on a call longer with him might put him in danger. I just hope these calls are not recorded.

One thing I have noticed is that Adrian gave me a restricted number I can call but no one can call me which explains why Nana hasn't been able to reach me.

A knock brings me to life, and when I open it, I find a smiling Camilla.

"What is it?" I ask.

She looks at me closer and her smile turns into a frown. "What the hell happened to you?" she asks and I just shake my head, unable to talk about it.

"Come in," I invite her but all she does is shake her head and sigh.

"I'm not allowed. Frankly, I'm very shocked as to why you're still alive." she jokes but I know there is a hint of genuine curiosity.

"Are you serious no one has ever been here?" I ask as I get seriously curious.

"No one except Luca. He breaks all the rules and behaves like he's crazy."

I watch as she talks about Luca longer than necessary but I don't cut her short.

"Anyway, I was supposed to bring you breakfast but I figured we could just go downstairs. I'm not allowed but no one is here. Sofia is probably shopping and Signora rarely comes. So why not?" she laughs and I join her.

"Sure, let's go."  I close the door behind making sure Camilla doesn't get to see the mess I have made.

"So what do you want to eat?" she asks as we descend the stairs.

"I was thinking of having a drink. Do you have a bar here?" I ask and she hesitates for a moment.

"You want to get drunk at 9 AM Ella!?" she asks, shocked.

"Yes, don't worry you don't need to stay with me I just need some time to think I won't get too drunk I promise."  I lie.

What's the whole point of getting drunk this early if the mission is not to black out?

"If Adrian finds out he will kill me so I'll check in on you In a few hours follow me." I smile at this and follow her to the home bar.

We walk into the cozy home bar, the warm glow of dim lights welcoming us. My heart races with anticipation as I find an empty barstool, my unsteady legs almost betraying my excitement.

I scan the room, searching for a waiter who can grant me a taste of liquid courage. Finally, I spot one, dressed in a crisp white shirt. I beckon him over, my voice trembling slightly as I ask for a couple of shots.

"Please be careful Ella," she warns me again and I nod assuringly.

The waiter hesitates, his eyes darting around nervously. He mumbles something about not wanting to upset Adrian.

I ignore it and my being adamant overpowers his doubts. Reluctantly, he pours the shots and places them in front of me.

Without much thought, I down the first shot, feeling a warm rush of courage wash over me. The second shot quickly follows, and I can sense the alcohol starting to take control of my senses.

Everything I have been through the past two weeks comes crashing down on me.

As time goes on, more drinks flow and my judgment grows hazy.

In my intoxicated state, I can't resist the temptation to call Adrian, despite the waiter's earlier warnings. With a shaky hand, I dial his number which he saved on his own, my words slurring as I speak to him.

"Hi, master," I speak lazily into the phone as I fight for my eyes to stay open.

"Ella? Have you been drinking?" he responds clearly irritated but full of concern.

"Don't do that you Gorgeous criminal! Don't play with me but then again that's what I am to you, a pet right,? You are nice to me one minute and cold the next, you fuck me, punish me and ignore me all in one day." I sniff as I attempt to take another shot but fail.

"Shit!" he curses and I smile into the phone.

"I'll be home soon. I'll ask Camilla to help you out," he assures me and I don't know how I feel about that because now my eyes completely shut down and I give in to the darkness.

……

I wake up with a pounding head and something warm next to me. My memory is fogged as I try to remember what I did after I got drunk.

It's a warm body.

But I'm not afraid because I know that scent. The smell is so intoxicating.

Oh my God! Camilla. And the mess!

I slowly get up but the pain shoots and I lay back down with a groan. When I look around, the room has been swept clean. All the pieces I cut are no where to be seen.

Is it Camilla or Adrian who cleaned?

Before I can answer my own question he stirs" My little spitfire has been busy today mmmm," Adrian whispers in his sleep voice making it sound deeper.

Oh my goodness this man.

"Please don't kill Camilla." I plead.

That is if he hasn't already the little voice whispers and my heart drops.

"Of course, I will have to. How else will others learn?" he sighs as he gets up.

It's a serious conversation but his abs on display with those shorts hanging loose are not helping. He has a dragon tattoo on his chest and a couple of other drawings I can't make out. He looks sexy but stressed. I don't ask too much because I know he won't tell me anyway.

But I can't help but wonder what can trouble the King himself. Is it the detective?

"How are you feeling? You shouldn't do reckless things like that when I'm not around Ella." he rolls out my name on his tongue so smoothly that the rest of what he says is not something I can hear.

"I'm okay." is all I can make out.

I know I'm supposed to apologize but my tongue is heavy. I don't know how he will punish me but I hope it will only be me being punished. My eyes fill with horror when I remember the waiter.

Oh no!

"Did you kill the waiter too?" I ask as my heart beats so fast I feel like it will burst.

He gives me a look I can't read but ignores my question.

"I was in the middle of a fucking important meeting! Do you have any idea about what happens to girls who get drunk carelessly?" he asks and I frown.

"I was drinking from the home bar Adrian, give me a break!" I shout and I  instantly regret it because he is on me in a second.

Rough hands are on my neck as he squeezes enough pressure to make me struggle for air. My eyes fill with tears but I don't beg or back down. His eyes are full of rage. He lets me go with a thud and as I catch my breath he hits the wall next to me.

Horror fills me as I look at his knuckles which are now bloody from the impact. I'm too shocked to speak or think of anything else.

"You will watch how you talk to me. Do you understand?" his voice is only a whisper but everything vibrates.

I have never seen someone so angry. The fear I felt moments ago is replaced by something else. The feeling is foreign and like a magnetic field, I'm pulled to him.

No matter how angry he gets I know he wouldn't hurt me.

"Don't fucking come near me!" he warns but I ignore him.

His eyes lock with mine and like a moth drawn to a flame, I walk closer. His gray eyes look like a storm is brewing in them. All the days I've known him I've never seen him lose control. Something must have happened.

He can't tell me but I can make him feel better. I should run, I should hide, I shouldn't even go near him after how he almost choked me to death but I can't.

I want to be the one who makes him feel better.

Sofia is somewhere in the house. His fiancee who has the right but my selfish desires refuse to let him go.

He is huge and so Tall. When I stand In front of him he says nothing but just watches me. I push him slightly and he complies. My push leads him to the bed. Where he sits on the edge. I stand between his legs then slowly, I kneel down.

I'm not experienced but I want to try. His eyes grow darker as he realizes what I intend to do.

"Piccolo fuoco allo spiedo." he groans and whispers in his thick Italian accent.

I don't know what the hell that means but I promise myself to go look it up later. As I unbuckle his belt, his phone rings. With his bloody hand, he picks to look at the caller ID, and his face hardens.

"Mmm." is all he says and listens throughout as the other person speaks.

All the while, he plays with my hair and pulls it slightly now and then.

"Get the Jet ready." is all he says as he looks down at me.

"Piccolo fuoco allo spiedo, something came up, love. I have to go. I'll be back soon. Sofia is still staying with us but don't let her intimidate you." he smirks.

"Where are you going?" I ask with a frown.

"Italy, I need to settle something urgent." he winks as he stands up.

Now he is back to being playful?

"I don't know when I'll be back but Luca has to come with me. I'll assign another team to protect you. Don't do anything stupid Ella. You saw how angry I can get especially when it comes to you.

When it comes to me? I'm not sure if he meant that as a compliment or because he spent so much money on me.

"Is it dangerous?" I ask unable to hide my worry over the sudden change of events.

"What?" he asks as he continues to type something on his phone."No it isn't," he responds once he finally understands what I'm implying.

And just like that he takes a quick shower, changes into a suit, and leaves for Italy.

Leaving me confused but what I did not know was that my feelings would be the least of my problems.