Chapter 3 - Amelia

When I saw him at home few minutes ago, I felt incredibly nervous and frightened. He's extremely tall and muscular.

The expensive cloth mum made me wear makes me feel like a rich prostitute. Some fancy cloth that push my breast upwards, enough to make a man drool.

And now, what just happened in the car? Was he actually going to do it in the car?

I clench my fist as he leads me into his house that looks ravishing with porcelain tiles. Everything in the room is so white and a little touch of blue. I can't believe his dark self would want to be surrounded by so much purity and innocence.

I want to throw up. The nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach from having him kiss me so deep hasn't subsided. I never felt so defeated. My life is no longer my own as I will be a slave to Lorenzo, just like my mother is a slave to my father, the mafia boss' associate.

Lorenzo bends to my level as soon as we were standing in the centre of the room to whisper something to my ear. “Your personal maid will assist you to prepare for dinner tonight…” I sight a young lady walk in with head bowed at that point. “I have a present for you at dinner. Be in your best dress.” He kiss my ears and I almost shudder but I manage to control myself.

The young lady walks up to me just as Lorenzo steps away. “Evening ma'am. I'm Lily.”

“Please call me Amelia. Lorenzo said you'll help me prepare for dinner tonight?” I sigh weakly.

“Yes and for your wedding dress shopping.” I almost scream at her for saying that. My brain feels like its in a scrambler. 

Lily shows me to my room and on the bed lay a red dinner dress that catch my attention as soon as we step into the room. “Is that…”

“Yes. It's for dinner. I'll let you change.” Lily steps out and I could finally have a space to myself for the first time today. I fight back my tears as the reality of everything that is happening dawns on me. That I'll soon be the wife to the most powerful and notorious capo in Chicago, not only that, one who the FBI have been unable to nail.

I remove my shirt and drop it on the bed. The dress on the bed have a cup bra so I remove my bra. I won't be needing it.

I hear footsteps down the hall while I remove my pants. “I'm almost ready, Lily,” I say concluding it is Lily. I walk over to the bed to pick the dinner dress.

I hear the door creak open and I spin around immediately, my breast bouncing with the force, only to see Lorenzo standing shirtless at the doorway. Damnit!

I quickly wrap my arms around my chest and suck in a breath. I almost forget the most sensitive part is still visible to him. I bounce into the bed and pull the dinner dress over my lap to hide my bare body.

“I thought you left,” I mutter as I slightly bend my head to avoid eye contact with him.

“I think I should give you the present now,” he scoffs. “What are you even doing? Hiding my property from me?”

“It's not your property,” I mutter. I manage to look at him. I stare lightly at those tattoo marks on his chest down to his arms and unintentionally notice a bulge in his tight pants.

I wrap my arms closer around my chest still feeling exposed. I close my eyes. “Please go,” I say weakly.

When I open my eyes again, I see him before me, barely few inches away from me. I flinch with a gasp. He pulls out a black velvet box and opens it before my face to reveal a large diamond ring.

“You are my fiancée and my fiancée needs a ring.”

“I won't take it,” my voice comes out unpleasantly harsh. I notice his eyes narrow and I realize he's boiling up. “I mean—this is too kind,” I try to calm him as I can't even imagine what would happen if I stir his anger.

“I am not kind, Amelia and this isn't. This ring is to prove worth that I am rich and powerful and—to mark you as taken. Do not mistake me for a good man.” He grabs my left hand and shoves the ring on my finger. “Now, quick, get ready for dinner. Leo will be by the door to lead you downstairs and to the restaurant.” Before I could protest, he shut the door and I am alone again.

I quickly slip into the red dress before Lorenzo changes his mind and steps back into the room. I put my wavy blonde hair back into a ponytail to reveal the low neckline of the dress which shows enough cleavage to make any man drool. I step out of the room, behind Leo who leads me down the hall to the car.

***

The car halts before one of the most scenic restaurants in Chicago. Leo leads me in, straight to a table. Lorenzo is already sitting at the table with another lady I can't remember seeing from anywhere around Lorenzo's house. She's laughing and I wonder if it was something Lorenzo said—Lorenzo doesn't strike me as the joke type. Not in the least.

“Oh, hi Amelia,” the lady says as soon as she sees me. And she even knows my name.

“You've hooked yourself the most powerful capo. I must say am jealous of you. I'm Mirabel,” Mirabel says as she pulls the other vacant seat next to Lorenzo for me. I slip into the seat while Leo takes his, next to Mirabel.

“Unfortunately, yes. You already know my name.”

“You look, hot.” Lorenzo winks at me and I feel my stomach clench in disgust.

“You have eyes for good things, don't you?” Mirabel smirks.

“Amelia, Mirabel is my confidant and best friend,” Lorenzo further introduces as the waiter pours us each a glass of wine.

“Mmm,” I nod.

“Lorenzo,” Mirabel suddenly calls. I lift my eyes to look each of them in the face. “That guy is staring over there at…”

I don't need further explanations to know she meant staring at me. Staring at me I know, is more than enough to cause a scene.

“No one will mess with her unless they have a death wish,” Lorenzo says matter-of-factly.

“Please, don't cause a scene,” I try to beg Lorenzo to ignore the man but he stands instead, eyeing the male who still couldn't move his eyes from me. Look away, I almost scream.

Lorenzo walks over and sits down at the gentleman's table. He looks calm and collect with his hands politely folded on the table in front of him. The man smirks and jerks his chin in my direction.

Lorenzo's jaws ticks as he pulls out a knife from God-knows-where and stabs the man directly on his forehead, the space between his eyes, killing him instantly. The man's eyes roll back in his head and blood pours out.

God! I'm never going to get the sound of his skull cracking and the squishing sounds of his brain being penetrated out of my mind.

The man's body topples and Lorenzo stands. He grabs one of the napkins and wipes his hand of the man's blood. He throws the napkin down onto the man's food and nonchalantly walks back to our table.

What did the man do to make Lorenzo kill him? That he was just staring? Is it a crime to stare?

Mirabel simply looks amused as if she enjoys Lorenzo's savagery while—I am frightened.

“Staring and insulting what is mine is what I won't tolerate in my restaurant. I do not take kindly to other men disrespecting my property.”

His restaurant? 

I feel a lump in my throat as I fight back the urge to cry. I'm being called his 'property' again. He sees me as an asset he has to protect. 

I turn back to the body whose head is now in a pool of thick red liquid and I shudder. I know for a fact that I'll be traumatized for having to witness such ruthless murder.