Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 42
TAKE BY THE MAFIA LORD
Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 42
(A Twist of Fate…)
GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance
©Cisca. H
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Bother Me All You Can
It was the day Vincenzo was to return. Freya has been excited since the previous night, knowing fully well he would call to ask of her when he realizes she isn’t in his home.
She had even lost the appetite to eat, all her mind and attention was on Vincenzo. She was so desperate to look at his face once again, to watch him smile at her and have a taste of his lips in hers. Oh, what a dream of expectations.
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Vincenzo returned from his trip, standing at the doorstep of his private plane, sniffing in the welcoming air. He walked towards the black car where his driver awaited, opening the door for him. Upon reaching home, he was happy to see Freya again after three days of absence.
However, as he entered the house, he sensed a strange aura and noticed how quiet it was, unlike usual. When he tried to go to Freya’s room, he found the door locked, which left him frowning.
Heading to his room, he encountered Kelly busy with her phone. He asked her about Freya, but she snubbed him and continued with her phone, revealing that Freya had decided to leave on her own because she wasn’t happy with Kelly still being in the mansion.
Despite Kelly’s intention to stay, Freya took action and left the house. Vincenzo was left concerned and perplexed about the situation. He doesn’t trust Kelly’s words, but then he asks her if she has any idea where Freya must have gone.
“Why asking me that, Enzo? How am I supposed to know her whereabouts like I’m some kinda spy or what exactly?” She returned back to pressing her phone.
“Fine, I’ll search for her myself.”
“Go ahead, after all that’s all you can do. Jump from one woman to another, yet, no one holds your heart. You know what, I don’t pity you, it’s the poor bitch I pity. Just as you are, I won’t be surprised if you dump her just the way you have dumped me. It’s your character, after all.”
Vincenzo was certain Freya would remain the last woman in his life. Yes, Kelly was right about what she just said. He doesn’t know how to keep a relationship, especially when the naughty clubhouse downtown is concerned.
He goes after ladies with beauty and nice figures, whenever he comes across another with his taste, he drops the previous ones and chases after the new ones. But that won’t happen to Freya, she remains with him for the rest of his life.
Vincenzo nervously dialed Freya’s number, his heart pounding heavily with concern. As the phone rang, he hoped she would pick up and he could ask her why she had left without letting him know. To his surprise, it was Myra who answered, and he could hear her soft voice on the other end.
“Myra, is Freya there?” Vincenzo inquired, trying not to sound too eager.
“Oh, hi Mr Vincenzo! You’re back home!” Myra replied warmly. “Freya is in the bathroom at the moment. She should be out soon, though. Can I take a message?”
“No. I want to meet you guys in person.” Feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency, Vincenzo decided to ask for their address. “Actually, could you give me your address?”
She provided him with the address, and he thanked her before quickly ending the call. Vincenzo rushed to his car, excitement and nervousness fueling his every move.
With adrenaline pumping through his veins, Vincenzo drove as fast as he safely could towards the address Myra had given him. His mind was racing with thoughts of Freya, he can’t wait to see her face again.
Finally arriving at the address, Vincenzo took a deep breath. He left his car, rushing towards the door. He composed himself before ringing the doorbell. Myra opened the door, greeting him with a warm smile.
“Mr Vincenzo, you’re welcome. Glad to have you back.”
“Yeah, I couldn’t wait to see Freya,” Vincenzo admitted, trying to sound nonchalant.
Myra led him inside, and as they made their way to the living room, she said, “Freya just finished bathing, but she’s still getting dressed. She’ll be out in a few minutes.”
Vincenzo settled into the living room, his heart still pounding with excitement. He tried to focus on some thing to distract himself from the nerves, glancing around at the photos on the walls and the decorations that adorned the room.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Freya emerged from her room, looking surprised and delighted to see Vincenzo. “Oh, my goodness! You’re here!” She looked at Myra. “Why didn’t you tell me he was coming over?”
“He wanted to make it a surprise.” She shrugged. “It finally worked out.”
“Enzo?” She called his name in a soothing way.
“I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to see you, talk to you,” he replied, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
Freya smiled, touched by his sincerity. “I’m glad you came.”
It dawned on Vincenzo that she had shown up without her wheelchair. “You can walk already?” He asked surprised.
“Yeah.” She giggled. “Lately I’ve been walking without the wheelchair. I can’t continue sitting my ass there all the time. I’m healed now!”
“I can see that ” he smiled
“Oh, forgive my bad. Do you mind for any thing, sir? We have salad, fried rice and red champagne. Wanna have some?” Myra asked in an formal way
Vincenzo smiled. “I’m not hungry, but the champagne can do.”
“Will be ready at your service.” She left for the kitchen, taking a bottle from the refrigerator and pouring it into a glass cup.
Meanwhile, Freya went to sit beside Vincenzo. “I’ve been longing to see you again. I knew you’d come for me.”
Vincenzo held her hand. “Kelly told me you hated the way she still stays in my home that is why…” He paused. All these while he didn’t notice the bruises on her face is because she had covered her bruises with her hair.
But some how, the breeze blew and a part of the plasta gum was exposed. “Why what?” She asked, wondering why he had stopped talking.
He was about shifting the strands of her hair to take a better view but she slightly moved her head back. “What happened to your face? Who did that to you?” He asked. She let him look at her face, it was destroyed. “Freya, who did this to you?” Now he was foaming in anger, ready to take a bitter action to whoever is responsible.
“Enzo, it’s nothing.”
“Nothing?!” He stood up angrily. “Freya, your face is bruised and all you have to say it’s nothing? Kelly did this to you, didn’t she?”
“No. Myra didn’t let her in for any reason. It was while on our way here, I got attacked. But you don’t have to worry, I’ll be fine.”
“It’s Kelly, she’s the one who bruised her face.” Myra said as she walked out of the kitchen with the glass of champagne in her hand. “She also gave her a mark on her back. She did these just to get her out of the mansion.”
Freya buried her face from Vincenzo. Vincenzo was bitterly angry at Freya for lying to him. “Why would you cover some one who desperately wants you dead?”
“Enzo, I… I… “
He pulled her shirt up to see the plasta they had used to cover the bruise. His eyes turned red. “I’m disappointed in you, Freya. Why would you lie to me after what she did to you?”
Freya was speechless, she couldn’t look at him. “I’m sorry, Enzo. I couldn’t bother you because of her. And…”
He squatted down, “You don’t have to feel like you’re bothering me. I want you to bother me, I want you to tell me all your problems and worries. You don’t have to hide any thing from me.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“I’ll make her pay for this, I promise.”
“No, Enzo. The only thing you can do for me is to walk her out of your home. I don’t want any one to be a threat to my life, to our relationship. I want it to be us, just us and no one else. After you have done it, then I’m ready to go home with you.”
“Then consider it done.” Freya smiled victoriously.
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Who’s as happy as I am….
