Chapter 5 Don't Lie To Him, He Will Find Out

Amara's POV

"It's time fora little talk, don't you think Amara?" My head snapped towards the door where stood his lean body. He rested against the back of the door as he slowly twisted the key allowing to make a clicking sound. Which signaled he locked the door, one foot rested onto the back of the door as he shoves his hands into his pockets and takes out a pack of cigarettes.

I slowly pushed the letters back into the draw, closing it without making it bait. He grabs the lighter form the coffee table and lights the cigarette in his mouth slowly exhaling as he stumbles towards me. The smoke leaving his lips in perfect twirls. "I'm pretty tired, as you should've remembered. I had a bit of a workout this morning, so can we continue this another day."

I muttered slamming my body against the leather chair, allowing the coziness of the leather to indulge my body. Matteo chuckled. He chuckled softly. Not as if he found something funny, but as if he had another idea. It was a scary chuckle. Something I wouldn't want to play with. This was the moment where I really noticed how dangerous the man in front of me was.

He stood in front of me as he leaned against the edge of the oak table, he stared out into the forest removing the cigarette from his mouth as he blows the smoke away. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" He asked not looking in my direction.

"Self-defence classes."

"They don't teach you how to hold a gun." He shot back causing me to clench onto my words, one wrong slip and I'm fucked.

"They don't, I used to go to a gun range."

"Is it now?" He asked as if he didn't believe a thing I said, he moves closer towards me throwing the cigarette into his other hand as he played his right hand against the front of the seat pulling me closer towards him. There he stood in between my legs. His head was hung over my own as he looked towards his desk to pat down his cigarette. I saw his jawline strikingly as his face was inches away from my own.

The butterflies that erupted witting me was excruciating. His head moved back towards my face as he gave me a insister smile. A smile that scared me shitless. "Do you remember when I told you that I despised liars?" He whispers into my ear pushing one of my curls behind my ears as he moved closer towards my neck.

"I do remember."

"So then why are you lying to me Amara?" I turned my head to face his, his lips were inches away from my own. All I wanted to do was jump onto him and release my sexual frustrations. He knows what he was doing to me, he knows exactly what he was doing. From the neck tattoos to his hands. The arms that caged me in. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull myself up from the leather chair as I feel his hands press against my back. I push him against the desk locking him in myself.

"Matteo, let me tell you something." I whispered back to him as I rested my body against his, allowing him to feel every curve I had without using his hands as I hold them against the table. His eyes were the softest brown infused with green, as if he held the new spring growth inside. They were the forest floor and the gentle flowers, somewhere to rest and breathe. "You wouldn't know when I lie because you don't know me, you know nothing about me. It's time to get that into your head."

My hands graze the table trying to find something to attack with, but that stops for a second when I feel his hands being pressed against my neck. "Seducing me with your body wouldn't help you find a weapon in this office princessa." He grabbed both of my hands and flipped us around as he held me against his desk pushing both hands onto the edge of it as his hands covered it.

"One day I'm going to kill you and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

"Be my guest, but the main words in that sentence was one day." I chuckled nodding my head before I kicked his dick and grabbed the pen from the pot as I stabbed his chest. He backed away grabbing onto the men before I kicked him directly into the face allowing him to stumble back.

"I had it with you." I took the chance of his weakness as I rush towards the door, unlocking it. I step outside the office and down the stairs. The minute I pull open the front door, there he stood.

Francesco pushed me into the house, his hands wrapped around my own. I noticed a few men surrounding me. probably fearing I would make another run for it yet again. Could you blame me when this Italian dick has taken me hostage? He pulls me into a dark room with just a table, and two chairs along with a pair of handcuffs. Almost looking like some sort of interview room. My heart beats as they force me to sit down onto the chair.

They allowed my hands to be let free and not restrained as four security men, who looks huge stood in every corners of the room. I looked around the only light was the one falling from the ceiling, dangling on Its own.

The door pushes itself open and I notice Matteo, Lorenzo and Francesco enter. Matteo settles down in front of me, he was beautiful. He wore a dressed White shirt which were unbuttoned at the top, his cufflinks were opened and his sleeves were rolled onto his elbows. He sighs shaking his head as he removes the heavy gun from his pockets throwing it onto the table.

Without instinct I picked it up raising it towards Matteo, that's when four other guns aim towards my own head. "Put the gun down, Principessa. Let us not cause another scene, qualunque cosa faccia, non spararle."

He said unbothered to the fact that I was holding a gun towards him. I noticed my hands trembling as my fingers wrap around the cold metal. [whatever she does, do not shoot her]

"I will shoot you, if you don't let me out now." He doesn't say anything but chuckle.

"Go ahead." He says, I take in a gulp as I flick the trigger of causing there to be a loud sound but nothing to leave the gun. Matteo never moved a muscle, not even his facial reaction changed. My heart leaped out of my chest as I threw the gun onto the table knowing there was nothing inside.

"Do you think I would be so stupid to put bullets in a gun I let in front of you?" He stands up and walks behind me, his hands grab my chin raising it slightly to meet his shimmering-coloured eyes. His touch was not cold neither was it warm. "You have confidence Principessa, I respect that." He removed my chin from his grasp and I looked around the room noticing there was no one here.

"Now, let's get to the point. You have a tattoo on your right ankle of the Spanish Mafia, care to explain?" I look down at my ankle, my father burnt me with that tattoo. He said if I didn't get it, he wouldn't mind shooting my mother so obviously without a thought I retrieved it not knowing what it was. I knew he was in a Mafia, but I didn't know what a Mafia does except sell drugs and what not.

"No dad please, don't burn me. Don't burn me." I screamed, the hold of his men pulling me down onto the bed as they trapped my legs. I looked ahead to see my father putting the stick into the lava to heat it up.

"Keep her down. You are the heiress to the Mafia. If you don't get his, your mother would be dead. See." I look to the side to see my mum on her knees with a gun to her head. I closed my eyes as they shoved a cloth in my mouth. My mother's screams were torturous enough.

My father smiled as he held the flaming stick, without a second he pushed it down onto my skin. I screamed loudly; my screams were echoing around the entire mansion. The tears left my eyes. The fear of my father as he chuckled when he removed the stick was unbearable. I felt numb. He threw it away and walked out of the room along with all the men. I laid on bed feeling the burn having an effect on me before my head was grasped by my mother whispering apologies.

I turned my head and looked her in the eyes, without knowing, darkness took over me.

Part of me was believing that maybe, just maybe Matteo was part of the Mafia. I mean the tattoo of Omertà on his neck was revealing the truth. I signed Omertà once and never have I ever done it again. I broke one of the rules and they forced me into getting burnt, beat and tortured. My own father did the blessing. So, my mother did what was best and she ran away, took me along with her. "I don't know what it is." I said, seething through my lies as I remained eye contact with him. He sighs pressing his elbows on the table as he balls both hands into a fist connected together.

"I think you do, you hesitated. Only liars hesitate. I'm going to give you the chance to tell me everything, if I soon find out you missed out something, that would be the end of you and I will make sure no family will ever recognize your face."

"You won't do anything." I said without thinking but decided to go along with it.

"I won't?" He asked amused.

"You are a verbalist; you threaten but you never do it. You said that I would be shot if I left you and I did yet here I am, still alive? Listen Matteo, I have been through much worse, you don't scare me..your little threats mean nothing to me." I almost see a sinister smile leave his face; he nods his head standing up as he rests a hand on my cheeks grazing it softly. I never looked into his eyes. I was scared. I was scared of him. God knows what he would do to me.

"You're right Principessa, I wouldn't do anything to you... because you're mine... but that doesn't mean I won't harm you in any other way. I don't abuse woman, that I shall never do but I have other ways to make you speak." From that he threw my chin to the side and the door opens allowing him to leave.

I let out a sigh of relief finally having the urge to breath all over again. What the fuck do I do?