Sold to the Capo-Chapter 35: SLEEP, IF YOU CAN

ADRIANA’S POV

This had to be one of the weirdest situations I had found myself in.

My feet kept bouncing on the floor in anxiousness as I sat on the couch in the main house, my gaze fixed on the door, waiting.

Waiting for something. Anything.

The man who had come here and saw me with the Cavalieri was outside with Val who had brought me back to the main house before rushing after him and to be honest, I was losing my mind already.

I knew he had to be someone of importance in the family and that alone made me queasy, my last interaction with Vincenzo’s family ended up with me passing out and waking up with nightmares.

This man could be no different.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of approaching footsteps and I snapped my gaze back to the door in time to see the man and Val walk in.

Val looked as passive as ever as she leaned against the wall, putting a cigarette between her lips and searching her pockets for a lighter.

"I’m afraid we haven’t been properly introduced" The man sauntered to the opposite couch and collapsed on it, his blue eyes watching me with so much curiosity that I felt like just crawling into the ground.

"I know for a fact that you know my name," I said, my voice surprisingly calm.

"Yeah? You’d be right though, I do know who you are. Just had to come to see the face behind it. No one would ever believe that you’re Rossi’s daughter, hm?" His gaze raked over my figure in a scrutinizing glance before he nodded to Val.

"Seems like you’re becoming great friends with Tina already" He smirked.

Ti..Tina?

The confusion must have shown on my face because he smiled. "Tina from her name Valentina" He explained.

"Oh, well yeah... also about the dinner, I was just trying to get to know them. Besides Vincenzo isn’t around" I don’t know why I said that but the words just kind of slipped from my mouth.

"But he will soon be" He quickly said also nonchalantly.

My heart dropped and I choked on my saliva, doubling over as I tried to clear my throat. "He what?"

The man carefully studied me again and his brows furrowed. "Interesting" he muttered to himself.

"Did you call him?" I asked, my eyes wide with horror.

He smirked. "Well if there was a dinner, why wasn’t the Don invited? That’s rude, especially for a guest"

There were so many things I wanted to say to this man, things I wanted to do but most importantly, I wanted to wrap my fingers around his neck and just squeeze. That would probably land me in a physically disabled state because this man was packing muscle over the casual button-down shirt and trousers. I knew that much from one look at him, he looked docile at first ground but he was very observant, he had scrutinized almost 10 times in a minute and each time he seemed to find something that I tried to hide in my eyes.

"Who do you think you are, anyways?" I suddenly let out.

He leaned back against the couch with a disinterested glance and shrugged.

"Salvatore Rizzo. Don of Rizzo group" Valentina pushed herself off the wall, the cigarette fixed between her fingers as she walked over to us, avoiding glances with the man.

The man smiled at the sound of her voice and looked up at her. "Hm? Are you introducing me now to your little friend?", there was a note of teasing in his voice but she didn’t look at him, her jaw tightening.

I took one look at her behavior and I retracted back into the chair. Okay, Val was avoiding eye contact which was unusual which meant this person was very dangerous, stay away from him.

Note to self: If Val is uncomfortable, be scared.

"What are you doing here?" I cleared my throat, my voice suddenly turning meek again.

He looked back at me, a frown on his face again like I irritated him, unlike Val. "I guess Val forgot the most important part, I’m Don Enzo’s cousin"

My blood ran cold. Another one of Vincenzo’s cousins.

The last one... what was his name? Ravolo, that one was a total bastard and I don’t know what to make of this one.

Val finally looked back at him, the smoke from her cigarette fizzling out in a pillow of smoke.

"We should get you to your quarters, Don Salvatore" She forced a smile at him.

He smiled rather genuinely and stood up, bowing slightly in front of me, the action catching me off guard. "Well have a lovely night, Adriana. It was truly... interesting meeting you"

Not nice, not bad. Just interesting. He regarded me like I was an interesting specimen in a jar. Well, this house could easily count as a jar so...

I was snapped out of my daze as Val bid me good night and they both left the house.

As soon as they made their way out of the door, I quickly stood up and ran upstairs, my feet immediately scuffling towards the room where I grabbed my gun as useless as it was, determined not to die tonight.

I don’t know what scared me the most because 3 hours later, it was midnight and I was dozing off in the living room, clutching the gun close to my chest as I waited for Vincenzo to come back which never happened until I dozed off.

I jolted awake, my heart racing as I realized I was no longer on the couch. I was being carried, bridal-style, by a pair of strong arms. My gun was still clutched in my hand, but it felt useless as I stared up at the dark shape of Vincenzo’s face.

My eyes widened as I took in our surroundings. We were in the dark hallway, the only sound the creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath Vincenzo’s feet. I struggled to free myself, but Vincenzo’s grip only tightened.

"Put me down!" I hissed, trying to wriggle out of his arms.

Vincenzo didn’t respond. Instead, he continued to carry me towards the bedroom, his long strides eating up the distance.

As we reached the bedroom door, Vincenzo kicked it open and strode inside, depositing me unceremoniously on the bed. I landed with a soft thud, my gun still clutched in my hand.

Vincenzo loomed over me, his face still obscured by the darkness. "Go to sleep, Adriana," he growled, his voice low and rough. "We’ll talk in the morning."

I glared up at him, my heart still racing from the sudden wake-up call. "What’s going on?" I demanded, trying to sit up.

Wasn’t he supposed to be angry? Why was he behaving this calmly about the issue? That worried me to the core.

Vincenzo’s hand landed on my shoulder, pushing me back down onto the bed. "Sleep," he repeated, his voice firm.

I huffed, but my eyelids were already drooping. The exhaustion of the day caught up with me, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

As I slipped into unconsciousness, I could have sworn I heard Vincenzo’s low murmur: "And for the love of God, put the gun down."