Sold to the Capo-Chapter 37: A GUN IN MY HAND

ADRIANA’S POV

"What the hell is this?" The words tumbled out of my mouth as soon as I stepped into the cabin where he had brought us after a gruesome and tiring 7-hour drive.

I had slept off 3 hours into the trip and now I woke up to this, my muscles aching badly and the sun beginning to dip beyond the horizon.

The ground was faintly covered in snow and there was nothing but trees about, I knew we were miles away from the city, and for a brief moment, I wondered if he had brought me here to reveal his true identity as a cannibal who would skin me alive and probably roast me over a fire.

Holy shit, why did that seem so likely?

As if on cue, the door behind me shut and I swiveled around to see him standing right behind me with a smirk on his face.

"Don’t do that" I muttered, taking a few steps away from him as I looked around the cabin’s interior.

"Fai cosa?" Do what. He said in that deep Italian accent that I was sure many ladies would coo over.

"È necessario utilizzare l’italiano quando parla con me? Non lo usi spesso" "Is it necessary to use Italian when talking to me? You don’t use it often" I noted, sliding my hand over the wall, feeling the wood beneath my fingers.

"Mi piace parlare con te in italiano a volte. Ora, cosa pensi che stia facendo?" "I like to speak to you in Italian sometimes. Now what do you think I’m doing?" He demanded, still standing at the door.

"Mi guardi come se fossi un assassino seriale pronto a uccidermi" "You stare at me like you’re a serial killer about to kill me" I huffed, silently hoping he hadn’t heard me.

"Ebbene, hai ragione su qualcosa" "Well you’re right about something" He muttered, walking past me as he pulled the suitcase he had brought into a room deeper into the cabin.

My eyes widened at his last words. What the fuck did he mean by that?!

"What do you mean I’m right about something?!" I switched back to English, following him into the small room that felt cozy.

He stopped at the cabinet, dropping the suitcase to the ground and crouching down, effectively ignoring me.

"Vincenzo!" I snapped, watching him fumble with the lock of the suitcase.

"What?!" He snapped back, frustration edging his tone as he looked up at me.

"What part was I right about? The killer part or the killing me part?!" I demanded, my eyes wide.

Maybe I should have taken my chances by refusing to come here because no one would ever find my body here, would I really be killed on the day that we have the first snow?! Not to mention that it was getting dark anㅡ

"What do you think?" He retorted, fumbling with the locks of the suitcase like he had forgotten the combination.

"I don’t know what to think, Vincenzo" I crossed my arms.

He was still crouched down and he looked up at me in frustration. "Just shut up for a moment and let me do my thing" He frowned at me, all hint of playfulness gone from his eyes.

I quickly took a step back and he muttered something in Italian under his breath before focusing back on the suitcase that seemed to mean a whole lot to him.

"What’s in there?" I changed the topic, my gaze now fixed on the black leather suitcase with intricate markings.

At the same moment, the lock clicked and he swung it open and I stilled at the sight of what was inside.

As I gazed into the suitcase, my eyes widened in shock. It was filled with guns, the kind that looked like they belonged in a war zone. My heart skipped a beat as I took a step back, my mind racing with all the worst-case scenarios.

"Ah, holy shit," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. "You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?"

Vincenzo looked up at me, a confused expression on his face. "What? No, why would you think that?"

I gestured wildly at the suitcase. "Because you’ve got an arsenal in there! What else am I supposed to think?"

Vincenzo sighed, rubbing his temples. "Adriana, those are for protection. We’re in the middle of nowhere, and I need to be prepared." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

I raised an eyebrow. "Prepared for what? A zombie apocalypse?"

Vincenzo’s expression turned dry. "No, more like prepared for hunting"

I felt a chill run down my spine knowing we weren’t going to be hunting animals. "What? What are we hunting? What are you hunting?"

Vincenzo’s eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something there. But then it was gone, and he was back to his usual stoic self.

"That’s need-to-know information, Adriana. And right now, you don’t need to know."

I scowled, feeling a surge of frustration. "Great, just great. Because being married to a mysterious, gun-toting man wasn’t already on my bucket list."

Vincenzo’s expression didn’t change, but I could have sworn I saw a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"You get easily worked up, Tesoro," he said, his voice low and husky. "I’ll give you that."

I rolled my eyes, feeling a bit exasperated. "Gee, thanks. I think."

As I stood there, still trying to process the sight of all those guns, Vincenzo suddenly reached into the suitcase and pulled out a sleek, black pistol. My heart skipped a beat as he tossed it over to me, and I caught it instinctively, my mind racing with fear.

For a moment, I just stood there, frozen in shock, the gun clutched in my hand. Vincenzo’s expression was calm and serious, but I could sense a hint of amusement in his eyes.

As I slowly came back to reality, I looked down at the gun in my hand, feeling a wave of panic wash over me. "What the...?" I trailed off, my voice shaking slightly.

Vincenzo’s expression turned serious. "It’s fully loaded, Adriana. It’s for your protection."

I stared at him, incredulous. "I do not intend to go hunting with you, Vincenzo" I hissed.

Vincenzo’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "Who’s to say you won’t? You’ll thank me soon enough, Tesoro. But let me make one thing clear: you should never think of using that gun on me. Do you understand?"

I was still feeling a bit dazed. "Y-yes, I understand."

More like I’ll try to not shoot myself in the head first. This was probably the first time he was trusting me with a loaded weapon.

Vincenzo’s expression turned cold. "And make sure you keep the safety on at all times. I don’t want you accidentally shooting yourself... or me."

I looked back at the gun. Mine. Something to protect myself, it scared the shit out of me but... it felt nice knowing I wasn’t a defenseless person. For now.