Sold to the Capo-Chapter 91: LIVING WITH THE ENEMY

ADRIANA’S POV

I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I tiptoed back to my room.

I was utterly screwed.

Salvatore?!

Did Vincenzo know about this? He couldn’t know about this and still send me here, he wouldn’t have put the Haven in his care if he knew that Salvatore had an ounce of responsibility in what was happening.

My heart clenched repeatedly in my chest and I locked the door to my room, suddenly feeling paranoid.

Why would Salvatore betray Vincenzo? He was working for the Bratva? It was unlikely for a Don from the Italian family to team up with the Russian Mafia.

I knew that Salvatore was technically not a part of the Italian family as he had formed his own empire here in Costa Rica so it didn’t take much to keep that in mind. He was talking to Master LaRosa... why?

Nothing here made sense and it seemed I had more questions popping up whenever I tried to understand something from this situation.

If he was the snitch, it would mean he was working for the Bratva, but he was talking to Master LaRosa instead, and Master LaRosa would never work with the Bratva; what would he gain? He would lose his empire. If Salvatore could go against Vincenzo and dish out everything Vincenzo did to Master LaRosa, then it was likely that he was doing the same to the Bratva, but what would he gain from both parties?

"Shit" I muttered under my breath. That’s why he didn’t want to give me a phone, he didn’t want me to reach out.

I stood up and scrambled to the window, looking down from there. I had to leave this place because there was no telling what would happen.

Then another question came into my mind all of a sudden. If he was the snitch, he would have given out the location of the Haven a long time ago yet he hadn’t. It could have been a ploy to get Vincenzo to trust him to send me here, and it freaking worked because I was now on his property, far away from Vincenzo,and Salvatore was probably out ratting my location to the enemies.

I could pretend I didn’t know about his midnight calls and first get a phone out of him so that I could use it to get through to Vincenzo. He would believe me, wouldn’t he? He had known Salvatore for a long time but surely he would also believe me.

Then I realized it. I didn’t have any fucking proof about it.

Damn it.

I sat back on the bed and ran a hand through my hair repeatedly, messing up my hair and sighing. Play it cool, Adriana.

My gaze fleeted to the closet where I had buried my gun under my clothes. I needed to find a better spot for that thing, I couldn’t be caught off guard here.

Okay. I would pretend I didn’t know what was happening long enough to inform Vincenzo one way or another. I couldn’t just run away. There were kids here. The memory of the little girl at the cabin came back to me and I shuddered. I wouldn’t let that happen to these kids here.

That man who was called Julian at the warehouse was part of the Bratva and he had said that we would find the remaining kids.

Vincenzo never told me if he ever did find the kids. My guess was that if he found them, he would have told me unless they had died.

I forced myself to lie down back on the bed, listening to my harsh breathing as I stared up at the ceiling, my gaze distant.

There were so many confusing things and I was caught in the crossfire of it all.

After what felt like days on end in a repeating nightmare, I was finally able to get some sleep sometime in the early hours of the morning.

When I woke up, it was due to the nightmares that had begun to plague me again, and I jerked up, a slight scream almost emanating from me, but I quickly stifled it, my hand clutching my chest.

I was fine. Nothing was wrong. I wasn’t dead.

Yet.

Looking out the window, I saw that the sun was already high up. Shit. What time was it? I groaned and sat up, holding my aching head in my hands as I struggled to sit up, my feet automatically shuffling on the ground to get my slippers, which I wore, and stood up.

As I stood in the shower, the warm water cascading down my back, I thought back to my discovery from the previous day. I wanted to know their motives. His motive. He had the upper hand now if my assumptions were correct and he wouldn’t stop there.

Stepping out of the shower, I changed into a clean black t-shirt and jogger pants before I sauntered out of the room and almost immediately bumped into someone standing right at the door.

"Hey" It was a man.

He was slightly shorter than Salvatore, with blonde hair, brown eyes, and a particularly chubby face.

"Hey," I managed to answer, trying to keep my face straight. He wasn’t part of the Haven, he worked for Salvatore so he probably couldn’t be trusted.

He nodded and stepped aside for me. "I was told to wake you up, but I kept knocking, and when I received no answer, I decided to come back later, which is now... when I was lucky to bump into you," He explained, picking his words carefully while I stared at him with a small fake smile plastered on my face.

"Okay, sorry I overslept. Must be the tiredness," I forced a larger smile.

Who was he? I still felt sleepy which was probably due to the fact that I had gone to bed late and still had to force myself to sleep through hours of a never-ending nightmare.

"Yes, I understand you may be tired. I wasn’t around when you came around yesterday; I only heard that my brother had a new guest from Don Enzo," He said, folding his arms.

Huh? Brother?

"You’re Salvatore’s brother?" The question found its way out of my mouth before I could control it.

He raised a hand. "Not his blood brother but yes, I guess you can term me as that. My name is Vitalio. Don’t mind my presence much, I’m just here to see him and I’ll be on my way, I just wanted to say hi to you and see you in person" He let his gaze travel over me slowly, taking his time in a not so discreet way but it wasn’t a look of lust, It was more like confusion like he was trying to piece something together but it wouldn’t fit.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, rubbing at my sides nervously.

He looked back at me with a slightly sheepish look on his face. "Nothing, I’m just really surprised to see you here, enjoy your stay here. We’ll be seeing more often" He let out a low, gravelly chuckle before turning on his heels and walking away, shaking his head to himself.

Well, that was a weird encounter. My gun was still in my room as I knew it was best not to risk being seen with it but I would also need a weapon too.

Something small that I could carry around without being too obvious about it.

There had to be knives in the kitchen.

I found out from a guard that it was time for breakfast, and Salvatore, with the other residents of the mansion, were there in the dining room.

This was my chance, so I asked for directions into the kitchen, and I walked to the cabinet, glad that there was no one there.

As I looked through the different utensils, I finally found a small knife that I could easily use as a weapon and I stood up, a contented smile on my face as I stared at the sharp blade.

I dropped that one on the counter to look for something else, careful not to make too much noise but just as expected, luck was not on my side because one of the plates suddenly made a loud sound as it hit another.

I froze and so did time, it seemed.

Fuck, that was loud. I waited with bated breath, quickly shoving the knife back into the cabinet and pretending like I was looking for something else in case someone walked in but thankfully, no one came there and after waiting for a minute more with nothing, I grabbed the knife again, tucking it under my shirt, ready to bolt out of the kitchen with it to my room where I could get my shit together before I would go down for breakfast.

But as I turned, my heart caught in my throat, and I held my breath sharply, my eyes wide.

Shit.

Salvatore was standing at the doorway quietly, his blue eyes half-lidded as he stared at me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone suspicious.

Damn it.