I opened my bedroom door to see my mom standing there. "Stay here, sweetie. I'll check who it is," she whispered. I nodded my head and she closed my door. As soon as I heard her walking down the stairs, I cracked my door open.
I heard the front door open then I heard my mom gasp. I heard the door slam shut then open back up again quickly. "Christine, nice to see you again," a deep voice said. It sounded young, not old and scratchy.
"Get out of my house, Lombardi! You don't belong here!" I heard my mother shout. Then I heard my mother grunt. "Shut up, cagna. Marco owed me a ton of money. Now I'm here to take what's mine."
Was he going to hurt her? "What do you mean? Why must you harm me if my husband was the one in debt?" Why did my father owe this man money? My father made a ton of money being the boss at a corporation.
"Marco knew the rules. If he didn't pay us back, him and his family would be exterminated. He knew that," the man spoke. "He didn't die on purpose! Let us pay you back, without Marco!" My mother tried to reason.
"Us?" The man asked. "Who else is here? Is she here?" He asked deeply. "No! No one is here. I meant it figuratively," my mother replied. The man grunted and said, "cerca la casa." It was silent till I heard stomping coming up the stairs.
I heard the bathroom door burst open and rustling coming from inside. I slid under my bed and held my hand over my mouth. The rustling continued next door until I heard the door close. The stomping continued and stopped right in front of my cracked bedroom door.
I saw the faint shadow of a pair of shoes under my door. My door creaked slowly open and the person walked into my room. The person opened my closet and moved all my clothes around. Then he went over to my desk.
He looked under my desk and then his head turned towards me. He was ugly. He had dirt on his face, his beard was old and crusty looking, and his clothes looked like they have never been washed.
He smirked and I screamed, backing up. He reached for me and I kicked him in his nose. His nose started bleeding but he grabbed my foot and pulled me out from under my bed.
He stood me up and put my hands behind my back. I struggled but then found it to no use. The man was really strong. The man pushed me out of my room and roughly guided me down my stairs.
"Don't hurt her, Lombardi! She hasn't done anything wrong!" My mother shouted. The man guided me down the rest of the stairs and I saw who my mother was talking to. My breath hitched when I saw him.
He was beautiful. Oh my. I mean, wow. I've never seen anyone so beautiful in my life. His face was perfectly sculpted. His eyes were dark, his jaw was sharp but strong, and his lips looked so kissable. I wanted to touch him so badly.
The man behind me pushed me down to the ground and I landed on my hands and knees. The other man, the one known as Lombardi, rushed to me and held out his hand. I took it hesitantly and he helped me to my feet. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my silk short shorts.
"Gentile, Paul. Lei è una principessa," Lombardi glared at the ugly man. "Don't touch her, Luca! If you hurt her I will kill you!" My mother shouted. The man held my hand in his and looked deeply into my eyes.
"Dove sei stato? Sto cercando anni," the man whispered to me. I didn't know what to say. I had no idea what gibberish he was speaking. He smirked at me and my mother started stomping over to us.
My mother ripped him away from me and then she stood in front of me protectively. "Leave, Luca. I don't want you near my daughter!" She yelled. "Aspetta, questa è la figlia di Marco?" "Yes," my mother replied while rolling her eyes at the handsome man.
"How do you think Marco would feel about you putting your hands on his daughter?" My mother asked. "Non penso che mi importerebbe," the man looked at me. My mother huffed and looked at him again.
"Luca, she doesn't even remember you. Leave her be," my mother warned. "Non vedo la mia principessa da cosi tanto tempo," the man grumbled. "Leave," my mother ordered. "No, Christine. Volgio parlare con Vanessa."
My name sounded beautiful coming out of his mouth. Wait, how did he know my name? My mother stood in front of me then she took a step to the side. "Fine. 5 minutes. And I want all of your men out of my house, now!"
Lombardi made a signal with his hand and the ugly man behind me left, and all the men that were standing at the door walked out of the house. The man looked at my mother and said, "Posso parlarle da sola?"
My mother stood silent for a second and then said, "don't touch her." Then she walked to the kitchen. The man turned to me and smiled warmly. I just continued to look into his beautiful eyes. "Do you remember me, principessa?" he asked.
I felt bad. Was I suppose to remember him? "No, sorry, sir," I answered softly. "That's alright," he smiled back. "It's been 9 years since we spoke." How old was this guy? I just nodded my head, having no idea at what I should say.
"You look very beautiful, principessa," he wrapped an arm around my waist. "Uh, thank you," I smiled at him. I could feel my face get hot and I looked down. He put his fingers under my chin and raised my gaze to his face.
"Sei cosi dannatamente sexy," he grumble. All I could understand of that was 'sexy'. I felt my face get even hotter. "Per favore, sii mio." I decided I should probably break the news to this guy. "I-I'm sorry, sir, b-but I don't understand what you're saying."
He just smirked down at me. "That's alright, principessa, for now," he put his head to my neck. He took in a deep breath and wrapped his arms tightly and securely around my waist. "Christine!" he yelled towards the kitchen.
My mother walked out, glared at him and said, "don't touch her, Luca!" I assume his name first name is Luca. Mr. Lombardi started pulling his hands away from me but I stopped him. "He's not hurting me, mother," I said. She looked at me questionably and I put my head down.
"Principessa?" Mr. Lombardi questioned. "Yes, sir?" I questioned. "Go get your phone and then come back. I need to speak to your mother, okay?" He asked me. I nodded and he kissed my forehead and let me go. I ran up the stairs and felt his gaze on my lower body as I ascended the stair case.