I feel the fear and tension roll off of Brea, I've never seen her this composed and afraid before
Cesare hasn't said anything since that brutal scene at my house, I'm sure that's also one of the reasons Brea's sitting beside me like she'll pass out any minute.
His left hand is clenched tightly around the steering wheel while the right one is on the baseball bat he had used that is still laying on the passenger floor and has the top resting on his thigh.
His rolled up sleeve exposes his arm tattoos. Even though his hand is clenched tightly around the steering wheel he still whirs it with ease
His eyes occasionally looks at me through the rear view mirror and they're burning with an anger that can make anyone scurry away in fear.
The car is going at an impossibly fast speed, the combination of that, Cesare's stares, Brea's nerves and the feeling of nausea from everything that happened this night has my own nerves all over the place.
We drive the lonely road in an awkward uncomfortable silence but I don't feel it too much because quarter way into the drive I recline on the chair and close my eye to rest my pounding head and it wasn't long before I got drawn into this deep land of slumber.
I wake up to the sweet intoxicating scent of Cesare's cologne, from the two hands wrapped on around my back and the back of my knees, I know I'm being carried.
My eyes flutter open and they're met with Cesare's white dress shirt, I lift my head up and tilt it away from his chest to see around me.
We're in his house. When I look at him I see he's already looking down at me, a blush creeps up my cheeks and I look away
I clear my throat first ''Uhm..Yo-you can dr..op me down now, I can walk''
''Shut up'' he says half seriously
My blush deepens, we're walking his long hallway now and I try to not show how intrigued I am by the uniqueness of the place as that'll just boost his ego even more
''Where's Brea'' I ask in panic as soon as I realize she's not here with us
''In your room'' He answers
''What room?'' I ask a bit confused
He looks at the room I woke up in the first day and my eye follow his
''Is that not where you're taking me to?'' I ask even more confused
"Nope" he says as he stops in front of his room door. Somehow he manages to open the door with me in his hand "You'll be staying here with me" he adds
My eyes widen and I suddenly become fully awake. What! I'll be spending the night with him?
''wh-what d-d-do you mean? I-we can't, we can't spend the night together'' I try and fail to form a straight sentence.
Cesare doesn't seem bothered by this though, he doesn't stop walking in until he gets to the bed before he gently drops me on the soft massive bed.
"Why? Scared you won't be able to keep your hands off me?" He asks cockily
"No! we just can't share a bed yet"
''Yes you will" he declares
His eye soften a little bit when they look at me "I'll get the first aid box and a pack of ice for that" he adds referring to the bleeding cut on my face and what I believe is a black eye by now from the few punches I couldn't block
I nod and he immediately turns around and match out the room in his usual stoic form. As soon as he leaves the room I pick up my phone to text Brea
Me: Hey B, where are you? are you okay?''
Almost immediately she replies
Brea: I don't know where in the name of huge luxurious mansions I am, I'm inside one of the really big nice rooms. Jeez Tab, this place can buy the whole of this city''
I laugh a little bit at Brea's text, I wonder what her reaction was when she first walked in here, especially being left alone with Cesare, I wish I had seen it. It would be a miracle if she didn't shit her pants.
The door opens and Cesare walks in with the first aid box in his hand and a pack of ice. I drop my phone to the side and make a mental note to reply Brea later.
He hands the first aid box to me
"Thanks" I mumble as I collect it from him, for the first time since what happened I take a good close look at Cesare
His knuckles are red and bloody and they're still in a fist, I can tell they're some cuts and peeled skin on it just by looking at it.
I drop the first aid box beside me and hesitate for a while before I decide to go ahead with this, my both hands gently grabs Cesare's larger ones in them
"You're injured too, let me clean your hand up" I say looking up at him.
His dark orbs looks at me for a few seconds before they look out coldly and he pulls his hand away
"I'm fine, clean yourself up and get some rest"
"Only after I clean that up for you" I point to his knuckles
He raises a brow "Piccola, I don't have the time for this now"
"Then let's save some time from bickering so that you can be on your way, it wouldn't take more than 5 minutes" I plead with him
Cesare growls lightly obviously not pleased by me disobeying him and telling him what to do.
"5 minutes" he stretches his hand out for me and I take it in mine again, after inspecting it for a few seconds I let go of his hand and open the first aid box
"It wouldn't be such a bad idea if you sit" he glares at me and is about to say something so I quickly add "to save time"
He swallows back what he was going to say and sits down instead.
"Okay, this is going to burn a little bit" I warn after dipping the cotton pad in the disinfectant to clean and disinfect his hand first.
He motions me to go ahead so I do just that, surprisingly or not surprisingly he doesn't flinch or show any sign of pain when I apply it to his injury
"Thanks...for uhm, for coming for I and Brea" I say
"You're welcome, both of you already did a number on them before I got there. Good job" he praises and I bite my lip to hide my smile.
"That was actually mostly Brea" I say laughing a little when I remember what I and Brea did.
"How did you know what was going on?" I ask him
"I heard everything through the phone, I didn't think those fuckers would come for you" he admits, I notice his free hand fold in a fist again as he said this.
"Cesare, I'm fine. It's just a little cut from hitting my head, nothing else, you got there before they could do anything worse like taking me or even killing me" I say hoping that'll make him feel better.
"Right" he agrees but I can tell he still blames himself for it .
"But, I thought you were working? How were you able to get here so quickly?" I ask again a little bit hesitant this time as I'm not sure he'll answer me
"That's enough questions for tonight Piccola, get some rest, you've had enough for the day" he says as I put the last band aid over the last cut.
Reluctantly, I drop the topic, I was hoping I could get to ask him who those men are but I know pressing him to say something wouldn't work, that'll only get him more annoyed and I don't like the pissed Cesare one bit so I'll save it for when he's in a better mood.
"Okay, would you help me clean up then? I-I can't see my face and it's gon-it's gonna sting and I -I-I don't know, I don't k..."
"Okay" Cesare agrees cutting my rambling short
"Okay?" I ask unsure
He swiftly moves the first aid box to his side and starts bringing out things
Cesare copies what I did earlier for him. He first cleans my forehead with the disinfectant but he didn't give me a warning first so the stinging sensation just hits right in.
"Ouch!" I flinch
"Stay still" he orders, I pout a little bit but still try to sit still for him to finish up.
And while he was doing that my eyes were focused on his pink plump lips and his sharp jawline.
"You stare at my lips like you want something else" his deep voice drags me out from the terrain of naughty thoughts his lips had dragged me into
"Because they look sexy" I blurt out before I can stop myself, when I realize what I had said I wished the ground would open and swallow me.
Cesare pauses what he's doing but just for a second before he continues.
''Finally admitting to it?'' he asks cockily
I scoff ''Nope, was just pulling your legs, they look ugly and grumpy af'' I make an attempt to play it as a joke but Cesare isn't letting it go
''But you keep staring at them like you would jump on them the first chance you get, you must really like ugly stuff'' he taunts with his signature side smirk plastered on his face
''I don't wish for....'' I start defending myself but Cesare cuts me short
''Remember what happens when you lie Piccola, your next punishment may not be as fun as the last one''
I gulp as my mind travels back to that night, my thighs clutch as I think about it, Cesare's smirk widens and I mentally facepalm for giving myself away.
''Good girl" he says as he puts a band aid over the cut.
He picks up the ice wrapped in a towel and hands it to me
''Thanks'' I say taking it from him, he nods okay and starts walking out
''Cesare'' I call and he pauses ''Who were those men'' I ask
''Don't worry about them, they won't ever come close to you again, I'll make sure of that, Go to sleep''
I nod and put the ice on my face where the punches had gotten to as I watch Cesare walk out the room again.