''So what you're saying is...you sent Brea, who didn't have anything to do with this to talk to the cops... alone?'' I slowly repeat what Cesare had just told me as I feel my anger starting to build up.
Cesare doesn't say anything, he just raises a brow before plopping down on the side couch sitting at the edge of the small elevated room for the bed inside his bedroom.
Now I don't know if that supposed to be a reply
''You're just going to sit there and not say anything?!!!''
''I said it very clearly and I'm sure you heard it clearly too, I'm not going to repeat myself'' He says looking me dead in the eye
Finally the anger that I tried so hard to keep in breaks out and envelopes me
''The fuck you did, I'm also going to say this very clearly and I expect you to hear it clearly too..'' I pause and take a breath to calm my heaving chest
''I'm done with this, now keep your little game of thrones between you and your mafia buddies because I'm out''
''Piccola" he calls out calmly looking totally not surprised and unaffected by my outburst
"do not ever fucking curse at me again" he completes in the same cool tone
Cesare may know a lot of things about me probably from his crooked sources but one thing he doesn't know is how I get when I've been really provoked.
Something I inherited from mom, dad tries to not get mom that angry and when she does get that angry he avoids her the whole time.
Grandma is that way too so I guess it runs in the blood and it's a very strong gene
And when that anger comes, nothing stops us from expressing it. I hardly get this upset though but right now I am
"Well, it's not my fault that you can't handle a simple curse word. Fuck you Cesare" I say
If this made him upset, I don't know because I don't stick around for long to even find that out. I walk out the small cubicle first and then to the main door of the room
"What are you doing?" He asks
I pause after I've opened the door "what does it look like? I'm Leaving" I write the leaving on the air to add more emphasis on it
"Don't take another step out of this room" he orders through clenched teeth
"Or what?" I challenge as I slam the door shut making my way down
How dare he? I can't believe he did that to Brea, after she has been hurt by those men, I saw the bruises on her throat. It looked like she was strangled with something like a wire.
Probably when she was struggling with those men and it was all because of me, now she has to answer for what happened to the man Cesare had beat up.
Who said he could make such decisions for me?
I hear his heavy footsteps following mine and I can only imagine the look on his face right now, he'll be so pissed.
I quicken my pace until I'm running down the stairs to the front door
He starts taking faster steps until he eventually breaks into a race too coming after me.
My heart is thumping loudly, I twist the handle of the door and try to pull it open but to my dismay it's locked.
I look around frantically for another exit but by then Cesare's already at the foot of the stairs looking like he's about to murder somebody.
Pissed is not the word for it, he looks more than pissed
Oh God, what have I done?
"Do not make me have to chase after you Piccola" Cesare warns
"Oh you're going to have to do exactly that because I'm not letting up that easy" I reply
His jaw clenches and his lip form a straight line as I watch his eye get colder by the second
Damn, he's pissed!
It scares me that all of this anger is directed to me but right now I'm way too annoyed to give a chickens flip
My eyes dart from one end of the room to another looking for a quick escape
"Do you really think you can escape me?" He says, his eyes taunting me as he now starts taking smaller steps into the large sitting room.
My heart beats erratically, I know I'm playing a dangerous game daring Cesare this way when it's just the both of us in here. He could kill me, cut my body in pieces and drop each piece in different states or countries so that I never get found
I really don't think I can. But of course I'm not letting him know that, instead..
"Watch me do it" I say confidently like there's another plan in my head, I really wish there was but no matter how hard I think I'm coming up blank
"You know better than to piss me off Tabitha"
"That's not my fucking problem" I quickly retort
Cesare growls as he closes even more distance between us.
Now we're less than a feet from each other, the only thing between us is the big couch that I'm standing behind.
He doesn't say anything more, he just keeps coming closer, my eyes follow all his moves as he glides across to the back of the couch
I take two steps away with each graceful step he takes further
In less than a second and before I could comprehend what was going on Cesare lunges for me.
His left hand grabs my hand and pulls me to him and once I get closer he pulls me further in till my back hits his chest then he immediately wraps his right hand around my neck.
A gasp of both surprise and shock leaves my lips. Once again he's managed to catch me off guard.
Both of our chests heaves up and down as we breathe, mine comes out short and labored both from the fear of what he'll do and the surprise I felt right now.
"What did I say about cursing at me Little one?" He whispers into my ear. I shudder from the tingling sensation but I don't get deceived by his calmness
His sweet cologne hits my nose and my knees almost buck as they go weak
He throws me to the wall beside us and my back hits it roughly, I don't get a chance to recover from that before he's back on me.
He grabs my throat again, this time tighter than the first
"You need a little reminder of who I am?" his dangerously low husky voice whispers again into my ear making me swallow hard.
This time I can see his face unlike when my back was to him, if I didn't know him better, I would think he wasn't upset because his face remains the same and his dark eye, void of any emotions.
But from what I've known about him, when he looks this calm he's his most dangerous
It's not my first time seeing Cesare this way, but this time it's directed to me and not others
If I don't get out of here then how can I help Brea?
The thought of Brea brings an extra courage and willingness to fight this off.