A/N: Picture of Vito (you'll meet him in the next chapter or so)

This chapter is edited.

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We finished our dinner in silence. I guess he is not a very talkative person when his business is not in question. Because honestly, the only thing we talked about is what I saw, how I need to keep quiet about it and that I need to keep him updated with what I do.

Boring. It's not like I was expecting something else, but still. I have attention span of 3-year-old and I need something to keep me occupied all the damn time! I get bored easily and can't stay concentrated on something I am not interested in. Now, do you see my problem? I am not interested in his rules and what not.

The maid came back when we were done and took our plates away. I nibble on my lips as I wait for him to decide we were here long enough. "You are very inpatient person, Alexa." He says, making me look at him in confusion.

"Yes, I am. How did you know?" I ask him curiously. I am willing to talk about anything except what is expected from me here.

He looks at me and shakes his head. "I am quick and good at reading people, it does me good in my business. And you are very obvious with your lip biting, playing with your fingers, tapping your foot against the floor... things like that give you away instantly."

I pout at him. "So unfair. I can never tell what you are thinking, or what kind of mood you are in."

He laughs a little. "Then I am doing a good job. It wouldn't be okay for my job to have you read me so easily." He says and then slowly gets up. "Let me show you where the bedroom is, Alexa."

He turns to me and I get up. I then follow him somewhere upstairs, both of us quiet. Again. We walk to the second floor and then we take the right hall. There are so many halls in this house, you can get lost easily.

We stop in front of big oak doors after who knows how many turns. He looks at me. "This is where you will be staying. The bedroom has a bathroom in it too, so feel free to use anything in the room."

I nod a little and bite my lip. "Just one question. How am I supposed to find my way back downstairs from here? Because I am totally lost."

He chuckles a little. "Someone will always bring you here and then downstairs, don't worry about it. Oh, and you will be having breakfast and dinner with me, everyday no matter what." He says and I nod a little. "And if we both have time, we might even have lunch together." He adds.

I nod a little. "Okay. Um, can I use kitchen? You know, to bake something."

He nods. "That's another thing I was going to talk with you. I don't want you staying in the bakery too long, so you will be baking here. If you need someone to taste your things, I have a sweet tooth and so does most of the guys here."

I nod again. "Okay, thank you, Luciano." I say softly and look up at him.

He smiles. "I still need to stop at the office. So you can go take a shower and I'll see you later." He says and then walks off before I can say anything to him.

I sigh and walk into the room. I should get used to him leaving without giving me a chance to say bye to him. The room is big, and when I say big, I mean big. In the middle of the room there is a king sized bed with a bunch of pillows on it. There is a door on the left side of the bed, leading into what I assume is the bathroom and next to the entrance there are another doors and from what I see, they are leading into a walk in closet.

On the outside wall, there is a big window and glass doors that lead to the balcony. Opposite of the bed, there is a small writing desk with some papers and pens on it. The view from the room is amazing, it looks over what is behind the house, something I hadn't saw before. It overlooks a pool, some more garden and the forest.

I walk to my bags that are placed next to the bed. I sigh and pull them to the end of the bed. I'll put the clothes on their places tomorrow, I am too lazy to do it tonight. I open one of my suitcase and pull out an oversized T-shirt in which I sleep. I pick a new pair of panties too and the grab the toilet bag before walking into the bathroom.

The bathroom, just as every other room in this house, is big. Opposite of the door there is a big bath tub in the right corner and just as big shower in the left corner. On the left side of the bathroom there is a toilet and on the right side, there is a sink and some cabinets and drawers. The towels are stacked in between the shower and bath tub, on a small glass table.

I put my bag onto the counter next to the sink and take out my shower gel and shampoo. I put my toothbrush and toothpaste down next to the sink. I take off my clothes and put them into the bin next to the doors.

I walk to the shower and step in. I turn on the water and close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the falling water on my body. I wash my hair, twice, and then my body, before turning off the water and opening the shower doors. I grab a towel and dry myself off.

I smile a little and pull on my panties and the T-shirt. I comb my hair and twist it up into a bum on top of my head. If I don't do that, my hair is all over the place in the morning and it's full of knots. I can't even get a brush through it, stupid hair.

I brush my teeth and use the toilet before walking back to the room. I turn off the light in the bathroom and the one in the bedroom as I close the doors to the bathroom. I sigh and stretch a little before sitting onto the end of the bed.

I don't really know where my phone is, but it doesn't really matter as the alarm will still ring. I will just need to find my phone in the morning something I am already used to anyway. I lay down onto the bed and push the covers to the middle of the bed.

I yawn and snuggle into the covers. But I didn't have that many and they are not so firm and warm. I frown a bit and move my hand over what is next to me some more, trying to figure out what it is.

And when I do, I scream and bolt out in the bed. Next to me, is a living and breathing person, a guy and I was touching his chest. What the hell is someone doing in my bed?

I scream even loudly as the person groans and starts to move. "Would you shut up?" The Italian accent is very clear in his voice and I turn to glare at him. "And stop glaring like it's my fault you started screaming."

How the hell does he know I was glaring at him? It's dark in here! He turns on the night light on his side and looks at me, still in a lying position.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed, Luciano?" I ask, crossing my arms across my chest. I am more than aware of my lack of clothing and him being shirtless. I hope he has pants on and not just his underwear. That stupid pervert.

He rolls his eyes at me. "This is my room and I am sleeping while you are screaming your head off." He says and turn to look at me.

I title my head in confusion. "Then what am I doing here?" I ask in confusion. He must have known this is his room when we got here before.

"You didn't think I would let you stay alone at night? Who knows what you could do, Alexa." He says and shrugs at me.

I glare at him. "So I must share a bed with you? I would rather sleep in that god forsaken cell you have in your basement! Who knows what you might do to me!" I almost yell at him.

He sits up and glares back at me. I gulp as the covers fall down to his lap, and show off the top of his Calvin Klein tight boxers. I bite my lip and look back at him.

"You shouldn't be worried about what I might do to you, I should be worried about what you might do to me, Alexa." He says with a smirk and I huff, looking away from him. "And do remember, the next time you use that tone of voice with me, I am sending a bullet into your head, no regrets."

I stare at him and gasp. He can't be serious, right? "I am very serious, Alexa. Now, shut up and lie down, so we can sleep. And the bed is big enough for us to stay on our sides and not touch or anything." He says and turns off the light lying back down on his side.

I bite my lip and slowly lay back down too, turning my back to him. "Goodnight." I whisper softly as I don't know if that is a good or a bad idea to say.

"Sweet dreams Alexa." Luciano says back to me and I smile a little. And then, before I knew it, I am falling asleep, not being sure about the arm that might be or might not be around my waist, holding me back against Luciano's chest.