A challenge

Chapter 5

Aurora's POV

My eyes popped at the blood that smeared his suit. Not like I expected him to be any different from his parents, but I didn't expect him to come back home with such stain.

"Yea, that's blood. Does that look foreign to you?" He snarled and stared at me like I was a child that didn't understand anything.

Deep down, I wished that he had some cuts or deep wound. No! I wanted to inflict the pain on him myself, but I had to act like I was concerned and hide the murderous feeling that was stirring inside of me.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I offered.

"No," He walked towards the stairs. "Tell Ginevra to come to my room, she knows what to do."

I nodded and headed straight for kitchen since I didn't know her room. It was lunch time already and Ginevra was going to stay in the kitchen to supervise whatever I would prepare. She still didn't trust me yet.

"Ginevra, Mr Matteo requires your presence in his room."

She gave a curt nod and walked away while I went to the pantry to get some food items that were needed to make lunch. Ilaria had been helping me settle in, her kindness was the major reason I wouldn't kill her.

"You want to prepare chicken broth and rice?" Ilaria asked.

"Uhuh. Can you help me out here?"

"Knowing that we have a cook as talented as you makes my stomach rumble in hunger. I bet your chicken broth will be more delicious than the lasagna you prepared last night."

"You keep flattering me, Ilaria. I'm not really that good, I just try my best."

I said the same lines I usually say to my uncle whenever he praised my cooking. I missed him badly and felt like going home to him. He wanted that more than anything since he didn't think I could carry out my plans, but I was doing it for me.

We hadn't talked since I got to New York even though I dialled his number severally. I'd call him later after preparing lunch.

Ginevra came back to the kitchen with a stoic expression and I wondered if she had any idea of what people like Matteo did. Even though he tried to hide it from the media, I knew that he was dangerous and could kill in a blink.

The mafia blood ran in my veins and I couldn't stop it so I'd channel it to carrying out my revenge.

"The boss wants you to make him Spinach soup and take it to his bedroom. Don't waste time."

Spinach soup was usually prepared for people with health issues, but I didn't bother asking if Matteo was sick. I didn't care as I wished that he could die from his illness. "Alright, but I don't know his room." I interjected.

"I'll show it to you when you're done preparing the food and make sure that it's very tasty." She ordered and left.

Ilaria let out a chuckle after she left and I could stop the small smile spread on my face when she left. "What's funny, Ilaria? I'm not sure that she'll be pleased to discover that you're laughing at her."

"I didn't do that on purpose. I only laughed because she acts like she's untouchable and has stone instead of a heart, but she acted differently after eating your food. She pounced on it like she hadn't eaten in days."

"Maybe she just likes it."

I took some spinach from the fridge and began to make the soup. It would have been easier if I was preparing it for everyone, but I had to make just one serving and take it to his bedroom.

His bedroom!

It felt to weird and close. The memories of last night whirled in my brain while I thought of how I'd face him again. He looked compose when I saw him in the morning like nothing happened, and if he could act nonchalant I'd do it twice better.

Soon I was done and served it in a chinaware. I left the kitchen not after Ilaria gave me a thumbs up which I nodded to.

Ginevra saw me coming towards her and began heading towards the stairs. I could have guessed where his room was but I felt at ease knowing that I wasn't alone.

I was right as his room was just beside the study. She nodded at me curtly and knocked.

My hands were already aching because of how busy I'd been. Matteo's deep baritone came through, permitting us to come in. Then I went in first with Ginevra walking behind me.

"You can go, Ginevra. I'd like to be with her alone."

Ginevra looked surprised like she wasn't expecting him to give her such an order, but she bowed quickly and went away.

I came forward to him and looked away from his bare chest that trickled with beads of water. He was just on a towel, his abs facing me enticingly.

I cleared my throat and placed the food on the bed stand. "Here's the soup you asked for. I hope you like it," I said calmly and waited for his reply.

He acted like he didn't hear me, "Sir the soup.. Don't you want it anymore?"

"I heard you the first time, Aurora." The way he pronounced my name incited some goosebumps on my skin which I wished that he wouldn't notice.

"Can I leave now?"

I shifted to one foot uncomfortably, staying with him in the same room was causing some tension that I couldn't bear. Damn! I wasn't supposed to feel this way for my enemy.

"Ginevra didn't tell you that you are not to ask me to dismiss you, I decided that. And I was wondering why you shivered when you saw the sight of blood smeared on my shirt? You should understand where you are right now."

"And where am I right now?" I replied bluntly.

"You're in the house of a Capo who can tare the life of whoever is unworthy to have it."

"I know that already, what else?"

"This Capo standing in front of you can get you on your knees begging for his cock without asking.."

Another shiver, but I shook it away. "What if I tell you that it's impossible and I don't find you interesting. Besides, I don't want to lose my job."

I almost added that I was there for a mission, but I kept it back in.

"Don't challenge me, Aurora. You don't know what I can do." He rumbled

"It's not a challenge, I'm just telling you the truth." My face was stoic as the words left my lip but my innards scampered around in anticipation and doubt.

It wouldn't be bad to give my prey a little chase before killing him.

"Then it's on, and I promise you that you will beg me." He said with a devilish smirk and took some steps closer to me.