Chapter 7

ELIZABETH'S POV

He looked at me in horror, trying to understand what I meant. It took him five minutes to put the pieces together.

'You are getting married? To whom? Where? How? I don't understand you, Elizabeth. What happened in the two days I let you be?' He asked, his eyes tilting in confusion less than concern.

I tightened my lips. I didn't want to tell him too much. I didn't trust him enough either, ever since he disappeared without a word.

'You'll get to know soon enough,' I said and walked towards my vanity, taking out things I'll need.

'You'll need more of that perfume,' Lance said with a knowing smirk.

'Guess you catch on quick,' I said, mirroring his enthusiasm.

'But this is suicide. You know he'll kill you if he discovers who you are. The Mafia is ruthless and Adam is no exception. Your late parents will understand that you tried revenging them. You don't have to kill yourself, child.' Lance said, walking up to me.

I am almost reminded of my dad because they both share the same caring features and fatherly attributes. 'You're not my father and will never be, Lance. I will find out every secret of the Mafia and expose them to the public. I will be successful and no one will notice.' I said coldly. Lance was thrown off by my harshness and he nodded his head in understanding and left.

I kicked myself inwardly because of how sensitive I reacted to him and knew that if anyone was to be at the receiving end of my anger, it shouldn't be Lance. He took care of me like a daughter and all I did was push him away.

I sighed and zipped up my bag. 'Here goes nothing, Adam,' I said and left the house.

I found a driver waiting at the exact spot I told him to and chuckled in disbelief. Adam was excited to see me. I entered the car with a smile and looked out of the window throughout the drive. The Mafia lived in a secluded estate on the hilltop. I figured it was almost impossible for someone to run away from there without getting caught.

I stepped out of the car and found Adams waiting for me with four escorts.

'Interesting' I mumbered to myself half smiling. 'Did you say something?' He asked with a grin and took my hands, leading me upstairs.

'My men will bring your bags upstairs. I can tour you around the house if you're not tired.' He said and waited for my response.

I was so desperate to see the house that I ignored the tug in my brain, telling me to go nice and slow with him.

'I'm not tired. You have a beautiful place and I don't mind you showing me around,' I said with piqued interest.

His brows deepened and his lips narrowed in suspicion, but he wore a facade almost immediately. I could have sworn it wasn't there I'd not for my sharpness.

'If you say so,' He said with a sweet smile and took me to the east wing.

'This is my room. You can only come if you need something from me,' He said with a hint of mischief and naughtiness.

'Are you flirting with me?' I asked with a laugh, secretly hoping he was. Mafia Bosses are renowned for their insatiable taste in women and sexual desires. I didn't care what price I had to pay, as long as I got my revenge.

'Am I?' He answered and continued explaining places to me.

Somehow, his response did not quite annoy me as I thought it would. There's plenty of time to lay my trap.

I was amazed by how neat and delicate the Mansion looked. Judging by what I heard about the Mafia, I expected a dirty, cigarette and littered odor-filled place. But Adam made sure the Mansion was cleaned thrice a day so that you could point a speck from afar.

We passed an unnamed room at the west wing and when Adams failed to tell me about it either, my interest was piqued.

'What's that room about?' I said and pointed towards it.

'What room?' Adam asked pretentiously and moved over to the east wing.

I was frustrated by his lack of answers. I hated that he always asked a question for a question. If I needed answers about the Mafia, then the unnamed room might just be where I should start looking.

'And this here is your room,' He said and opened the door, revealing the gigantic queen-sized bedroom.

'Is this where you keep your mistress? Or should I say, mistresses?' I asked daringly.

He looked at me sharply and smiled. 'I don't have mistresses. Even if I do, does that trouble you?' He said with a grin, daring me to confess I had feelings for him.

If only the poor bastard knew.

'Why should that concern me? I'm here for your brother, not you,' I said, making sure my words hit where I wanted them.

That wiped out the smile completely from his face and he feigned composure.

'I understand. About the room you were asking about earlier on, let's just say the room is completely out of bounds for everyone. I won't want to punish you, so I guess I have to let you know on time.' He said with a tight smile and gulped his saliva.

'You are free to visit any other room of your choice, even mine. You can only enter Richard's room under supervision. If you have further questions, I'm available for them. You'll equally be assigned maidservants to assist with any lady things you might need. For now, you need rest. Go to sleep, Liz.' He concluded and left me.

'What a formal speech' I huffed to myself. The Adam guy is so arrogant, but clearly, he hasn't met his match.

I sighed, removed my clothes and was about to enter the bathroom just when the door opened.