Chapter 5 - Don't you Trust Me?

3 YEARS AGO 

Adriano 

(PoV)   

NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS

19:00PM

"What's with this f*cking City and parades?" My younger half brother asks, making me laugh.

"What's wrong with parades?" I ask back. 

"They block the whole bl**dy street! How the hell do they expect people to drive?" He complains, looking out his window. "You realise I'm the one driving, right?" I say, shaking my head.

"Don't remind me, you control freak" he retorts.

"If I had left you to drive you'd run over all the people." I pointed out 

"Damn right I would. Someone has to teach them to get out of the f*cking streets!" 

I laughed, knowing he was being completely serious. He's a heartless son of a b**ch, my half brother.

Even as a child he lacked empathy, not being able to feel sh*t like a normal person. And whatever feelings he did have was beaten out of him by his father Stefano, my mother's second husband.

"Matteo answer the phone" I say as the bl**dy thing rings continuously, distracting me from the crowded road. "If you expect me to go digging in your pants for it you're f**king delusional." He replies, pissing me off. 

"Pendejo!" I curse as I start awkwardly reaching for my phone. My struggles make my idiot brother burst into laughter.

Looking back to the road I noticed a girl about to be hit by our car. "F**k!" I yell slamming on the brakes and swerving in an effort to avoid her. While my brother very unhelpfully just leans to my side 

pressing the hooter, telling me to run her over. 

As the car comes to an abrupt stop, I turn wanting to see the girl I almost killed. Once I see her innocent face my eyes start to roam downwards to her casual jeans and crop top. After taking in every aspect of her, my eyes move back up to her face locking with hers.

Those eyes, God, she had beautiful eyes. Looking into them made me feel like we were trapped in our own world, just me and her. Until I was rudely jerked out of it by someone slapping my shoulder. "Why are you stopping? We're going to miss our meeting!" He says destroying our moment and making me desperate to slap his questioning face.

"What the hell are you doing in the middle of the road?!!" I yell harshly at her, annoyed by the effect she was having on me.

PRESENT DAY 

Adriano 

(Pov)

She smiled at me. Smiled!.. now,  I don't know much about relationships but I would call that progress.

"Want to get something to eat?" I ask, still holding her hand.

"Sure" she replies, still smiling.

We make our way to the kitchen and she pours us some orange juice while I make us each a grilled cheese sandwich. Her favourite. (don't ask me why) 

"So, why were the Bravata after you?" I ask causally as we eat. "how did you know where they were keeping me?" She asks back, changing the subject and making me want to do the same. Lucky though I am saved by my phone's loud ringtone.

"Hello" I answer walking out of the kitchen. 

I stand in the hallway listening to my brother tell me everything he knows about the men who attacked us. "Now?" I ask as he informs me he needs help interrogating the man I crippled earlier. "Fine" I agree frustrated, telling him to pick me up in five. "Hmph" I sigh, hanging up. Thinking about what to do with Klara.

"Are you finished?" I ask her 

"Ya" she nods.

"Do you want to use toilet?" I ask gesturing to the door on the right. 

"Oh! What a romantic! That's what every girl wants to hear." She says sarcastically 

"Who even asks that?" She continues, shaking her head.

"I'm being serious" I say, asking her again.

"No, I don't" she replies annoyed 

"Ok" I say, grabbing some rope from a supply closet. 

"Why do you have rope?" She asks confused as I approach her.

"Wait, what are you doing?" She asks backing away. I continue walking towards her not bothering to answer. "Wait." "Wait." She says as I reach for her. 

She knocks down one of the kitchen stools and trips over it, but I catch her before she hits the ground. "Um..." she mumbles, gulping nervously as I hold her. 

"What's the rope for?" She asks again looking into my eyes. "What do you think it's for?" I ask whispering into her ear. "I told you...I like you all tied up." I continue seductively. She starts to shiver as I begin to slowly nibble on her ear. 

"I need the bathroom" she says suddenly killing the mood.

"What?" I ask, annoyed and confused. My brain still foggy from our moment.

"You asked me if I needed the toilet, well...I need it now" she explains, obviously trying to get away from me. 

"You're lying" I accuse, scrutinizing her.

"Nope...I really need to go" she insists 

" Then how come you didn't go when I asked?" I challenge 

"I didn't need it then" she lies

"Fine, you have five minutes" I sigh 

"What do you mean I have 5 minutes, who the hell are you to tell me how long I've got?"

"Whatever, just go already" I give in, to tired to argue with her.

I watch as she slyly graps a fork on the way to the bathroom, I knew she didn't have to go. I think to myself shaking my head.

In one movement I grab her wrist, as she attempts to stab me. Once I get her to drop the fork, I reach for her thighs. Grabbing the backs of her thighs I fling her over my shoulder. " What the hell are you doing?" "Put me down" "now!" She scolds me as I make my way to the entrance. Still carrying her like a sack of potatoes.

"I said PUT ME DOWN!" "You NEANDERTHAL BAST**D!!!" she screams, making me laugh as I place her on a chair and begin to tie her to it. Starting with her legs I move my way upwards.

Before I'm able to subdue her hands though she slaps me right across the face. My whole head jerks to the left from the force of it, ok.......maybe I might have deserved that. 

" Seriously?" I say wrapping my hand around her neck as I apply a little bit of pressure restricting her airflow. "I-I...thought we...had a T-T-Truce" she chokes out afraid. "oh! I think that ended when you tried to STAB ME!" I roared at her, making her flinch.

Her eyes widen in fear as I start to increase the pressure on her neck. "Y-Yo-You can't kill me" she chokes out pleadingly. "And Why the F*ck not?" I ask. "Be- because y-you need me!" She explains, gasping for breath as I release her neck. "The Russians are after you too now, they know you're still alive.....Rocco kn-knows, he saw you at the cafe." She continues still trying to catch her breath. 

Before I can question her further the doorbell rings, damit Matteo I think.

"Aren't you going to get that?" She questions, desperate.

"Ya" I reply "don't you think of going anywhere" I say as I walk towards the door "Oh, wait you can't" I say smiling as I turn back to face her.

After opening for Metteo, I head back to Klara. As Matteo enters his eyes go straight to Klara, then at me, then back to Klara until finally landing on me questioningly. 

"Look, I don't know what kinky sh*t you two are into, but for God's sake get a bl**dy room!" 

He yells dramatically, causing Klara to roll her eyes. 

"Hurry up Adri-poo" Matteo says imitating Klara's voice. 

"You can come back to whatever this is when we get back" he says gestures to the ropes 

"We've got an integration to get to." He says pointing to the door.

"I think you're already there, brother" I say to my now confused looking brother.

"Klara, over here is hiding a whole lot of sh*t from us" I say narrowing my eyes as Klara gulps, burying her back in the chair.

"And I don't care if I have to torture it out of her" I continue, taking the black bloodstained bag from my brother. 

[Song: Rhianna -S&M]