Sold to the Capo-Chapter 79: FEELINGS OR NOT?

ADRIANA’S POV

I don’t even know what I was doing here, but I needed to be somewhere private, and I couldn’t go to Henry’s quarters, so I had to come here.

Grace and I didn’t have the type of relationship that Valentina and I did, but I was grateful that Grace didn’t press to know what was wrong with me, and she didn’t say anything about my brooding character right now. I just wanted to be on my own.

She had been busy when I came but when she had left me with a glass of chilled water, she had gone back into a room and locked herself in it for a few minutes before she came back out, a tired look on her face.

"Wanna talk now?" She asked gently.

My fingers were still wrapped around the glass and I stared up at her with droopy eyes. "No, there’s nothing to talk about; I’ve just been out of it for a while," I muttered, dropping the glass to the table so I could rub at my eye.

I had never been in her space before, but now that I was, I realized how dark everywhere was; there were only a few windows she had left open, and most of them were closed shut with curtains over them.

She didn’t look like she was about to press further and I was beginning to wonder if she truly just didn’t care or was just trying to respect my boundaries. "If that’s what you wish, then," she muttered, leaning back in her chair, her phone in her hand.

There was an awkward silence, and only then did I realize that she must also find this weird; she wasn’t used to me coming to her. Mostly, she would be the one trying to make conversations, and I wouldn’t try to put in any effort.

"What are you doing?" I finally spoke up, nodding to her phone where she was typing something.

She stopped and raised her brows. "Oh nothing, I’m just sending a message to someone"

"I hope it’s not Vincenzo; I don’t want him to come here," I quickly said before I could stop myself.

She looked taken aback by my sudden words and she dropped her phone to her side so she could have a good look at me. "Is that why you’re here? Is this about Vincenzo?" she asked; her tone wasn’t harsh, but neither did it show any empathy.

"Well kinda... how long have you been friends with him?" I just had to ask.

"Just a short while. Why?"

"He was with Valentina, and no, I’m not mad that they were once together, but why wouldn’t they tell me that? Did they think I wouldn’t be able to take the news?" I asked, my tone annoyed as I explained everything that I didn’t want to know to her.

"Well, it doesn’t seem like you’re taking it lightly now." She frowned.

She was right, I was overreacting. I ran a hand through my hair, my head aching as my brain refused to shut those thoughts out.

"I am taking it well; I’m just paranoid now because I’m thinking about what else he’s hiding from me, if he used my feelings as a joke, and if he actually truly liked me or even..." I suddenly paused, realizing the words coming out of my mouth, and I looked at Grace, who was staring at me, confused.

"Feelings?" She muttered.

I immediately clamped my mouth shut with my hand. I didn’t mean to say that. It just kinda slipped out.

"No wait, it’s not what you think, I mean that..." l paused. What did I mean? I was attracted to Vincenzo and his attitude now made me want to see him in a different light, the way he always wanted to see more than I showed the world, the way he always wanted to protect me and make me understand my worth. I liked all of that.

"So what? Feelings are now in the marriage? I don’t mean to pry, but I was kinda told you both hated each other; matter of fact, Indigo told me you once put a gun to his head," She said, pointing out several stuff.

"I don’t know, it’s different now but it doesn’t matter, does it? Maybe he’s been lying all along to me." Even as the words left my mouth, I could still feel its bitter taste in my mouth.

I didn’t like thinking about it like that because I had come to trust him and if he broke my trust, I didn’t know if I would ever recover from it.

"Why don’t you just ask him? You wanna know something? Ask him. If he cares, he’ll answer you because he wants to keep you and fix things; it’s simple," she shrugged.

I stared at her for a long while, thinking about what she said. She was right; I just needed to ask him questions, and whether or not he answered, I would have my answer.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open in a rush, and someone rushed in, their eyes landing on me.

"Tesoro..." Vincenzo muttered, his gaze drifting to Grace who just nodded to him and walked off into the secret room she was in before.

I just stood up, not answering him, my gaze fixed on him, however. He looked concerned, worried, regretful, and...scared. Of what?

"Look can we talk? It’s kinda important that we talk rㅡ" He muttered, coming close to me.

I cut him off with a slight wave of the hand, my gaze burning into his as I tried to keep my face passive.

"You’re right. We do need to talk but not about what you think. I have things to ask... you answer. Deal?" My heart was thudding and I secretly hoped he would say no so I could tell myself that he never cared.

I wanted him to prove me right. That he was just like the others I had met, I wanted him to prove it to me.

But instead, he surprised me as he answered in a heartbeat. "Deal"