Sold to the Capo-Chapter 82: HOLD ME FOR A NIGHT

ADRIANA’S POV

I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. His words kept echoing in my head like a broken record that refused to stop.

"You’re leaving..."

I couldn’t bear it anymore, I stood up from the bed and sat up, a light sheen of sweat across my forehead.

I needed to get some water. It was around 2am already and Vincenzo hadn’t stayed in the room.

It almost felt like he was avoiding me and didn’t want to talk to me after dropping that bombshell on me.

I had expected it. I had expected his final decision to be me leaving but it didn’t make it any better to hear. I still felt like shit.

With a sigh, I pulled the covers away, my legs lightly touching the floor as I struggled to find my footing.

"You’re leaving..." the words came tumbling into my mind, and this time, I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I needed to get myself together.

He had said I was leaving, okay. But when?

He hadn’t specified. I would have to ask him tomorrow so I would know when I had to look forward to when I would have to leave this place, and where I was going anyway. Was he taking me to another country?

All these thoughts threatened to give me a migraine so I decided to grab a quick drink from the kitchen before I would come back to bed.

Maybe I needed a sedative, too, or something to help me sleep because it felt like I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep at this rate.

With that in mind, I stood up from the bed, flexing each leg after the other, only feeling a slight sting now in my leg where I was shot. All my bruises were fast fading away, and I knew that in a few more days, it would look like nothing had ever happened to me, and I would be good as new.

Quietly opening the door, I stepped out into the dark house, my feet softly padding along the hallway as I made my way to the staircase, resting my hand on the banister as I stared down at the dark place.

No sight of Vincenzo so far. The place was silent. Unconsciously, my gaze drifted to the direction of the guest room where he had been staying for a few days and I let out a harsh sigh, looking back at the staircase.

Even though I would never admit it, I wanted him to stay with me in the room, I wanted him to hold me. I was scared of having a nightmare again. Lately, I hadn’t gotten a nightmare from my past. I had felt relaxed most times, but now, with everything that I was thinking, I feared that I would get a nightmare or a panic attack.

I slowly went down the stairs, my feet barely making a noise as I walked down the stairs, going straight to the kitchen where I made my way in the dark to where I could get a glass.

Getting a bottle of water from the fridge, I filled my glass with it and went to relax by the counter, slowly drinking it.

"Tired?" A sudden voice from behind the counter spoke up and I choked on my water in shock, spitting out water.

"Shit" Vincenzo cursed under his breath, running to my side, his hand immediately reaching out to pat my back softly while he whispered hurried apologies.

I raised a hand up, coughing slightly but now getting better. "I’m fine... I think I’m fine" I heaved.

He still kept patting my back softly. "I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to startle you; I was just thinking that you would take it better," He muttered, sounding really bad like he was silently scolding himself.

I tried to force a laugh but it came out as a strangled cough. "It’s fine, there’s no need to apologize that much" I played it off because it was fine.

He forced a smile. "I didn’t want to give you a heart attack on your last day here" He whispered.

My heart seemed to freeze at his words. What?

I turned to him, my heart pounding as I hoped that I had heard wrong. "What?" I whispered.

He looked like he was hesitant to repeat himself and slowly, his hands dropped from my back. I tried to ignore the empty feeling from where he had touched me and instead focus on what was on ground now.

"I said I didn’t want to give you a heart attack on your last day here" he whispered again.

It was dark, and I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel the hesitation in his tone, almost see the confusion on his face.

When I didn’t answer him, he suddenly cleared his throat. "I’ll go turn on the lights. I can’t see you, and I want to," he muttered, leaving my side too quickly to go turn on the lights.

As he turned on the lights, I didn’t flinch, didn’t even look at him; it felt like I was frozen in space, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing that today might be the last day that I would see any of them.

He appeared back at my side, a soft look on his face. "I should have told you earlier, I know but after a while of thinking this morning, I decided it would be best to tell you that you would leave today. I want it to be impromptu, and I’ve gotten the place ready; I can’t tell you where yet as I can’t risk another person knowing before you leave..." he said breathlessly.

Tears pricked my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I had hoped it would be at least a week before he came to a decision. "Would I ever come back?" I stuttered, that question being the first thing I could say.

He rubbed his face and shrugged. "I don’t know. If everything settles quickly then I will definitely bring you back. I promise" He said, his gaze searching mine.

I took a deep breath, hating myself for what I was about to say, but if I was going to leave when he wanted me to, then he would have to do something for me because I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep alone. I would end up overthinking.

"One more thing..." I whispered, keeping the quiver out of my voice.

"What?"

"Can you stay with me? Just for tonight?" I muttered, looking into those hazel orbs that seemed to pull me into a world unknown.

He looked hesitant, like he was having second thoughts, and for a brief second, it hurt. He didn’t want to.

"Please..." I found myself saying.

I wanted him to hold me; I needed him to know that, at least.