three | very uninvited.

MILENA'S P.O.V

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WHY WAS HE staring at me like that? Creep.

"Are we done being creepy?" I whispered, giving him a nervous smile.

"Accidenti, sei bellissima." He whispered, but immediately cleared his throat.

"I don't understand your language."

"That's the point – I don't want you to understand."

Rude much?

"Sì, Sì." I whispered mockingly, patting his head slightly and laughing nervously – not knowing what he muttured in Italian, but fuck it who cared.

He gave me an incredulous stare as I drew my hands back awkwardly. And then my eyes snapped to Michael who was watching the whole thing thoughtfully. Oh shit, the brownies.

"Look, just free my man Michael and let us live in peace. Take whatever you want but don't kill us, please." I rambled in one breath.

He looked at me, disbelief written all over his face,"You & Michael are together, sì?"

"Yo look, that's actually none of your business." I snapped, irritation slowly creeping up my voice.

Looked like my demise was going to be written in mafia's hands.

He looked at me with an amused smile, again. Good Lord was I getting tired of the game.

"Of course, my bad. I was just here to see my friend Michael. Isn't it?" Viper, or as they say Alexander, asked Michael, raising one of his eyebrows in question.

Michael looked hesitant for a second before he answered reluctantly, "Of course."

"See? I was just here for some catching up. Maybe I got a little aggressive."

A small laugh escaped my lips. "Oh yeah, sorry for being such a bad host. Perhaps you would like some coffee, sprinkled with some rat poison? Oh oops, I get a little crazy at times, you see."

He shook his head, shaking his gun at me.

"You see this gun, ragazza? One shot." He said, pointing to my head,"And you're dead."

"Yes, I think I know how a shot can kill a person."

"Be scared and keep your mouth shut then." He harshly whispered as I rolled my eyes.

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have done that already."

He clenched his jaw and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"You know what, I am quite exhausted and I think a dose of caffeine would do the work for me."

"And why would I make coffee for you? I don't remember inviting you here."

"I am a guest," he answered as if this was just a normal conversation,"and you shouldn't be a bad host."

I made an inhuman voice at the back of my throat. "I will make some coffee, but free Michael first, and drop the guns. You have to act like a good guest if I am going to act like a good host."

"Oh..that." He said, turning his head back,"Sion, free him. And gentiluomini, guns down."

We both nodded at each other solemnly. And as soon as Michael was freed, I instantly ran to him and gave him a tight hug.

"If your hugging and comforting is done bambola, I think you were going to make coffee. And yes, I like mine black, with no sugar."

"I knew you had ridiculous tastes."

He looked at me with a blank face, and answered me after letting out a long sigh. "Look ragazza, I am really not in the mood to bicker with you, I frankly don't have that much time. Now could you please make me a cup of coffee? I am running seriously low on caffeine. And if you don't want me to fall asleep here, just make that fucking coffee."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Listen here you rotten cabbage, you're at my house and you can not order me around. You get that? You can't choose what you want here, you will quietly consume what I give. Don't be bossy in my vicinity. I honestly don't care who you are – if you're here as a guest, act like it." I spoke lowly as he let out a small yawn.

"You done? Good. Coffee, please." He spoke in his thick Italian accent, emphasising mockingly on the 'please'.

I rolled my eyes as I stomped off to the kitchen as Michael rushed to his bathroom.

As I prepared his coffee, I actually thought mixing rat poison with his coffee. Ha, just kidding. Or was I?

I thought about serving them some brownies with it too, what a damn good host I was.

In the process of carefully placing the brownies on a plate and garnishing them with chopped almonds, I had stuffed two brownies in my mouth.

Nom nom. Nom nom.

"Piccola fiore." Someone whispered into my ear, their fingertips dancing on my waist and I quickly grabbed the knife and whirled around, resting the cold blade against their throat.

"I will kill you if you even try to touch me!" I yelled at the person only to find that it was Alexander.

Oh. Phew. Reflexes, chill.

"Dio. Piccola, it's me. And I am not here to grope you, I swear."

"Why are you here?" I mumbled, cautiously putting the knife down.

"I am here to apologise for my rude intrusion."

"Oh well, I don't think I want to know what a man as rich and influential like you was doing in my house other than tying Michael up and threatening him anyways, uh so you're forgiven I guess." I whispered, letting out a quiet nervous laugh.

"Good."

"By the way, how do you know Michael?" I spoke trying to scoot away from him because it was getting pretty uncomfortable pretty fast.

Damn how did the wattpad girls found this romantic and breathtaking? I would never know.

"Don't try to delve into this matter. Remember, the deeper you dig, the darker it gets."

His remark felt like a punch to my curious nature as he gave me a solemn nod and walked away.

I rolled my eyes stuffing another brownie in my mouth. Whatever.

After throwing in more biscuits and brownies and pouring four cups of coffee, I carefully took the tray to the living room, only to find it empty.

Fucking hell.

I searched for them, even called put to them and peered out at the porch. No one. All that food was going to be wasted? Oh hell nah, this bitch was going to drink all the coffee and was gonna gobble up all that food because food is not to be wasted, ever.

As I stalked to the kitchen to get sugar, my eyes snapped to the little note that laid there tucked near the jar of sugar.

Got an emergency. Enjoy those four cups of coffee and those brownies, we will be out of your hair from now on. Sorry again for all trouble. Alexander.

I crumpled the note and tossed it into the bin, my face a mask of annoyance as I rushed back to the living room, waiting for Michael.

And slowly my thoughts drifted off to Liam..

- - -

"Sugar, why don't we get out and go for shopping?" Liam suggested, snatching the book I was reading.

"Hey, I was reading that!" I whined.

He chuckled and lied down, using my lap as his pillow while he took my palms gently and kissed them.

"Babe, you can read only me. Nothing else is allowed."

I let out a laugh. "Liam, stop being corny!"

He smirked as he slowly sat up and threaded our fingers together.

"Shh. You're my girlfriend and of course you have to listen to me being corny."

"Always." I whispered, giggling as he bent down to press a kiss on my lips.

"So now, why don't we go out for shopping?"

"I am broke."

He chuckled. "I will be paying."

"No! That's wrong." I protested.

He put one of his arms around me as he snuggled into my neck. "You and your damn feminism ideas. You should have thought about that before you became my girlfriend. Now you are mine, and in return I am yours."

- - -

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I moved my hand and accidentally spilled a cup of coffee over my dress.

What. The. Hell. God?

I stood up immediately, brushing off the coffee.

"Where the hell is Michael?" I mumbled to myself as I walked towards his room, ready to yell at him.

But when I reached his room to find the bathroom door open with the water rushing out, my angry yelling turned into horrified screams.

Michael was lying there, in a pool of his own blood, stabbed multiple times on his torso.

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