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The problem is, I’ve seen his type before, for you get at least one in every mafia family. He’ll do the things that most people don’t have the stomach for.
Given that, it would be in my best interests not to deliberately piss this guy off. I make a mental note to bite my tongue for once in my life.
I’m not forgetting for one moment that he works for the Medicis and, from what Marco indicated, puts people out of their misery for a living.
For all I know, they could be plotting my demise. They may just want to get rid of me, so they don’t have to explain a damn thing or trigger my ruthless uncle. Then again, I’m sure they don’t lie awake at night worrying about such matters either.
I’ve heard all about the Medicis.
This is bad for me, very bad.
He ushers me towards a seat to his left and I reluctantly slide into it.
Mother hen Medici quickly comes over to the table with a new pot of steaming coffee, and I can smell it’s the good stuff. I’m almost gagging for a cup.
“Cream?” she asks me, placing a beautiful pottery cup and saucer down on the placemat in front of me.
“Yes, please.” I manage to croak out, not realizing how dry my throat actually is.
I drank about a gallon of water last night.
She places the items beside me while I quietly thank her, and she returns to the stovetop.
I must admit the smells coming out of the kitchen are like no other. Maybe it’s because I have only dreamed about food for the last seven days and forgotten how good it can all be. I’ll never be ungrateful for that again.
“Thank you for the meal last night,” I say, turning a little in my seat to face her. “It was delicious.” It seems rude not to say anything.
She waves it off and says it’s nothing.
Rocco glances at me. “Sleep well,princess?”
I narrow my eyes at him but quickly soften them when I think about that whole comment involving knives.
“Like a baby, actually.” I lie.
I pour a little cream into my coffee and hold the cup in both hands while I take a much-needed sip. It’s so good that I close my eyes and take a moment.
I hear Rocco tuck back into his huge meal. So, we’re the only ones awake … awesome.
“You must be hungry, Katiya …” Maria pipes up, momentarily tearingme away from my blissful coffee-induced coma.
I turn my head again towards her. “I am a little hungry,” I admit.
“I have bacon and eggs on the ready,” she assures me, though it looks like she’s feeding an army.
A few minutes later, she’s serving me up bacon, scrambled eggs, and two slices of wholemeal toast. My stomach rumbles at the sight of it.
“You cook up a mighty great feast,” Rocco tells Mama Medici and refills his large mug with coffee from his own pot. He glances at me. “Eat up, princess. You’re going to need your strength today.”
I take a mouthful of scrambled eggs and dare to glance up at him. “Why, what do we have planned today?”
Please don’t say I’m going to Marco’s house. Gag.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
Oh great, another cryptic statement.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and continue with my breakfast. I try hard to not scarf it all down too fast, I don’t want to make myself sick after not eating properly for so long.
