Written in Ink

Five | Reagan

 I am jolted awake by sudden knocking on the door. The banging gets more and more impatient so I leap from the bed, looking for something to cover my indecent body, finding a blanket I sling it over my shoulders.

"Ms. Johnson!" An unfamiliar voice calls out.

Almost scared to open the door, I take my time to reach the handle.

"Ms. Johnson! If you do not open the door, I'll have to." He states.

That seems motivation enough. I quickly open the door and a man I recognize from the dinner is standing on the other side. This is the man that sat next to me at dinner last night. The one that put his hand on my thigh! No matter how much I want to rage at him for touching me, I keep quiet.

"Ms. Johnson, you can't lock the door." He informs me.

I swallow, and clear my throat before speaking. "Why?" I question.

He just rolls his eyes. "I'm Marco. I was appointed as your protection." He introduces himself, with his hands behind his back.

"What time is it?" I ask myself out loud, looking back into my room for a clock, but am defeated when I don't find one.

"Past ten, Ms. Johnson." He sighs. "I've been calling for you for nearly half an hour. You've missed breakfast."

As soon as he says "breakfast", my stomach growls. I didn't eat much of anything yesterday. "I'm not hungry." I lie.

"I'll send for breakfast to be sent up. You are to attend a meeting at noon." Marco then shuts the door.

If it's past ten, and a meeting at noon, I have to get ready in, let's say half an hour. I decide to just lay back in bed and close my eyes, searching for sleep once more.

What seems like seconds later, I feel the presence of people at my side. My eyes shoot open to see a set of maids around the room; some opening the curtains, one puts a tray of food on my lap, while the rest do small tidying up around the room.

"Good morning, Ms. Johnson." One of them greets.

"Morning." I mumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

I pull my arms around my shoulders to stretch and that is when I spot the clock that sits just above the door. It says it's nearly eleven o'clock. I should probably get up to get ready soon enough. I go to stand up, but am halted by the maids.

"It was insisted that you eat your meal." A thin woman says.

"By who?" I snap.

"Mr. Napolitani." She simply answers. It could either be Nico, or my husband. I doubt either of them think I should eat anymore.

"Well I am not hungry." I scoff, walking past them into the bathroom and shutting the door tightly. Before I snapped at them, I probably should have asked what I have to wear to the meeting. The meeting is probably about the wedding and what that entails.

What I've observed so far, it seems to suck being a Mafia wife. Remy looks like she doesn't sleep and flinches every time Nico speaks. My mother always told me not to be afraid of any man, or let them control me— look how that turned out mom. I don't want to be the wife of someone I don't know. I still don't even know his name. How old is he? Did he go to school?

I get into the shower and come up with all the things I could say to them. Maybe my braveness can get me out of this— I kinda need to be brave first though. While I scrub in the shower, I shave and exfoliate. If I am going to go into a room with gorgeous, powerful people, I have to look my best too.