Bunny | Mafia

5 : Warming up?

She walks out of her room, seeing Don waiting there for her. His arms were crossed and the usual cold expression on his face. Once his eyes picked up on her presence, his gaze lingered on her. She furrows her eyebrows, curious and confused about why he's staring. She doesn't even have a good outfit on, wearing just a sweater and shorts. Nothing special, so no reason for him to stare.

"What?" She asked, tilting her head. He clears his throat as he lets his arms fall to his sides and into his pockets.

"Nothing," he replies, his gaze turning away from the blonde. "We better hurry now, someone took quite long," Alexander grunted, not looking at her. Charlotte shifts uncomfortably, knowing he is talking about her. He starts walking, taking big strides as he does so. Poor little Charlotte speed walks, trying to catch up to the big man ahead. As they made their way out, she noticed that the brunette bodyguard from the first day was there.

The bodyguard's eyes widen as he starts chuckling quite loudly like something is hilarious. Don glares at him, hitting his arm, "Stai zitto," (translation: "shut up") his voice loud and clear. Though, the guy doesn't stop laughing. Charlotte looks like a lost puppy, not knowing what's going on. She doesn't know why he's laughing, and why Don is mad. She wants to laugh too!

"What's so funny?" She asks, looking at the brunette. He shortly comes to a stop, his gaze looking up at her. But he had a large grin on his face to replace the laughter. He was also in a black suit like Don, with another powerful stride.

"I'm Nico, love," he said, taking her hand as he placed a kiss on it. He smirks looking at Alexander to see his reaction. A rosy color forms on her face, her eyes lingering on him and his hand.

"Charlotte, but call me Lottie," she stuttered like a nervous wreck, putting a hair behind her ear. Partly was because she's shy and the other was because of the kiss. Don pulls Nico's hand away from her, he has a weird look in his eyes. Nico opened his mouth to laugh, seeing the hint of—but before he could think, he was pushed away.

"Non flirtare, fai il tuo cazzo di lavoro," (translation: "Don't flirt, do your fucking job,") Alexander growls, making direct eye contact with Nico. Meanwhile, Charlotte's mouth dropped, seeing the situation unfold. Don's eyebrows were raised, daring him to speak another word. Nico was stunned, he didn't expect him to lay a finger on him. He didn't know that he would get this jealous and possessive. It was funny to see the big and cold Don jealous.

"Siamo gelosi?" (Translation: "Jealous are we?") Nico chuckled, recovering from the shock. He wasn't bothered by the tension nor by his words. How could he be so calm, Charlotte thought? She would've been freaking out and bursting into tears if she was him. Don's stern look would've had her panicking. "Hai paura di prendere la tua ragazza?" (Translation: "scared I'll take your girl?") he spoke, a confident aura wavering off him.

"Impaurito? Non dimenticare chi sono, sono Alexander Conti. Ho qualcuno in ginocchio per me," (Translation: "Scared? Don't forget who I am, I am Alexander Conti. I have anyone on their knees for me,") he replied, getting into Nico's face. His harsh words made Charlotte want to melt into a puddle. She couldn't even understand him but the tone of his voice made sense that he was livid.

"Ma la tieni in ginocchio?" (Translation: "But do you have her on her knees?") he challenged, staring right back at him. Alexander got stumped, he was right. He might have any other girl on her knees for him but does he even have his future wife on her knees? She's the one that he truly needs. She's part of his life now, whether he likes it or not. Nico laughed, "Capito adesso, vero? Riconsidererei tutto, Alexander," (Translation: "Got you now, didn't I? I would rethink everything, Alexander,") he cooed. Don grunted, backing off, his striking words came to an end.

"Sei fortunato a essere uno dei miei amici altrimenti ti avrei tagliato la testa," (Translation: "You're lucky you're one of my friends or I would've chopped your head off,") he muttered, glaring at him as he shakes his head. He looked like he had smoke steaming off him. "Charlotte, let's go in the car now," he told her, looking back at the doe-eyed girl. She nods quickly, following Don like a puppy. She couldn't get onto his bad side or else she would be toasted!

Nico, who she just met hopped in shortly after the two. He was unbothered, the tension of the atmosphere did not affect him. Not one bit. Yet, Charlotte, on the other hand, had her hands on her lap, shifting uncomfortably every so often. Her body was tense and an awkward aura surrounded her whole soul. She begged for the drive to pass, to be so quick that she forgot about all that had happened. But, it seems impossible. All she thought was about the weird interaction between the two males. Curse the people for not gifting her with the use of the Italian language.

A few minutes passed as a big dark building came into view. The vehicle slowed down, hinting that this was our stop. Charlotte couldn't believe her eyes, she knew Don was rather wealthy but god she didn't know that he was this full of money! Her home was nothing compared to his house and even to the ground, he walked on.

"We're here, Bun," the deep voice breathed. She shifted her head, looking at the dark-haired man.

"Okay," she squeaked out. Her voice was weird and squeaky, it made her shrink in embarrassment, and anxiety.

"Remember the rules and especially, stick by my side, got it?"

She nods in a hurry, "Yes—I know. I promise you I will"

"Buono," (Translation: "Good, ") he responds, putting a hand through his hair. Don opens the door, and the air of autumn rushes through. Charlotte shivers as the cold makes contact with her. She shakes it off and makes sure that she's right on his tail, her frame following behind.

"Cold?" he mumbled, taking his large steps like usual.

"No, I'm fine," she lies but her body betrays her as a shiver runs through her spine. Don rolls his eyes at her, whispering words beneath his breath.

"You know better to lie to me, Charlotte. What are you even wearing in this weather?" His voice is dominant and judgemental. His eyes scan her body, head to toe. His eyes darkened, shaking his head in disappointment. She shudders, insecure about her outfit choice. She felt stupid for not checking the weather.

"I'm sorry! I forgot to check the weather for today," she mumbles, soft and shakey. He grunts as he takes off the black suit jacket, putting it over her shoulders. He darts his eyes away from her, acting indifferent. As if he didn't do something human for once. A sense of warmth comforted Charlotte, as her body relaxed.

"Thank you..." she blushes, having the jacket cover her body more.

He shrugs, "It's whatever—don't mention it," acting cool and collected. Charlotte wondered what was going on in his mind. Is this a sign of him warming up to me? She thought with a cheery smile.