Torrey DeVitto as Sophia Vega-Grant
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The Ruthless Mafia: Capítulo Dieciséis
"Oh, calm down bro. I'm just taking him to get some food." Raymundo put his hands up. "You haven't fed the poor boy."
I grumbled.
"I am a man."
Ray chuckled. "Not with that uniform, you aren't." He grinned at me and I decked him in the arm. "For a new friend, you sure are mean." He shrugged and I glared at him. "Don't be mad. You're cute, little one."
"He's mine. Stop calling him that." I forgot for a split second that Ramone was there and boy, did he look angry.
"Easy there man. If he's yours, take better care of him. He seems like such a cool guy. I just want to be his friend." Raymundo whispered in a fake seductive tone and Ramone's face turned into one of pure rage. "What the fuck do you mean by that?! He's mine and only mine, so I'd appreciate it if you got your god damn hands off of him!" He was now screaming, his voice booming and bouncing off the walls and I shivered at the visible fury on his face.
His eyes were narrowed, daring someone to challenge him, his lips pressed tight together and his veins bulging out of his forehead.
"Bro, just go back to work. I'll take care of him for the time being." Ray said, raising his eyebrow. "Unless you have a problem with that." Ramone flared his nostrils and pulled his hair back with his hand, his blue eyes penetrating my every soul.
"I do, seeing as he belongs to me."
His brother put his hands up in surrender, shock evident on his face from his younger brother's harsh tone.
"No need to worry, bro. I'm just taking him to get some food and then I'll bring him right back. I won't lay a hand on him." He says as he places a hand on my shoulder to turn me around and walk me away from Ramone.
There was a erratic beating in my heart when he told Ray that I belonged to him. I don't know what he means by that or why he was so mad when all Raymundo wanted to do was feed me. He's acting like a jealous person but he insists that he's straight.
But even so, I couldn't help but look back and notice the look on his face. It was the look of a kid who had just been told that he could no longer have what he wanted. It was the look of a kicked puppy. That dejected look imprinted itself in my memory and my heart clenched at the story untold.
'For someone with no feelings,' I thought as I turned my head back around. 'You do absolutely nothing to keep then concealed.'
Ray had walked me down the stairs and into the kitchen so fast, I hadn't even noticed we had arrived. The kitchen was beautiful with marble counter top, tile flooring, stainless steel appliances and everything looked polished and refined.
Everything I expected of a mafia boss.
"I'll fix you up something good, so just sit there," He pointed at the island that had high stools and I took a seat on one.
Why was Ramone acting like that? He didn't want anything to do with me after that awfully hot kiss. He somehow had to know what I saw in that vision or had to have some imagination of what happened because I could bet that I was moaning and whimpering while having that vision.
Just imagining myself doing that on top of Ramone gives me cold shivers.
I had gotten so hot and bothered on while sitting on him and then I accidentally kissed him. He had to have known of my attraction to him or else I might just be really good at hiding emotions.
"Here you go," Suddenly, a plate with a ham, egg and cheese croissant landed in front of me. "This looks good. I hope it tastes as good as it looks." I joked, smirking at him as he placed a hand on his chest in mock hurt.
"Why, little one, I think I'm excellent cook."
I laughed, truly enjoying Raymundo's company. He was nothing like his coldhearted brother but even so, I still found myself drawn to Ramone. It was as if he needed love and I would do anything I can to give it to him.
"What happened? Why did he make you cry?" Raymundo's face appeared in front of mine and I swallowed the remaining food in my mouth. I began to speak, giving him bits and pieces of what happened, being as careful to exclude the sex dream.
He chuckled before going silent. He sat there, staring at me in thought. "You must be blind to not see behind the facade he puts up."
"Huh?"
He sighed as he looked away, about to tell a story. "Ramone is a master of hiding what he truly feels. He most likely felt something but he decided to hurt you before you could hurt him." He said and I narrowed my eyes. "Ramone's the mafia head, he can't show feelings to anyone, not even me and if he could, he wouldn't. Before our dad died, he was the opposite of what he is now. He was loud and outgoing, obnoxious and carefree. He always made the stupidest jokes and he acted like nothing fazed him. But that was until our father was killed. He was with him the day he was murdered too, and that day something in him died along with our dad. He won't tell me or our mom or India, but I know something happened to him."
"Why are you telling me all this? I don't understand." I licked my lips, confused. "Sometimes it's better if you don't understand." He whispered, more to himself than me.
"Listen little one, you have to see what is happening here," I raised an eyebrow. "You being here is suspicious enough. You should be dead and rotting away." I snorted.
"Yeah thanks."
He rolled his eyes. "No I mean, he had to have been stalling enough for India to come get you like she always does. She told me that he didn't even put up a fight to keep you. And that rage just a few minutes ago, that wasn't anything I've ever seen before. You must be special."
"Just because he didn't kill me then doesn't mean he won't." He shook his head. "You've got inside his head, little one. Don't know how, but I think you might just be the one thing he really needs." He smirked at me and I made a look of confusion.
"What?"
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I ran a hand through my hair as I walked back up the steps to Ramone's office.
I might just be the thing Ramone needs?
Now, I'm not stupid but I know that means something about us being together. I can't deny my attraction to him but he scares me. After dating Nathaniel Dragomore and him revealing his true colors and putting me through all that hell, I don't think I would want to have a relationship with someone who thinks killing is fun.
Ramone and Nathaniel have similar qualities and I don't want the same thing that happened with Nathaniel to happen again with Ramone. He already seems like that, and he acts the same way that Nathaniel did. Acting all possessive like he did in front of Raymundo, acting like I was inferior to him the day we met, making me out of a whore like he did today, it's too much in common and I'm afraid that it'll happen again.