The waitress |✓ [not edited]

Chapter 20

Previously.

"fidati di me amore mio, anche se mi costringo a smettere di preoccuparmi per te, non posso proprio." He says in Italian making me wonder what he just said.

Venessa's P.O.V

I lifted my head up to him with a frown in my face wondering what he just said.

Should I ask him? Or what? I debated mentally.

I didn't understand what he said but there's something inside me that felt as if... I don't know, I'm confused whether to trust him or not but he looks like he really cares about me.

I looked up to him once again, too lost in my own thoughts. All of a sudden, I felt a caress on my arm.

I glanced at it to see that he's looking at the bruise that formed when Andrew grabbed it too tight.

He looked at it, examining it closely with his eyes squinted as the living room is dim lighted and the only source of light is from the television.

I pulled my arm out of his grasp, but it's too late, he already saw it.

"What happened to your arm?" He inquired, his voice low as he's trying not to shout and his jaw clench tight together.

He looks angry but I'm not gonna tell him anything. I'll push all his buttons. I said to myself evilly.

"I'm not telling you anything, so stop asking me questions" I replied him turning towards the television in front of us not wanting to look at his expression. But, from the corner of my eyes, I can see him losing his patience.

Let him fume in anger. I thought to myself.

A sigh escaped from his lips indicating that he's close to losing his cool, this is good, it's working. I mentally smirked, enjoying it

"Don't make me repeat myself, Venessa" he stated menacingly, making me almost shiver upon hearing the change in his voice.

He sounded so scary that it's enough to make anyone cower away. I felt intimidated.

Remind me not to get on his bad side.

"I.. uhh... umm. I accidentally hit it at the door" I quickly answered, lying not wanting to anger him more, but boy, little did I know, lying to him, is like adding fuel to the fire.

"Ohh really? I didn't know that your door has fingers" he replied mockingly, I looked up to him.

"What do you mean?" I questioned him, putting a brave face even though I'm literally scared to death.

There's one thing for sure, you don't go around lying and messing with Vincent De Costello.

"There's finger marks on your arm, love, which is too clear that someone did it." he explained and before I could open my mouth to lie, he already beat me to it.

" Tell me who did it, now!" he ordered, clearly not in any mood to take lies and bullshit.

What am I supposed to say? My best friend did it because he was angry that he saw me with you.

Despite what Andrew said, I know deep down that he didn't mean to say it, he was just angry that's all plus, I don't want to hurt Vincent's feelings by telling him what Andrew has said about him especially when he did nothing but be kind and considerate towards me.

"I'm waiting, amore" he spoke breaking me out of my own thoughts.

" It's Andrew, he did it out of anger, nothing else." I admitted finally, looking down at my knotted fingers, a habit of mine.

I couldn't look at him as I know all too well that I would not be able to stop myself from telling him everything once I look at his addictive eyes, I know I would easily get hypnotized by his eyes.

"What, who the hell is Andrew?" He growled, making me jump from his sudden reaction and scoot a bit further away from him as I didn't expect him to do so.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he quickly added.

" Please tell me what happened, rosa" he added trying to make me face him, but I didn't want to, I know I would burst into tears once I open my mouth now.

My throat is tightening as I forced down the sob threatening to come out.

No, no I don't wanna cry, at least not in front of him.

I take deep breaths trying to calm myself down, as I recalled what happened earlier today at the diner.

He took my small hand into his warm ones, making me look up to him instantly, and one look at him, I can already feel myself losing control.

A tear fell on my cheeks and soon I was a crying mess.

He wiped my tears away but it was soon replaced with new tears. I couldn't stop crying, especially not now when I needed comfort badly, when I needed someone to hold me and tell me that it's all going to be alright and everything would soon fall into places.

I need it badly that it makes me feel pathetic and unwanted.

Just tonight hold me and make me feel warm and safe, please just tonight. I badly wanted to tell him but the sobs coming out of my mouth prevented me from doing so.

He pulled my shaking figure towards him and hugged me making me warm instantly.

I looked up at him wanting to thank him

" I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you, it's okay if you don't wanna talk about it" he whispered caressing my cheek lovingly. I would've loved it but the thought of him leaving me like everyone, kills me.

Looking at the man holding me to his chest, there's one thing for sure, I'm falling for him despite how I try not to.

He would be the end of me, I know it already.

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