EDITED: 19th March 2019.

Brooklyn.

We ate dinner in silence, sitting opposite each other on his gigantic dining table. I could feel the tension in the air, and I didn't understand it. All I asked was when I could go home, and ever since then, he was in a bad mood.

When I was done eating I got up, the chair making a screeching sound. He looked up from his plate, following my movements. I placed my dirty dish in the dishwasher. Once they were secured, I turned around looking anywhere but at him.

He finished up and placed his plate as well, all the while none of us making any sound. He then broke the silence,

"Do you want to watch a movie?" He said, towering over my small form and I nodded 'yes' feeling intimidated. And also because I didn't want to upset him again.

Soon enough, I was wrapped up in a blanket watching the starting credits of the movie as he made popcorn for us in the kitchen. He came back just as the movie started and sat beside me, giving me a bowl full of salty popcorn.

"You didn't have to, you know," I said, popping a piece in my mouth. He just gave a small chuckle,

"I didn't mind, piccola." He said, looking into my eyes so intensely that I had to look away.

I cleared my throat, "Let's watch the movie, shall we?" I said, changing the topic and he rolled his eyes probably knowing exactly what I was trying to do but faced the screen anyway.

--- I cuddled further into the warmth hearing it breath. Didn't know pillows could breathe.

They can't! I opened my eyes, facing a rock hard chest. Wait, what?

I looked up to see a peacefully sleeping Diavolo, his eyelashes falling on his cheek ever so softly and his chest moving ever so slowly. If only he was this innocent looking when he was awake though I know he was anything but that.

I shifted in his arms, trying to get out. He just groaned and tightened his hold on my waist, burying his face in my hair. Getting an idea, I leaned in and screamed in his ear loudly. He jumped up awake, immediately looking around for danger and I stifled my laughter. When he saw my amusement, his panic was gone and he playfully glared at me.

"You do not do that to me. Now you're gonna get it!" He said, tickling me and I laughed trying to move away from his fingers.

"No, please no," I said, in between giggles.

"Say I am the hottest man ever."

"Fine, Zac Efron is the hottest man ever," I said and he tickled me harder making my giggles even louder.

"Say it!"

"Okay, okay. You're the hottest man ever." I said, surrendering and his tickling ceased making me catch my breath.

"You know for a mafia boss you sure are childish," I said, without thinking and his emotionless face was back.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Yeah. You can shower and come down. Meanwhile, I'll find some clothes for you." He said and without any other word, walked into the closet.

Plopping back down on the bed, I cursed myself mentally for blurting that out.

--- I walked towards the kitchen silently, scared to alert Diavolo as I was unsure of his mood.

But to my surprise, he wasn't there. Instead, there was a woman looking to be around 50 moving in the kitchen hastily.

She suddenly turned around, "Oh deary! You must be Brooklyn." She examined me then without any further explanation moved forward and hugged me tightly.

"You are more beautiful than I imagined you would be. Sit sit! I am Peggy, the chef of this estate. What would you like to eat?" She pulled away and asked in a motherly tone.

"Anything simply cooked is okay. Where is Mr. Francesco anyway?" I asked and she tensed.

"He had some business to take care of. He will be back in a few hours." She said, sounding almost uncertain of her own words and I nodded quietly.

I didn't need to ask what 'business' she meant, I already knew.

--- It was almost 1 in the afternoon. I had finished eating breakfast 3 hours ago and was now cuddled up on the sofa in the living room watching TV when I heard the front door open.

I muted the TV hearing the footsteps come closer towards the room. I already knew who it was.

Diavolo walked in, covered in sweat and his hair messed up. His suit jacket had droplets of blood and I just hoped it wasn't his.

I gave him a once over, shaking my head lightly before unmuting the TV and ignoring his presence altogether. I could feel his gaze on the side of my head but I kept mine solely focused on the screen front of me.

"Brooklyn?" I ignored him.

"Brooklyn." He sounded more firm now but my stubbornness overcame my common sense.

I barely had the chance to regret my actions before I heard him moving as he jerked me up and towards his body.

I squirmed in his hold trying to get out but he was much stronger and held me tightly in place.

"I do not like it when people ignore me, little Brook." He whispered tauntingly in my ear and I wanted to argue that I wasn't that little but held the words in my throat after I saw his eyes.

They were dark, oh were they dark. Fury was swarming in them like waves in an ocean and I shivered from the intensity of it.

"Now tell me why were you ignoring me bambino?" He asked near my ear and suddenly nipped at it making me yelp at the sting. He chuckled like the bastard he is, his breath making the hair on my neck stand up.

"I-I wa-asn't." I stuttered like an idiot and he once again chuckled, but this time it was a dark one.

"I do not like liars as well, sweetness." He said and suddenly gripped my hair, tugging on it making me scream out in pain.

"You will respect me and you will obey me. Fatto?" He commanded in a much darker and deeper making me whimper in fear.

He smirked evilly, "I said, GOT IT?" He shouted tugging on my hair harder making my hand reach out to free it from his grip.

My teary eyes met his dark ones as I muttered over and over, "I got it. I got it. Please just leave me."

He smiled cunningly, as he threw me on the floor and leaned down, gripping my chin tightly. "Good. I'll be back once I clean up. I want you in the kitchen ready for lunch when I am back. Or else the consequences will be severe." He said, leaving my chin, straightening his posture and simply walking out.

I stared at his retreating back bringing my knees to my chest as I sobbed silently, taking deep breaths every now and then.

What has gotten into him?

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a u t h o r' s n o t e:

sorry, this story was getting too sappy for my taste ;)

also sorry for the superrr late update, i am on vacation but i still typed this chapter for y'all :').

'Fatto- Got it.'

anywhore, how did you like the 'dark' Diavolo? don't worry, his behaviour will be explained in the future chapters so hold onto on your phone/computers because the ride has just began my friends.

until then bye bye and thanks so much for reading.

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