Chapter 9 A new plan

Chapter 9

Aurora's POV

Seeing Matteo protect me last night, with his teeth clenched in anger and his muscles flexing visibly from his black dress shirt, I felt a natural sense of belonging. My mind scowled at the thought that I was enjoying Matteo's attention but my heart clamored for it.

I stretched under my covers and sat up, fluttering my eyelids. My gaze darted towards the clock which showed that it was past 8am.

I scrambled away from the covers and tossed on my night robe. Breakfast was supposed to be ready before 7am, but thanks to Matteo I was late.

For a strange reason, I wasn't scared of what Matteo or his brother would say, rather my heart thudded in anticipation of what Ginevra would do. Her deep glare and scathing look was scary enough to make a sinner repent. I wondered how Ilaria coped with her before I came.

Surprised washed over me when I climbed quickly down the stairs, gripping the rail for support as I got to the last row to meet the table set.

My legs moved faster on their own accord, with a questioning expression plastered on my face. Angelo glanced at me and shook his head, twitching his lips. I became self conscious of my face and touched the nook of my eyes to be sure that there wasn't any dirt there.

"You slept for so long that you forgot your duties," Ginevra started with a condescending tone and a disapproving look.

Matteo joined us and exchanged brief glances with her. He wore a polo and a pair of deep blue joggers which fitted loosely around his thighs.

"It wasn't her fault. Don't blame her," He said and dug into his toast.

I smiled briefly, grateful that he said something in my defense.

"But she didn't wake up on time so that she could prefer dinner for you and Angelo Matteo, that is a sign of irresponsibility." Ginevra snarled and this time Matteo banged the table with a glowering expression.

"Drop the case, Ginevra. I've told you not to blame her. You can go back to whatever you are doing or join breakfast."

"I'm sorry, Matteo." She apologised and cast a glare at me with her nose in the air then walked away, her heels clicking away.

I fiddled with my fingers and thought of what to say to both brothers. There wasn't any plea for me to say to them because it was truly their fault. "Good morning, Matteo, Angelo."

Angelo nodded with his attention fixed to his Tablet while Matteo stared at me with a soft look in his eyes. He motioned for me to sit down but the idea didn't go down well with me because I haven't brushed my teeth or even had a shower.

"I don't think it's a good idea," I opposed, covering my night dress with the edge of the robe.

"Why don't you think so?" He smirked and dropped the remaining toast on the chinaware, and took a sip from his cup. I didn't need to be told that it was black coffee.

"I'm telling you as your boss and Capo of the Outfit." He demanded.

I nearly rolled my eyes, and told him that he wasn't my Capo, only my late father will ever be. But that would make him suspect and keep closer tabs on me.

Angelo stood up with his tablet and whispered in my ear, "It's weird that my brother is asking you to sit with him, he has never done that with any staff before so listen to him. And I'm also sorry for leaving you last night,"

He didn't wait for my reply before he sauntered away. My eyes followed him out of the dining room, he would be my hardest kill because of how nice he was.

I walked slowly to Matteo and sat on Angelo's chair since he was sitting on the first chair which was meant for the man of authority in the house.

"It took you so long to sit with me. Aren't you hungry?"

"Not yet. I'm messed up, my hair is tousled and I need to clean myself. So breakfast is the last thing on my mind right now," I admitted.

He chuckled and his eyes roved over my hair, then my face. It held admiration instead of the disgust that I was searching for on his face.

"I called you here to know your decision about the dinner I proposed last night," His eyes were keen for a reply as he pushed the toast away and wrapped his hands around the coffee cup.

"Matteo, I was asleep. How did you expect me to think while sleeping?"

"You're awake now, so tell me your answer."

I looked around everywhere in the room but him. Going on dinner dates would lead to something more complicated and by the time I'd realize what was going on, I'd be lost in their world and the reason for being here, forgotten.

"I will go with you." I was shocked with my response but going on a date with Matteo felt good in a certain way and I wanted us to be close so that I'd be able to strike him easily.

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My uncle's phone kept ringing but he wasn't picking up which got me worried. He never ignored my call on purpose except when he was extremely busy.

I moved away from the window sill where we usually talked and returned to the bed to think of what I'd wear when my phone vibrated. My lips stretched in a smile when I saw that it was my uncle.

"Hi, Uncle." I greeted excitedly, jerking off the bed and returning to my formal spot.

"Are you doing well, Aurora?" His voice was controlled as usual but there was no denying that he was very concerned about my well-being.

"I'm fine, Uncle. It's just that things aren't going as planned and Matteo isn't as cold as I thought him to be. He has a charming personality as well." I confessed.

Killing a murderer was hard but when you took revenge on his children it was harder because they had nothing to do with their parents' crimes.

But that didn't matter to me, I wanted Aldo Moretti to roll on his grave when he sees that the Outfit is without a Capo and his sons are lying beside him in death.

"You thought him to be just a cold fish, didn't you?"

Apparently that was the only description I had in my head while stuffing my box with clothes and taking the next flight to New York.

"Yes I did. But he is a mixture of both."

"Then use it against him and you will give him a gruesome death because he is crossing his boundaries."

"What do you mean by boundaries, Uncle?" My ears perked with interest and my heart palpitated because of what he was about to say.

"He is planning to take over the Camorra completely. We both know that he has some of his men who are supplying drugs through the Neapolitan route. The Camorra doesn't have a truce with the Outfit so it is trespassing, but Matteo doesn't care because he is a daredevil." He explained.

My chest was constricted by his words, I wasn't just scared of him succeeding in his plans, I was also scared of what he'd do to me if he discovered my identity.

"So what is going to happen now?"

"The Camorra still has loyal soldiers and even though I didn't want to be a part of this revenge plan, I won't be happy seeing your father's hard work go to the drain because I want peace." He sighed after saying those words, but I could sense the anger that followed them.

"What am I going to do?" I asked with a clipped voice.

"Get closer to him so that you can know his plans, and also try to make him push his plans forward so that we can have enough time to strike. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I'll do all that."

I ended the call and deleted the call log immediately.

"So what are the things you are planning to do?" A deep feminine voice cut through my thoughts.