14) Mattel- duh

The next day, I avoided Luca completely. I couldn't see him again after last night. Or else, I'd probably wanna jump on him.

"That's crazy! You guys kissed?" I was having breakfast with Yasmine by the kitchen island. Olga was making breakfast at the stove.

"Shh! Not so loud my grandparents are still here!" I hushed her.

"Oh right, sorry."

"To be fair though," I smirked, "It was more of a makeout sesh."

"OMG!" She squealed. I rolled my eyes at her childishness but eventually laughed.

Olga placed a plate of freshly baked waffles in front of me. Waffles! My favourite breakfast!

"Thanks Olga!" I grinned.

"No problem dear! Luca sir order me make it specially for you."

"He what?" I guess he remembered... That list of demands I gave him last week, I said I wanted waffles for breakfast. That charming asshole.

"Aww how cute!" Yasmine squealed again.

"Jesus child, quit the squealing."

"Sorry. It's just so romantic!" She shimmied. Was I suddenly watching Blended?

"Oh please. It was one of my demands. He had to do it," I argued.

"I don't think so," she grabbed a fork and broke a piece from my waffle.

Yasmine and I were sharing my waffle in peace. Then she started her dramatics again.

"Oh. My. God!" she looked at me with her jaw to the floor. Janice who?

"What?"

"You have a hickey!" she gasped.

"What? I do not have a-" I looked down at my collarbone. Shit. I did have a hickey.

"I can't believe he gave you a hickey!" She laughed.

Right on cue, Luca came jogging into the kitchen wearing his famous grey sweat pants and a black t shirt. Can I just say, guys wearing grey sweatpants- hottest shit ever. Actually no, not guys. Luca.

"Morning," he nodded at us.

I'm guessing he just came back from his morning run. His usually perfectly styled hair was now messy and all over his face. Sweat droplets were running down his neck. It was hot.

"Hey," I said softly, drizzling honey on my waffle. Wonder what it would feel like to have Luca drizzle honey on my body and lick-

Jesus Christ Malia! Get your mind out of the gutter!

Luca walked over to me and leaned against the island. He opened his mouth to say something but then shut it as soon as Enzo walked in.

Funny seeing him here. He's been missing from the mansion ever since that night I've met him. Kinda pisspicious that he suddenly shows up after I've been having my suspicions about him. But where could he have been? Oh I wonder where.

"Good morning everyone!" he greeted cheerfully.

"Morning." Yasmine and I said back.

Luca stared at him, jaw clenched. He pushed past Enzo and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. But before he could leave, he whispered, "Hope you like the waffles."

My stomach fluttered. Oh god. Yasmine was right. I want to think that he only ordered waffles for me because of my demands, but I'm hoping it's something more.

"You're blushing," Yasmine whispered to me, poking my side.

"No," I wacked her hand away, "It's just hot."

"You know what's hot?" She grinned, "Luca."

"Oh god, Yasmine! He's your cousin!" She just giggled like a twelve year old.

"You like him," she smirked.

"No I don't," I took a bite of my waffle.

"Yeah you do!" She nudged me with her arm.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh please!"

"And he totally likes you back."

"He does doesn't he!" I turned to her excitedly with a big smile.

"I knew it!" She smiled triumphantly.

Enzo stared at us as he slowly lifted his fork into his mouth. I smiled at him awkwardly and warned Yasmine to talk softer.

"Okay don't get too cocky," I rolled my eyes, "I'm gonna go for a run."

I got up from the island stool.

"Can I have the waffle?" Yasmine yelled.

"Whatever," I yelled back as I left the kitchen.

-

I put on some black yoga pants and a purple sports bra. Don't ask me who puts all this stuff in my closet and how it just happens to fit me perfectly.

Of course, I was only allowed to run within the estate the mansion was in. But it was pretty huge, so I didn't mind.

I stopped by my grandparents room to tell them I was going out. It was around nine am, so my gramps was still asleep and my gran was watching Matilda on the tv in the bedroom. My grandparents are really lazy people.

I said bye to them incase they already left to the airport by the time I got back from my run. They were going to Miami for a little honeymoon. They didn't bother staying in New York for much long since they've been here many times before.

As I left my grandparents room, a thought dawned on me.

"Hey, where's Rafael?"

Diana's POV

This Rafael guy was still in my damn apartment.

After he ate the pop tart, he thought he could now roam free. I proved him otherwise by knocking him out again.

As soon as he turned his back against me while eating his stupid strawberry flavoured snack, I grabbed the plate I brought it on and smashed it on his head. He passed out, again.

This time, I handcuffed his hands and legs to the bed with four pairs of furry pink handcuffs I found in Malia's room, again. What does that girl do with this shit?

He was out cold for over three hours. Probably because he received two concussions from me in the past couple days.

Malia's POV

On my way to my run, I passed by Luca's office. He was talking to someone, yelling and grunting out in frustration.

"Cazzo. This can't be happening!" He yelled.

Curiosity got the best of me and I found myself quickly but quietly running towards the door and pressing back against it. I peaked through a crack in the door and listened, for like the billionth time.

"Gesu cristo. We had an agreement. He agreed to leave the business in exchange for The Thing."

The Thing? Isn't that the biggest diamond Luca's dad stole that caused a rival gang to eventually kidnap Megan in exchange for it but then they ended up killing Megan because Luca refused to give them it? I mean I could be wrong...

"I'm sure he'll be smart enough to leave us alone, because we're not backing down this time. Si. Okay. Thank you. Ciao." He slammed the phone down onto the receiver.

Next thing I knew he was flinging a glass vase across the room and it shattered into a million pieces. He grunted out, pulling his hair.

Well that's my cue to leave.

-

I sat on my bed, staring at the letter from Megan while Sandra Bullock's voice boomed from the tv. Miss Congeniatlity is one of the greatest movies. Don't @ me.

After hearing Luca's conversation over the phone, something's been bugging me. I needed to know what was going on.

I had so many questions. Is this Evil Man guy still alive? Where's The Thing now? How'd Megan get kidnapped? Why hasn't Luca gotten his revenge? It was driving me crazy. I needed answers.

Well I don't really care that much but some drama's gotta go down to make this shit interesting, am I right?

I got up and marched across the mansion, barging into Leeroy's office because I can (actually I can't but who cares?).

"You busy?" I asked.

"Yes," he wasn't that busy, just sitting at his boring desk as usual and reading what seemed like some important documents.

"Great." I pulled out the letter. "I want to know some shit."

He stood up from his chair, pushing it a little bit back and everything.

"How'd you get that back?"

"I took it from your desk." I explained.

"Malia I told you already. That's not yours to read-"

"I know I'm sorry. But I need to know. Is this Evil Man person still alive? Where's

The Thing now? How'd she get kidnapped?"

"What? How do you-"

"I told you, Yasmine told me."

"I thought she just told you about me and Megan."

"Well you thought wrong."

"This isn't any of your business. And Yasmine shouldn't have told you." I let out a breath. "I'll sort her out later. Now leave," he sat down again.

"But I need to know."

"You don't need to know anything." He said, his orbs as cold as ice.

"Don't you think I deserve to know? You're forcing me to live here after all and you won't even tell me what's going on?" I shook my head at him.

"You don't deserve to know anything!" He shouted.

"Luca-"

"MALIA LEAVE! NOW!" He slammed his hands on the desks and shouted. I flinched, scared a little.

I kept quiet for a bit and then whispered, "B-but-"

"Out! I don't want to have to tell you again!" He said through gritted teeth.

I huffed and then left, slamming the door behind me of course because that's how you end a tantrum.

I ran into my room and grabbed my pillow. I slipped the pillow case off. I opened the closet and took the clothes and underwear out and threw them into the pillow case.

"He's crazy if he thinks I'm not leaving this time!" I whisper yelled to myself.

I tied the opening of the pillow case into a knot and headed for the door.

I was escaping.

Again.

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Sorry about the boring filler chapter... again.

Next one's juicier than my booty tho ;)

And yes, cazzo, gesu cristo, ciao, puta and si are the only Italian words I know

Le sigh

Love,

Evil man <3