She Belongs to the Mafia King (Normani Parker) novel Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

It was noon when I finally came out of my slumber, and just like the morning, I lay in bed, my face towards the window, just staring blankly at it since I had nothing to do and I was scared of leaving the room as I didn't want to cross paths with Sin. Not that anything was going to stop him if he decided to walk into the room.

I let out a sigh and held onto my tummy when it grumbled, alerting me that I hadn't had anything since last night.

My eyes shifted from the window to the door, contemplating whether or not if it was a good idea to leave the room. The more I swirled about the possible danger, the more my tummy growled with hunger.

Deciding it was best to get something to eat, I gently rose to my feet, making my way to the door, before coming to a halt and realising that I was still wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath.

I couldn't go out there like this. I had no idea of the number of people in this house. Letting out yet another defeating sigh, I began making my way back to the bed when I caught sight of a familiar old duffle bag at the far end of the room, beside the couch.

Without wasting any time, I walked over to it, searching through it, and pulling out a blue Jeans and a plain white top. I got out of the bathrobe, changing into them before walking back towards the door and peeping out.

When I was certain that there was no one outside, I stepped out of the room and wandered the halls of the mansion, trying to find my way to the kitchen while taking in the beauty of the mansion, which I hadn't seen the last time I was here.

It had many pieces of art, and the décor was amazing. Whoever decorated the mansion was a pro. I made my way down the grand staircase and walked in the direction I assumed would be the kitchen, and instantly I was hit with the amazing aroma that filled the air, causing my mouth to water.

I slowly made my way to the entrance of the kitchen, peeping to see who was inside, and a sigh of relief left my lips when I spotted Zoey.

She had her back to me while tiding up the kitchen counter, but stopped when she felt my presence. Her head turned slightly to the back, and her face lit up when her eyes landed on me.

"Hi Mani!" Zoey said eagerly.

"Hi!"  I smiled.  Despite the situation, I was really glad to see her.

"You are finally awake," she beams. "I was about to bring your food up to the room, but since you are here, why don't you come have a seat while I get it ready for you?"

"Thanks," I replied with a smile, walking fully into the kitchen and towards the stool, taking my seat.

"It's nothing; this is what I'm paid to do." A smile graced her lips. "Sin said you needed rest, so I wasn't allowed to see you." She said, placing a plate of spaghetti meatballs in front of me.

I gave her a small smile before scoffing down the food in front of me. Zoey and I may be nearly the same age, but she is very skilled in the kitchen. She told me that she learned from her mom right before she died. She didn't know who her father was, but after her mother's death, Sin took her in and cared for her. Her way of repaying him was to help with cooking and cleaning up his mansion.

I continued eating silently, not wanting to disturb her while she carried on with her work.

Once she was done with her task, Zoey made her way back to where I sat. She didn't say anything, but I could feel her eyes on me. This made me stop eating to stare at her.

The look of pity was visible on her face as she glanced at the bruise on my face, making me feel self-conscious, and I found myself using my hair to cover the marks.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I said, giving my best fake smile.

"I find that hard to believe." She counters, her voice dipping with sadness. "You keep looking at the door, scared that he might walk in."

" I... I.. "