Daughter of the Mafia's Consigliere
Chapter 45

MARIANNE

I definitely hated myself that instant for crying, why would I show him my weak side? Why did I suddenly start crying? Thinking about it makes me feel so annoyed, I should have talked back to him when he kept on barking like a bulldog. His loud scoldings plus the pain I felt from the burns on my fingers triggered the tears I guess.

He must be feeling superior now that I cried in front of him, that stupid jerk! So the only thing he could think of doing was just to shout at me and call me names.

It's not entirely my fault! I didn't set the fire up intentionally but his stupid brain wouldn't allow him to understand that, that's if he even has one.

He didn't even give me the chance to explain, he just jumped into conclusion and heaped the blame on me.

I'm literally so annoyed at myself right now, I shouldn't have bursted into tears but rather shouted back at him.

He thinks he is the only one that knows how to shout?

The way he shouted at me was so terrifying, I got freaked out and thought that he might even swallow me out of anger.

He was even more concerned about the house getting burnt than me being a victim of the fire. He is just so heartless, I shouldn't expect less from one who takes the life of humans like him without batting an eyelid. Gosh! My fingers hurt so bad.

I sat on the kitchen floor and kept blowing air on my fingers.

Three fingers on my right hands and two fingers on my left fingers were badly injured.

It hurts so much, how do I even apply first aid when both hands get hurt? I literally can't do anything with these fingers right now because it feels like my whole fingers were on fire.

Come to think of it, this is entirely his fault because I told him countless times to employ a chef at least.

I know I can cook very well but not Italian dishes even though that was my nationality but I literally don't know that much about their food.

Living alone with that jerk can be life threatening, one might be dying and the idiot wouldn't even care.

I stood up and decided to get ice packs and place my fingers on them, maybe that would help reduce the pains a bit.

I suddenly heard footsteps approaching, that must be Ricardo.

I immediately dried my eyes using the back of my hands and kept a straight face. I felt his presence in the kitchen but I ignored him and continued with what I was doing.

Bringing out the ice packs stored in the freezer was another problem; I tried to carry them out but they dropped on the ground, my fingers hurt me so badly.

"I can see that you're so full of pride that you wouldn't ask for help, maybe you prefer to die of pain." Ricardo muttered coldly, I eyed him angrily and I hissed.

What was he even looking for in the kitchen?

He suddenly got a bowl and placed the ice packs in it, he then dropped it on the counter in front of me.

"Place your fingers on it, it would help reduce the pain." He ordered without even sparing me a glance.

His arms were folded with his gaze on the ice packs. Is he literally helping me right now?

"I never asked for your help and I was even about to do that,"

"Swallow your pride and do as I have told you except you want to lose those fingers and render your hands useless." He says, why does he have to be so mean to me with his words?

I rolled my eyes at him and placed my fingers in the ice pack. It stung me at first but it stopped after a while and the pains began to reduce slowly after a while.

Five minutes passed and Ricardo just stood beside me watching what I was doing.

I took my hands off when I noticed the ice was beginning to melt and released a relieved sigh.

He gets rid of the bowl of ice and suddenly grabs me by my wrist, he then pulls me out of the kitchen without saying a word.

"What is it this time? Why are you pulling me like I am some kind of goat, you should at least tell me what you're up to instead of dragging me like that." I yelled at him as I tried to resist his pull but he was too strong for me. He pulled me to the sitting room and made me sit on one of the sofas, he then dropped a first aid kit on the table in front of me.

Wait, is he really going to treat my burns? Unbelievable!

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He has an aggressive way of showing he actually cares, the last time he wanted to check my gunshot wound, he dragged me just like he just did and forcefully made me sit.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him trying to play dumb but he ignored me and began bringing out the required things he needed for treating my arms.

"If you're going to be annoying, just keep shut and if you try to be stubborn, I would gladly return back to my room." He said and I scoffed.

I stretched out my fingers and he started by cleaning the fingers with a cotton wool.

I was surprised by his gentleness, did my tears make him feel so much pity for me?

"Ouch!" I winced in pain waking up from my thought, he was applying iodine and this shit stings like fuck.

I folded my fingers as I kept wincing.

"Are you going to keep being a baby? This doesn't hurt at all so stop pretending! Don't waste my time, if not, you would end up doing this yourself!" He muttered coldly.

Does he have to be annoying all the time? How can he say I'm faking the painful moans? It's normal for iodine to be poignant on fresh wounds or burns.

After five minutes, he was done with the treatment and he wrapped the burnt fingers with a piece of plaster.

After he was done, he kept the first aid supplies back into the kit. He then took it away and went back to his room without saying a word.

I wanted to appreciate him but I didn't know why I held back and just watched him climb the stairs till he went out of sight.

He deserves a 'thank you' atleast even though he is a complete nutcase and an annoying jerk.

I would still be in pain had it been he had not helped me treat the burns on my fingers.

I am so surprised even though this isn't the first time he is doing this but I just couldn't help it especially when it comes from a heartless jerk like him.

Nevertheless, I think I should appreciate him at least even though he looks like one that might snub me if I thank him.

I stood up and went to his room, he didn't even lock the door, it was slightly opened.

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I went into his room fully and sighted him at the small space at the end of the room that is meant for relaxation.

One can have an overview of your surroundings and also enjoy the fresh air.

This is not my first time coming to his room but it's my first time actually studying it. His room looks so magnificent, cozy and standard, damn!

"Leave! I'm busy!" He ordered even without looking away from the laptop he was busy with, I guess he must have sensed my presence.

I'm just going to say whatever I wanted to say from where I was standing instead of moving close.

"I just wanted to say... Thank... you." I stressed the last two words.

He ignored me and didn't say a word, I expected him to act like that. That's one annoying characteristics of him,

"I take back my thank you," I muttered in my head with a scoff.

"I just..."

"Get out!" He suddenly interrupts me and I roll my eyes, he is just a rude man.

"Anyways, before I leave, you have to get a chef at least even though you don't want anyone else in this mansion. I can't cook Italian dishes, that was the reason for the little accident that happened a few minutes ago. You have to get just one maid that would be in charge of cleaning and cooking, you can't expect me to do all of that!"

"I've heard you, can you get out now?" He ordered me out and I folded my fist, I felt like hitting him at that moment.

"I should get an answer at least," I persisted.

"Marianne, just get out and don't get on my nerves please."

"I'm hungry," I didn't know when those words blurted out from my mouth.