Page 45 of The Don's Hidden Heir

“I’ll show you to your room.” He finally breaks the silence.

He leads me to the staircase and it’s large and imposing. The balustrades are crafted from intricately carved wood. Wall sconces adorn the walls and an obscene chandelier dangles from the soaring ceiling overhead, casting a warm glow on the stairs.

“This is the master bedroom,” he says, pointing to a room on the right when we reach the hallway upstairs. “It’s mine. The room after it is Lucas’s room and next two rooms are my brothers’.”

“You mean Marcus and—”

“Vincent. He’s the youngest.”

“Oh.” I cringe when I remember my fight with Marcus last night. He was gone before I woke up this morning, but it doesn’t take away the feeling he doesn’t like me. “Do they come around very often?”

“The mansion is well guarded, but I only trust Marcus to protect you and Lucas. Vincent will stay with us until the rivalry with the Bratva is sorted.”

My brows pull together. I get lost whenever he talks about mafia business. “How long will that take?”

He shrugs and I can’t help but notice how wide his shoulders are.Goodness me!

“It’ll take as long as it needs to. My priority is that you and Lucas are safe.”

Can I have a replacement for Marcus? I’m not comfortable around him.

I don’t voice my thoughts though. Instead, I chew on my acrylic nails and stare blankly at the long hallway.

“Your room is right here.” He points to the room across it. “It’s also a master suite.”

I glance between my room and his. “It’s—” I don’t complete my sentence. I bite my lips instead and stare at him like a mute.

If Dominic notices the retort I’m biting back, he doesn’t show. “Take a shower and come down for breakfast.”

I nod, open the door to my new bedroom and step inside. I lean my back on the door and take deep breaths before I notice the intense dark eyes staring at me and flinch.

She flinches too, her wrinkles forming into a frown when both of us see we’re no harm to each other.

My heartrate drops and my chest heaves in and out as I gulp down a greedy amount of air. “You scared me.”

The woman in front of me is no younger than sixty. Her gray hair is slicked back in a neat bun and she’s wearing a white dress that’s similar to the maid’s, but I’m not quite sure.

She does a sign of the cross. Placing her forefingers on her forehead, chest, right shoulder and left shoulder before she glares at me.“Perché sei così nervoso?”

“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I don’t speak Italian.” I’m not even sure it’s Italian she just spoke, but since Dominic is Italian, I don’t expect he’ll keep a non-Italian so close.

She looks at me from head to toe, then she lets out an exasperated sigh as if I’m a bother to her. “You’re that child he spoke of, aren’t you?”

I scrunch my nose, confused. “I’m Elena Marconi,” I mutter. Something about this woman’s gaze makes my heart pound fast. “I’m—”

“I know who you are,” she cuts in. “I’m Bianca, chief housekeeper. Let me know if you need anything.”

She shoves past me and leaves the room. My eyes remain on the door after she’s left.

What the hell was that?

I’m not a person that allows people walk over them, so why did I stay quiet and let her treat me as if I’m some sort of whore Dominic brought home? It’s obvious she doesn’t like me for whatever reason, but she doesn’t need to be rude to me.

Huffing out an exhale, I saunter to the walk-in closet where my clothes are neatly folded. I pick out a red tank top and denim shorts, then I get naked, grab a towel and enter the bathroom.

When I’m done taking a shower, I put on my clothes and step out the room. Dominic’s door creaks open immediately, as if he’s been waiting for me. He’s wearing a black shirt which shows off the muscles on his arms, and sweatpants. The bulging in his pants catches my attention and I don’t bother to tear my gaze away.

“Don’t look at my cock like that if you’re not going to suck it.”

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