Finishing her nails, she cleaned off the counter and threw the clippings away before sitting back down to find a cheeseburger and fries waiting in her spot.
She dressed her burger with some of the condiments he had laid out as he took a seat beside her with his own plate. She had eaten countless cheeseburgers but, taking a bite, she had to admit this one was pretty freaking good. Of course, it is.
He was really starting to get on her nerves at this point.
Chloe finished her food in record time, not knowing if it was because it was so good or because she wanted to escape upstairs.
"T-Thank you. It was delicious."
"I'm glad you liked it, darlin'." He smiled, picking up their empty plates.
She reached for the laptop, more than ready to go upstairs.
"I took the day off to finish gardening," he told her, setting the dishes in the sink.
She froze, having forgotten about that. No wonder he is here.
"Do you still want to join me?" He wasn't commanding her; he was simply asking.
Clutching the laptop, she tried her best to lie. "I-I have a lot of schoolwork I n-need to do."
"Okay, darlin'. I just thought you might enjoy some fresh air. But if being in the house every day doesn't bother you, then I understand."
"I j-just have a lot of work to do," she tried to lie again, though she knew it was bullshit. Not on the account of what had happened last night, but because he specifically brought Sal in to help her with her schoolwork so she could. Dang it … She was starting to feel bad!
He smiled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I said I understand, darlin'. Go and get your schoolwork done. It's more important."
Is he being sarcastic, or just really freaking nice?
Biting her lip again, she tried to decide. What is he trying to do to me?
She shook her head, hoping it would shake the thoughts away while she headed for the stairs, not wanting to give in to feeling bad about not wanting to spend the day gardening with a freaking murderer.
"Okay, bye."
Laughing at her abrupt departure, he raised his voice so she could hear him as she ran. "All right, I hope you get lots of work done, darlin'."
Running into her room, she shut the door behind her before setting her laptop on the small desk in her room. Ugh! I hope you get lots of work done, darlin'. Like, what does that even mean?
Whatever Lucca was trying to do to her, she wasn't buying it. He was a lunatic, and that was it.
Taking a seat, she opened the laptop to see what schoolwork she had. Nothing she had to do was immediate, so she sat there, twiddling her thumbs, trying not to think about him. Finally, she decided to try to work out some math problems for the test that was coming up to see if she still understood what Sal had taught her.
She hadn't even been working on the problems for ten minutes when a chat box opened up.
How's the calculus coming along?
Rolling her eyes, she thought that was awfully convenient. Did Lucca ask you to check on me to see if I was doing schoolwork? Thinking better of it, she then asked, Is this Lucca?
What? No? Did something happen? Ha-ha.
Before she answered, she got up to look out the window. Lucca was already in the garden, dirty and hard at work. Well … Dang. That just killed her theory.
Going back to the computer, she reread his reply, not liking the laugh he added to the message, knowing he was most likely smiling on the other end of the computer.
Typing into the keyboard, she wanted him to know she no longer bought the innocent way he had explained the mafia. VP, huh?
Well, I tried to warn you a little, but you weren't hearing it.
That isn't true. That's not true!
I gave you the version you wanted to hear, didn't I?
Staring at the keyboard, she immediately typed in the letter "N," but she couldn't finish the word, knowing deep down he was right.
We only hear what we want to hear, and we only see what we want to see, Chloe.
Her eyes wandered to the window, her thoughts on Lucca, before she snapped her eyes back to the computer and typed, You still lied to me, along with everyone else.
Did Lucca lie to you?
She bit her lip, unable to lie. No. If anything, he was too honest.
Then what's the problem?
Um, the fact that he is crazy. The underboss. Keeping me hostage. That was just a short list, but she wasn't going to tell his best friend that. Nothing.
Are you sure about that? Ha-ha.
Yes!
Okay then, if you're sure.
Ugh, she must not understand guys in general, because she didn't know if that was sarcasm or not.
Tapping her fingers, she thought there was something she had been wondering since finding out about the mafia. Sal's genius intrigued her, and she wanted to know what he really did for them since she didn't think he only handled security.
What do you really do? Like, really do?
Patiently waiting for a response, she didn't get one until minutes later, and it wasn't what she had expected, yet should have.
I'm his right hand.
She knew exactly who he was referring to.
So, you help him get into trouble, then?
Or I help him get out of it.
There was one last question she wanted to know the answer to. She just didn't know how to ask it. After last night, the way Lucca had talked about Amo, like he was no different than him, and that Nero and Vincent weren't, either, she had to ask, Is it possible to still be good, but also be in the mafia?
I guess you'll have to find out.
Chloe left the computer then, going to the window and looking down at Lucca in the garden. He had that look on his face, like he cared about what he was doing, concentrating carefully on the task before him like it was the most important thing in the world. Even though she didn't want to admit it, she liked that look on him. It suited him. And every time she watched him when he had that look, she felt fully transfixed.
The more she looked at him outside, out of these walls, the more they began to bug her. I just thought you might enjoy some fresh air. But if being in the house every day doesn't bother you, then I understand.
She hurriedly went back to her desk. No, no, no, no, no.
She peeked toward the window, seeing the sun shining. Don't do it. Don't listen to him.
Birds started chirping while they passed her window …
Looking down, she felt nothing but defeat. Dang it!
Twenty-Four
The Most Beautiful Prison
The second she opened the door, Lucca's eyes met hers and the most beautiful smile touched his lips. He had stopped what he was doing, resting back on his heels and waiting for her.
With each step into the garden, the sun and wind began to pick her up, making her defeat feel less painful.
She stopped, standing a foot away from him. You would think she would have to look down on him considering he was on the ground, but she really didn't. The top of his head came to her chest. Her short stature only made her feel more inferior to him.
A helpless breath came out. "I-I changed my mind."
He just simply continued to smile. "Okay, darlin'."
The response he gave her was one she hadn't expected. She waited for the part where he was going to say "I told you so," but it never came.
Removing his gloves, he left them in the dirt before standing up and closing the distance between them. He stood before her and held out his hands. "May I see your hands?" This wasn't a command. He was politely asking for permission.
She should have said no, turned around, and left, but that wasn't what her body did.
Raising her bandaged hands, she held out her palms to him.
Taking a final small step toward her, he slowly placed one of his hands under hers. Her hand only gave a small jump when his fingertips touched her. She found them to be very warm from wearing gloves.
She held her hand stiffly on top of his, while he used his other hand to pull back the bandage to carefully look at her palm.
Why am I letting hi-
Just like that, he put the bandage back in place before he held her other hand, repeating the process. Again, he only held her hand for a few seconds, looking it over and putting the bandage back in place before pulling his hands away from hers. He didn't linger, let alone touch her long enough for her to freak out.
Lucca went to the bucket, picking out a pair of soft gardening gloves. Then he came back over to her, stretching out the opening in the glove for her to slide her hand through easily.
She held her right hand out again, and he began slipping it on carefully over her bandage.
"I don't want you using your hands too much, so take it easy."
Nodding, she then held out her left hand.
"If they start to hurt, or even get sore, I want you to stop for me, darlin'."
"O-Okay."
"Then you can just stay out here, keeping me company, and enjoy not being in the house." Grinning down at her, he made sure the second glove was secured.
When he dropped his hand from hers, she couldn't help slightly smiling back at him. She liked how she allowed him to touch her, and how he didn't abuse it.
Lucca went back to the dirt, putting on his gloves and getting back to work.
Confusion was all she knew anymore. Never had she understood Lucca, and now she no longer understood herself. The longer she continued to be here, the more confused she got.