I took a bite of the chicken sandwich I had just made. The kitchen was silent because I was the only one around. I mean, it was 2am. I just got a little hungry and came down to eat.

It's been two days since Alexa was supposed to find out more about me but she still had to stick to my side like Vittore wanted so I didn't escape. She hadn't had a chance to go out of the estate as far as I was concerned and all phone calls were monitored in one of the secret rooms I'd found yesterday, hiding from security.

They had gone a little crazy when they didn't find me so that was amusing on my side. I picked up my cup of juice, drowning half of it. Who knew how much I'd missed food. The "safe house" usually gave the girls nutritious snack bars that had white wrapping paper. They were one of the reasons I hated white.

The snack bars were filled with all the nutrients our bodies needed and we were constantly fed water. Being healthy sucks. I'd rather chaw down on fast food and home cooked meals for the rest of my life.

My peace was disturbed when someone walked into the kitchen from the door behind me. I sighed and just ignored their presence, giving my sandwich all my attention. The person walked past me, the strong scent of masculine cologne filling my nose. It wasn't bad. It actually smelt really really really nice.

I looked up, only to be surprised when Vittore sent me a glance over his shoulder. His naked shoulder. God where was this man's bloody shirt?

He was dressed in black basketball shorts and covered in sweat. He walked over to the coffee machine and started brewing himself a cup but I couldn't stop staring at his tattooed back. My mind couldn't really decipher the images that were permanently inked onto his smooth tanned skin but they looked perfect on him.

Vittore opened one of the cupboards, reaching for a bunch of cups and my eyes watched his every movement, mostly gazing at how the muscles in his arms and back flexed with his smooth movements. I also noticed his hands were wrapped in bandages so he must have been boxing. If there was a gym in this estate, it was the next place I was finding.

Vittore continued what he was doing and I stared shamelessly, picking up my juice and drowning the whole glass. The smell of coffee filled the air and the sound of a filling cup reached my ears. It wasn't long until the man who was a constant thought in my mind turned around.

His hair stuck to his forehead because it was wet and his chest was dotted with beads fo sweat. His dark eyes never left my own but I let mine wander. I spotted a few scars that littered his body and I wanted to ask how he got each one. That would be a little weird even for me so I kept silent.

My admiration came to a stop when he slid a cup of coffee to me. I looked down at the steaming mug and then up at Vittore with a raised eyebrow. He stared back, seemingly unfazed, cradling his own cup.

"This is poisoned," I stated the obvious, pushing the cup away from me.

Vittore shrugged and slid his cup to me instead, bringing mine closer to him. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"This could be poisoned too," I said. I'd done this before once. During training, I was required to poison one of the subjects. I have him the un-poisoned cup and he obviously didn't trust me so he took mine instead.

He had a slow painful death.

Vittore sighed and took a sip from the cup he had before and placed it in front of me. He also took a sip from the other cup. I watched him for a second before sliding the coffee cup closer to me. At least we'd die together if shit went South. My sandwich was long gone which I honestly was sad about but I had coffee now.

"What are you doing up at this ungodly hour?" I asked Vittore.

"Shouldn't I be asking you the same thing?" he countered causing a small smile to rise on my face. I couldn't lie. Vittore Martinelli intrigued me.

"There's no sleep for the wicked. I'm sure you know that," I said taking a sip of coffee. It wasn't that bad. He could've put more sugar though.

Vittore and I were quiet for a while, just enjoying our coffee and being around someone else I guess. I never really enjoyed anyone's company.

"Tell me about the safe house," Vittore finally said causing me to snort.

"What's next? Going to ask me the timetable for my menstruation cycle?" I chuckled. "If you want to know more on it I'm obviously not going to tell you. You found out I was the Jade Scythe. What's stopping you from finding out more?"

I have to admit. Taunting, annoying and being a smartass around Vittore had become one of my favourite hobbies.

"I'd thought after sparing your life, you'd be willing to share some information with me," Vittore said leaning back in his seat. Amusement coated his tone, making me smile a little.

"Who knew the infamous Don of the Martinelli Familiar could hold a spec of humour in his body," I said under my breath.

For some reason unbeknownst to me, Vittore was in a seriously good mood and it was rubbing off on me. I hated it but what was wrong with having a light moment once in a while.

"What's going on with Elliot?" I asked tilting my head in the slightest.

"Well the Vipers owned almost half of the money in his casino and they aren't very happy to find it missing," Vittore said and I was surprised he was sharing this information with me. "He was reported missing yesterday so he's probably dead."

I nodded my head, expecting as much. "Are the Vipers suspicious of you?"

"I don't know honestly but they'd be stupid to try anything even if they were. They know that," he murmured before we both fell silent again.

"I want to offer you another contract," Vittore said and I looked up, raising my brow at him.

"You do?" I asked completely baffled.

"I'm still working on the details but yes," he said.

"If I didn't take the other one, what makes you think I'd take this new one?" I asked.

"Because it'd give you more freedom in my mafia than Alexa," Vittore informed me and my heart leapt at the concept. I could get my revenge.

"What are the terms?" I inquired, not willing to let myself get more hope on the subject.

"I'm still arranging them but it's nothing much," Vittore answered glancing into my eyes. I stared back, knowing "nothing much" could mean he wanted my liver or something. I opened my mouth to ask him a question when someone else walked into the room.

Surprisingly, it was Vittore's mother. Her chocolate brown hair was put in a bun and she was wearing silky lilac pajamas with a matching robe. A sleeping mask rested at the top of her head and she was smiling brightly as she walked to us. I actually hadn't seen her since the day Vittore got me.

"Hi sweetheart," she said moving over to Vittore and kissing his head. Her eyes then turned to me and her gaze swept over the huge grey shirt and small sleeping shorts I was in. I had tamed my hair into a bun but strands still fell unkempt into my face, over my shoulders and back.

"Hello. I'm Faye, Vittore's mother. What's your name?" she said extending her hand. I looked down at it before sliding mine in hers, not wanting to be disrespectful.

"Dalia. I'm Dalia," I said with a small smile.

"I love your accent," Vittore's mom gushed. "You're British?"

"Yeah."

"Ma what are you doing up this late?" Vittore asked his mother, looking at her with the same cold eyes as he does everyone else but I could see the softness behind it. This was the one time I'd been able to read him.

"Nothing," Faye told her son, waving an arm in the air and placing the other on her hip. "I was just hungry and got in the mood for some chocolate chip cookies."

"Chocolate chip cookies?" I voiced. I loved cookies so much. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had one. Faye turned to me with a new spark in her eye.

"Yep. I was just about to bake some. The one's at the store don't really hit the spot," she said walking around the counter.

"Can I help?" I asked standing up and following her. My eyes were filled with awe as I looked at this woman.

Who woke up at 2am to bake cookies? She was literally a God send.

"Of course. Vittore will be helping too," she said picking some bowls and ingredients from the cupboards around her.

"I can't bake right now Ma. I-"

"Vittore will be helping," Faye repeated, no room for argument in her tone. I turned back, looking at Vittore who sighed and run a hand down his face. "Come Dalia. The first thing we're going to do is turn on the oven so it can pre-heat..."

I think I'd just found my person.