He stared at me, shock written across his darkening features.

I still didn't feel safe. The only person who had made me feel safe was his father, but he wasn't here right now and was unable to do anything.

I felt like I couldn't stop crying, too many traumas surfacing after my loss of control with Winston Horan. I couldn't hold my shaking hands still.

"Did he hurt you?" Mr Capra inquired, surprisingly not angry even after I had slapped him. I wasn't capable of finding it incredibly off in the moment.

I had slapped the most powerful man on Earth and for some strange reason he had let it slide.

"I-" I stuttered out, but couldn't continue. I needed to get home, where I knew I was safe, and call Mr Capra Sr.

Tony, my boyfriend, didn't know of my profession. I doubt he would approve of it anyway, since some of the people I seduced and got information from were his friends and colleagues, business partners, even.

"We've got him," Vinny appeared in the doorway, speaking to the man still studying me closely.

My teary eyes met his and he immediately frowned.

"Sof-" he began nearing me, concerned and worried, before Mr Capra cut him off.

"Deal with him, I'll take care of her," he dismissed him, his eyes unwaveringly focused on me.

I felt pathetic, again an emotion which I hadn't felt in so long. I was panicking, so lost in life right now.

Mr Capra Sr was the closest person I'd ever had to a father figure, or a loving parent. Not having him around suddenly rocked my whole mental health. He had saved me from a life of prostitution and drugs, abled me a stable and secure life, and provided me with love and care, something I'd never had. He had changed my life, would be a way of summarising it all.

"But-" Vinny was still intent on knowing what had happened and why I was now crying.

None of the people I worked with had ever seen me cry, except Mr Capra. They'd never seen me lose control of any situation or myself, as I had now done. I understood Vinny's concern and appreciated it, but at the same time I needed to be alone.

"Go help the others. I'll see you tomorrow," Mr Capra Jr. cast a look at him, which caused him to nod slowly to the authority figure in this situation.

Vinny gave me a small and sympathetic look, before leaving.

Mr Capra remained standing in front of me, watching with intent as I slowly but surely managed to calm myself down.

"Sofia..." he beckoned, suddenly seeming so much less threatening and not as much of an asshole as he had done before.

"I didn't get the code to the safe," I cleared my throat and wiped the underneaths of my eyes to rid the remains of tears.

I then quickly composed myself, not wanting to show any more vulnerability in front of this man. I would resign tomorrow, I decided.

"I didn't send you here to get the code to the safe," he spoke and my brows furrowed, suddenly unable to look away from his dark eyes.

"What?"

"We've got Mr Horan. I doubt he has anything important in his safe, all we needed was him. You did everything right."

I felt like cursing him out for not telling me the real plan. It was stupid, and me having known what he was up to would have saved me from this.

At the same time, I was completely confused by him suddenly being kind to me. I didn't trust him one bit.

"I'm sorry this went the way it did..." he added, managing a small and genuinely apologetic smile.

My eyes narrowed at him and his smile faded.

"Why didn't I know the truth?" I had to ask, my voice venomous at this point.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, the two top buttons of his black dress shirt unbuttoned now.

"My father praises you, but since your loyalty clearly lies with him, I couldn't be sure if you would be petty enough to bust what we were doing," he explained, "it would have been less of a shitstorm if Mr Horan thought we were after some valuable artefact or piece of art from his safe, instead of him. Does this make sense?"

I guess the feeling of distrust was mutual.

"I'm leaving," I told him and began walking past him and out of the master bedroom.

I heard his footsteps behind me, adding to the clicking of my heels.

"I'll drive you," he surprised me by speaking.

I ignored him, hoping maybe he'd believe I hadn't heard him. I needed to get a taxi, or call a driver.

I opened my clutch again to take my phone out, but realised something I hadn't realised before, in my state of panic.

The screen of my phone was cracked badly. I stopped and frowned down at it.

I jumped at the feel of a calming hand on my lower back, the scent of the delicious cologne he wore enveloping me.

"When did that happen?" He asked, his low voice sending a pleasurable tingle down my spine, closer to me than I would have expected. I was too tired mentally to care, and decided not to push him away. As he was now not being crude or rude, and finally a somewhat decent person toward me, I didn't know what to do.

"Just now, before you got here," I cleared my throat and tried turning my phone on, since it had seemingly shut off after I'd tried to call for help.

My phone wouldn't turn on, so I couldn't call for someone to get me.

"I'll drive you. I'll pay for a new phone tomorrow, alright?" He began gently guiding me to walk out of the suite. I could feel his gaze on me as I sighed deeply and slid the broken phone back into my clutch.

"I'll just find a taxi, it's fine—" we left the suite and began making our way towards the elevators, his hand still not leaving the small of my back. As much as I hated to admit it, it was immensely calming.

"I'll drive you," he spoke, ending the conversation there.

The elevator ride down to the extravagant lobby was silent.

"I'm parked outside," Mr Capra told me as we neared the front doors of the hotel.

I knew people, the staff, were watching us. Everybody knew who the Capra's were, even those living under rocks.

"You drove yourself?" I had to ask him, for the first time looking up at him as we entered the cold and dark night.

"Yes," the sides of his lips tugged up and he chuckled, "as long as I can drive, I will. Using a driver would seem like a boring life."

"Oh," I just nodded once, feeling conflicted with so many things right now.

I didn't realise I was shivering until he stopped walking.

"Are you cold?" He asked as I turned to see why he had stopped all of a sudden, "where's your coat?"

I noticed two of his personal bodyguards behind him, keeping a certain distance Mr Capra had told them to keep when their assistance wasn't needed. I knew the two men well, they had worked with the mafia for a long time.

"It's in the suite..." I frowned, realising I had forgot it there in the midst of all this hassle.

"I'll tell Vinny and the others to take care of it, they'll clean up any evidence of any of us having been there tonight," Mr Capra assured me, "you're still cold, though."

"I'm fine," I was brushing his question off and beginning to walk in the direction we had been heading to initially, but only managed to take a few steps before I felt a jacket being placed over my shoulders.

If I had been confused before by his sudden kindness towards me, I was even more shocked and confused now.

"I, uh..." I began hesitating, not finding this appropriate.

"Come," he placed his hand on my lower back again, almost begging me not to say anything, clearly not having expected himself to suddenly be this kind to me either.

He drove me to my apartment in complete silence. I awkwardly thanked him, and almost rushed home.

I was too tired to call Mr Capra Sr tonight, and decided to do it tomorrow.

I fell asleep to so many confusing thoughts.