Emily

I wake up by muffled voices...

"What about the bodies?"

"The police...No, can't..." huh, where I am? Sitting up straight, I notice I'm still in Mateo's car, people surrounding it. What the-? I make an attempt to sit straight but the jacket goes my body, leaving me naked; shit...I can't leave the car like this! Scanning the car, I see my dress somehow landed in the backseat; nice, now I need to crawl to get there... When I try to reach for it someone opens the door. I let out a yelp, sitting back in my seat like my life depended on it; this person must have seen my naked butt...

"Butterfly?" a too familiar voice asks and I let out a sigh of relieve.

"Thank god it's you" meeting his eyes I see that something is wrong? "What's-?"

"-Step out, we need to go upstairs!" he reaches for his jacket, draping it over my body; it covers everything that should be covered, and leads me out the car. The lights hit me and I close my eyes, pain making its way through my head. I will never drink this much again!

"Ouch..." my hand makes contact with my head and look down.

"What's wrong!?" Mateo asks, his voice panicked and his hold on me tighten.

"My head hurts" he lets out a sigh of relieve.

"I have painkillers, c'mon" we round the corner and now I notice for the first time that a lot of guards are here, surrounding something in the back. Mateo leads me to the other side but I stop, looking at them. "You don't want to see that..." ignoring him, I walk over, approaching the guards. He makes an attempt to stop me but I shrug him off. "Emily..." stepping closer, the men notice me and part, looking tense at each other but when I see what's going on, I gasp, reaching behind me to hold Mateo's hand.

"Omg...Are-are they...Dead?" nobody response and I turn, meeting Mateo's gaze. "Mateo...Are they!?" I ask panicked but his silence is my answer. Then I look at the men but they don't speak either. "Is that a 4?" I point at an old-timer, on it the number 4 painted with red...with blood... my gaze meet Mateo's, his brows furrowed and that sent shivers down my spine. "Who-What-When-" my breathings are getting fast and my head is spinning; I'm getting a panic attack. Tears start to form in my eyes, my stomach makes a double flip but I hold everything in, refusing to throw up in front of everyone.

"Emily?" Mateo asks, stepping closer but I take a step back.

"What's going on!? Is it that guy again!? Did he murder them!?" he wraps his arms around me, holding me against his chest and I inhale the familiar scent that I'm getting used to.

"Shh..." he whispers in my ear, reassuring me everything is going to be fine but it won't. "It's been a long night" his hand glides up and down my back, making my muscles relax a little bit more and the shivers stop, so does my stomach. "Let's go home and get you to bed, I promise I will kill this man" I nod, crying and holding him as tight as possible against me, wishing I could crawl under his skin and stay there forever...

I didn't sleep at all; the night has been a hell. People constantly came in and out, talking to Mateo, waiting for his order but they all left around 3 in morning, thank god. Mateo slept with me, holding me tight in his arm while I heard his steady heartbeat and his breathing getting slower and deeper; he at least slept a few hours but soon woke up when I turned around at least 50 times. He then asked me what's going on but I told him the same answer: my head hurts. He nodded but I know he didn't believe.

Some hours later the sun came up, the next day starting but the hurt was still the same; they died because of me. That stalker isn't just a stalker; he's a murderer and I really hope he dies in Hell!

"Take a shower with me?" He asks, holding his hand out and I take it, eager for his touch. The water is warm, so does the body behind me. He takes some soap, cleaning me with attention. His touch is warm and gentle, nothing like before; he cares now...but does he care about me too? Or is this just an act to get the company? These thoughts had been haunting me; what if he's just kind to me because he needs something from me?

"Butterfly..." he kisses my shoulder, holding me in his arm and I lean in; even when he uses me, I can use him as well... "Do you feel better? Your head still hurt?" I nod, it still does. My head throbs with: bang...bang...bang...and it won't stop. He makes sure all the soap is from my body, his gaze focus on my body again and that makes me blush. Somehow I want him to touch me, to fuck me and make me forget everything but I know he won't try it; he's tense as well. We both step out of the shower, he gives me a towel and we both dry off in silence. I stay in the bathroom a little longer while he brushes his teeth, takes his clothes and last but not least, puts his usual cologne on that I'm getting addicted to and he knows it; I love that scent, it smells like a wooded forest and just him...my stomach doubles over and I feel like I need to throw up, Fuck! Running to the toilet, I bend down; barely making it and still bare-ass-naked.

"Wow...Emily" I hear him says and he comes over, kneeling next to me while I throw everything up that was inside my gut. He rubs my back up and down and takes my hair out of my face; thank you for that. "It's fine, throw up" and I do. After 5 minutes I stop because nothing is in my stomach to throw up for and he cups my face but I pull away.

"My mouth stinks..." I mumble but he ignores it, instead his palm makes contact with my forehead and I can't help but to feel cared for.

"You're hot..."

"Aren't I always?" he grins at my response but it soon fades, concern replacing it.

"You should stay home; I think you got the flu"

"In May?"

"Yes, even in the spring you can get the flu" he pulls me up so I can stand but my knees are wobbly. "Come, I'll help you" he leads me to our bed and stalks over to the closet, taking out his t-shirt and some sweats. "Wear these, there are a little oversized" I arch a brow. "Okay, for you there're extra oversized but they're comfy; don't you want to feel comfy?" I nod and take the clothes.

"Thank you" I reply and he kisses me on the head.

"No problem, butterfly, I'll go to the kitchen" he pull up the sheets.

"I need to sleep?"

"Yes, sleeping is good for you" I lie on the bed now while he puts the sheets on top of me, making sure I lie comfortable. "I notice you didn't slept at all tonight"

"My head was-"

"-Don't lie to me, I know you couldn't sleep because you felt guilty" I close my eyes, feeling embarrassed. "I know what you feel" he kisses my forehead now and I need to ask...

"What do you mean?" he chuckles.

"Nothing you need to worry about" he walks over to the window and pulls the curtains down, making the room darker. "Now sleep, I'll come in a few hours and when you're not feeling better, I'll call the doctor" and he leaves the room. I roll over, feeling like I could throw up again; I hate the flu! Closing my eyes, I drift off the sleep somehow and dream about someone killing me...What a nightmare...

I wake up, sweat coating my skin and my head hurts like shit; I'll never drink again, NEVER! How late is it anyways? Rolling over to Mateo's side I see its past 12 o'clock; I slept long but it didn't really work. Signing, I pull the sheets off and turn the light on but then I notice something on the nightstand.

"Is that a book?" I whisper to myself and take the book in my hand. Is that Mateo's? It's a black book with 'El Ricci' in gold written on it. I want to open and read it but this isn't my business...putting the book back, I try to sleep but the book haunt me; I really want to just take it and read...You know what? Fuck it, he's the one who is clumsy enough to forget his book here; he need to know that I'm curious as hell. Rolling over again, I open it and go through every page. The first few ones are empty; well that's sad but when I'm about to close it around page 10 the next one isn't empty...The title is 'The working'

1. : Mateo El Ricci

= Consigliere: Sebastian Lavadzza

2. : Olivia El Ricci & Enzo El Ricci

3. : Celeb EL Ricci

Interesting... the next pages are just some information about how this all work and what everyone is suppose to do and then a photo falls and lands on my lap. It's an old picture because the corners are beginning to fade but I can still make out 3 boy; Sebastian is on the right side, smiling at the camera while he hold an beer can up, next to him in Enzo who's also smiling but his hand are through someone's hair...Mateo...He looks so young on it. His smile is so carefree and even back then he had the looks; no wonder Kath fell in love with him. I turn the picture and look at the date: 28/08/2009. How old where they then? 17? Yeah, something like that. Placing it back, I look further; here and there I see some pictures like when he graduated, went to NY for the first time and a lot of photo with Kath as well. That makes me sad. Fighting the tears, I go further. What is this for book? Is it his diary or something?

Then I come across a page with my dad and uncle on it; what are they doing in here? I stare at the title, 'ProjectPower'. His plan is in here again but what scares me the most is the amount of money my uncle got: 1 billion dollars... turning the page, I find one of the history of the company; I already read that article about The dead of ProjectPower. It mostly talks about my dad's dead...I never knew he was a boss until I broke into Mateo's office; I needed to know everything I could found about it. I never really looked my dad up after his dead, I wanted to forget him to safe my pain and it worked...Well, for the most parts. It wasn't much but I did find some things; like the deals they did and how the company improved so fast, all because of my dad. A tear falls when I see a picture of me, dad and mom, smiling at the camera. It was taking when we went to Australia for the first time, I was 5 at the time but I can still remember our time together...

Skipping most pages I come to one where my face in on. The title says 'Wife'; mostly he talks about who I am and what I did...my blood group is on it and even my past crushes...it looks like he was obsessed with me. A picture of me and him is on the back; it was taking at our wedding. I smiled widely while he stared at the distance, holding my waist. That day started good but ended bad. The next pages are empty and then there is a section at the back named: 'Killed' and 'Dead list' Oh god...Who am I going to find there...