Chapter 3 :Scary Don

''Bella, dear, help me take the don's food to his office. '' My ma tells me, and I instantly started cooking. ''Me?M ama''I ask to be sure while pointing at myself, and she nods her head at me. Milla enters the kitchen with an amused smile on her face, probably enjoying my reaction, and I glare at her. ''Ye,s dea r, now stand up''Ma says while arranging the food on the table. Ylly and I stand up while shaking my head furiously at her. You Ma, you know I am scared of the don''I tell her, and she just rolls her eyes at my words. ''What's there to be scared of? Raff is a total sweetheart''She says with a warm smile on her lips, probably thinking of the stone-faced facedno no-smiling man. 'I bet his logo is No smiling' Ma places the food trolley in front of me, and I begrudgingly start pushing it towards the elevator. After pressing the button for the third floor, where the don's office is, the door is about to close, but a pair of hands stop it. I look up only to see Diego standing there with an apologetic look on his face, and I roll my eyes at his expression. ''Sorry, he sighs, trying to hold my hand, and I swat his aw, ay glaring at him. ''Sorry, I ran away when you bumped into the don earlier''He says again, and I just roll my eyes at him. ''Shut up, Diego, leave me alone''I tell him, irritated. Earlier, when I bumped into the don in the hallway, this scardy cat ran away. The elevator door opens, and I walk towards his office door, my legs trembling slightly in fright. I still can't think of any reason why I am this scared of the man; he has done nothing but help me, but a part of me just feels petrified in his presence. Exhaling, I knock on the door but hear no reply. I knock again and hear a'Come in' in the Don's deep voice. I hear a click, which indicates the door has been unlocked, and I hesitantly put my hands on the knob before opening the door. My feet pad against the wooden, expensive floor of his office, the trolley in front. The man does not raise his head and just continues typing on his laptop a pair of transparent glasses on his face. ''Good evening, ngDonI greet, and his dark eyes soon look up at me. My body trembles at how intense his gaze i. Something is puzzling about his stare, but I just can't put my hand on it. ''I-M-Your food''I stutter and arrange the food on the coffee table in his office. I turn to walk out when I hear his deep voice behind me. ''How was the don asks, and my throat instantly tightens, my eyes growing wide. ''I-it was fine, Don, Angela is doing-"I am cut off by a chuckle from the man, and I instantly stop ranting. His green eyes light up in amusement, which surprises me. ''I am asking about you,u Bella''He tells me, and I nod. ''School is ok, Don I-"I am yet again cut off by the opening of the office door, and the sound of footsteps is heard. ''Raf-oh Bella, my beauty''I hear the voice of Don Marcello, and I turn only to see Don Dantee and Don Eros beside him. They are all friends of the Don and usually come to the house. They are all nice people and also gorgeous and handsome. 'Is that even a word?' DonMarcelloo has a pair of beautiful brown eyes and brown hair, tall, a sharp jawline, and a killer smile. Don Dante has blonde hair and blue eyes, tall, a sharp jaw, and in his face always set in a cocky smirk. Don, Eros, on the other hand, has black hair and a pair of beautiful grey eyes; he is also tall, but he lacks a smile, his face set like that of Don Raffeale's. ''Come here, beauty''Don marcello says and opens his arms. I hug thmusclyly man and also move to hug the others. Don Eros places a kiss on my cheek, but a growl makes him pull away. I look around, confused, only to see the Don glaring ameim. ''My goodness, you get prettier everyday''Don marcellosays, and I giggle at his words. ''Thank you, Don marcello''I tell him, and Dante smirks, turning to look at Don Raffeale. ''Bella, you can the Don suddenly says, his voice gruff. I nod and start walking towards the door, smile on my face, my whimsical-thigh-length dress swinging with every step I take. Thee Don calls out, and I turn to face him, confused. ''Take those bags, give the blue ones to Ma, the others for the Don says in his deep voice that tickles one's ears. I walk towards the band peek-a-boo only to realise they are designer goods. ''Thank you, Don''I tell him and start running out, not before hearing DoMarcellolo whistle while saying. 'Damn, look at that ass. '