Chapter 13: Chapter 13
~ Sophie's POV ~
I nervously got out of the car after Thiago parked outside the huge house. When I say huge, I mean huger than huge. It was massive.
Thiago handed me my crutches and I hobbled towards the door next to Thiago who had slowed his pace to walk next to me. I slowed down as we approached the door causing him to look at me, I was already staring at the cast on my ankle going over the bottom of my black leggings. I was also wearing the blue distressed Givenchy sweatshirt that Thiago got me.
"My crutches.." Thiago gave me a questioning look. "They're embarrassing Thiago. I don't want to go to the house of the richest people in Sicily on crutches." Thiago stepped towards me and gave me a reassuring smile.
"You're beautiful Sophie. Your crutches don't mean shit, they're nothing to be embarrassed about. My dad, Carlotta and I have been on crutches too, you're not the only one. Trust me Sophie, and I'll be there to help you if you need anything. Just ask me, you don't need to ask anyone else." I nodded as he kissed my cheek and continued towards the door. He knocked on the door before wrapping his arm around my waist to support me so that so that I wouldn't get tired whilst we stood and waited. The little things he did like that made my heart warm.
My relationship with Thiago was a little better than it had been over the last few weeks. We still bicker, we wouldn't be us if we didn't, but we're a lot more civil. I know it may seem like I only started speaking to him again because he got me clothes but that's really not the reason.
After Matteo attacked me I just went into a state of depression, I didn't want to go outside, I didn't want to walk around the house - partly because of my ankle but also because I just had no energy and no desire in me to do anything. For those few weeks everything seemed so pointless. I hated having to rely on Thiago and I hated struggling to do things alone.
I did take out my frustration and anger on Thiago which I will apologise to him about because it wasn't fair, but I was still partly annoyed about what happened in Bangkok too, I wasn't about to get over what he did that quickly even if he begged for forgiveness and helped me through my injuries. I wasn't a push over.
The door opened revealing Thiago's mom, Paola. She hadn't changed much since the wedding, she was still dressed as glamorous as she was on my wedding day, which is probably normal for her. Her brown hair was a little shorter than before, just below her shoulders, apart from that she looked the same, just as nice and welcoming. Her eyes landed on Thiago and she smiled, soon her smile faltered and worry over took her features when she noticed the crutches.
"Oh my sweetheart, what happened to you? Come on, come inside and rest." She moved aside so that I could go inside and Thiago followed behind me. "Thiago help her into the living room, I'll just call your father." Before Thiago could respond Paola had gone off down the hall, her heels clicking against the floor as she went off in search of Thiago's dad."Hurry up Sophie, if she gets back and you're not sitting down she's gonna kill me." I couldn't help but chuckle at Thiago's anxious expression. "Don't laugh it's not a joke." He opened the door for me as we slowly made our way into the huge lavish living room. The room was decorated in an Italian style, gold was the main colour theme running through the room.
Thiago helped me towards one of the expensive looking couches and took my crutches as I sat down. He pushed the footstool towards me so that I could rest my leg on it even though I insisted it wasn't necessary. "It's not necessary for you but it will be for her. Just don't argue and try not to feel to overwhelmed by her kindness, because you need to get used to it. She'll be like this every time you see her."
Before I could respond Thiago's mom came back followed by a tall older man who was the spitting image of Thiago. I instantly recognised him from the wedding but I just never got a chance to speak to him since the day was so hectic.
Thiago stood up and went over to his father, they spoke in Italian as the two hugged. I knew Thiago loved and respected his father immensely, they were very close probably because Thiago took over his father's position as head of the Italian mafia. Eventually he went over to his mom and gave her a hug too since he didn't when she opened the door.
I awkwardly looked around the room, admiring the furniture whilst trying to give them some space. I didn't want to just sit there and stare at them hugging, but I didn't really know what else to do.
"Sophie. It's nice to finally meet you." I looked at Thiago's dad as he came over to me where I was sitting, concern written all over his face as he took in the cast on my elevated ankle. He kissed my forehead since I was sitting down and gave me a smile which resembled Thiago's completely.
"How are you my dear? I hope you're not in too much pain, you really didn't have to come." I shook my head and smiled. "No I'm okay honestly, there was no way we were missing it."
"I hope Thiago has been looking after you properly." I glanced over at Thiago who had taken the seat next to me on the couch, his parents sat opposite us. "He has. He's been amazing." It was true, he did almost everything for me without complaining much. He did complain a lot but just not as much as I thought he would have.
"That's good. How did it happen?" I looked over at Thiago's mom and nervously looked towards Thiago for help. I wasn't sure who knew about what happened or how much he wanted people to know. "Mom.." Thiago shook his head slightly and his parents seemed to get the hint since they changed the conversation.
"How was your honeymoon?" I resisted the urge to groan as yet another sensitive subject was brought up by Thiago's mom. This time I decided to speak so that they didn't think we were keeping everything a secret from them.
"It was really good, we managed to do a lot like sight seeing, shopping and water activities.." My sentence trailed off when I heard Thiago chuckle, it was probably his dirty thoughts again. He noticed all three of us were looking at him and he cleared his throat. "Sorry." I rolled my eyes and turned my focus back towards Thiago's parents. Before I could speak the door to the living room opened and Mia walked in, her long blonde hair pin straight and she was wearing a loose yellow summer dress.
"Sophie!" I jumped at the sound of her loud voice as she excitedly came over to me. "Hi Mia." She stood next to me and frowned, taking in the cast on my ankle. "What did you do to her?" Mia turned to Thiago with a glare.
"Why the hell would I break her ankle? I'm the one that's been looking after her idiot." Mia smiled sheepishly and turned back towards me. "Well how are you Sophie?"
"Im good thank you." Seconds later the door opened and Carlotta walked in, she looked gorgeous as usual, her brown hair was up in a bun and she wore a bodycon dress showing off her perfect figure.
Her eyes passed me as she stepped towards Thiago who had stood up. "Carlotta."
"Thiago." They stared at each other, neither of them looking happy to see the other. "You've met Sophie haven't you?" Thiago gave her subtle smirk knowing she purposely ignored me when she walked in. Carlotta turned to me with a look of disgust on her face.
"Of course, your wife.." Her strong Italian accent easily showed just how she felt about me when she spoke. I gave her a forced smile as she turned back towards Thiago.
"Matteo just told me what you did." I frowned as the two glared at each other, Thiago's jaw was clenched whilst he angrily stared at his sister.
"Is he here?" His voice came out cold and Thiago looked like he was trying his best to keep his temper under control, by the looks of it he wasn't doing very well.
"Of course I am, it is my dad's birthday after all." I froze at the sound of his voice, I refused to look in the direction where his voice came from. Thiago tensed up at the sound of his brothers voice just as Carlotta smirked the same evil smirk I saw on Matteo's face a month ago, the same smirk which keeps coming back to me in my nightmares...