Son of the Mafia

Son of the Mafia ~T H R E E~

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Usually I don’t do these at the beginning, but you should know, that the beginning you guys have already read, but I added more onto the end. I know it’s not long, especially considering how long it’s been since I uploaded, but I think I’m starting to get my creative flow back. A little at a time right?

Anyways, enjoy(:

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Son of the Mafia

P A R T T H R E E

Commandment Number 2; Never look at the wives of friends.

            The janitors closet was small, I could feel the handle, of what I was guessing to be a mop or broom, digging into my back as the unknown person continued to hold on to my waist.

            I sucked in a breath, ready to scream hoping that someone would hear me. Who knew who this person was? I could be some axe murderer that is taking kids from my school hostage. But before I could let the scream out, a hand clamped over my mouth.

            “Shh, don’t scream. It’s only me.” I heard an Italian accent speak. I suddenly knew who it was, yet it did not really surprise me that he would be the one to pull me into a closet. I attempted to yell at him for dragging me in here, now making me late for class, but his hand muffled the noise, “If I remove my hand, will you be quiet?” His voice had something scary in. Almost lethal, and for a second I almost was not sure if I was safe here with him.

            I brushed that thought off quickly. It is not like he spends his spare time murdering people or anything. So, I nodded against his hand that was still pressed firmly against my mouth.

            “Good.” He responded, and I could only imagine the smirk on his face.

            Once his hand was removed, I reached around him to flip the light switch. Once light illuminated the small room, I was positive that it was Adamo standing here with me. “What was that for? Now I’m late!” I whisper yelled at him.

            “Shhh. I only wanted to talk to you.” He spoke looking down at me. I was used to most guys being taller than me, but man, he was at least eight inches taller than me.

            “Fine, talk away. But make it fast.” I rolled my eyes.

“Aw come on, don’t be like that.” He put a hand over his heart and feigned hurt.

“You’re wasting time, hurry up if you wanted to talk.” I simply replied, knowing I had not really hurt his feelings.

“Okay, okay. I just overheard that blockhead ask you to some party. And now I’m wondering how I’m supposed to get you to like me if you’re going out with another guy. I mean, sure, it makes it more fun. But at the same time, you don’t seem like that kind of girl if you know what I mean.” He finished with a wink.

“Seriously? That’s what this is about?” I paused, and he just simply nodded in response, so I continued, “Alright, fine. You don’t know me and I don’t know you, so I don’t see what the problem is.”

I was about to turn around and leave when he stepped forward and pressed his body up against mine, pushing my back against the wall, “We could get to know each other.” It was clear, the double meaning behind his words.

I quickly pushed him back, though I’m sure if he really wanted to – or rather did not want to – I would not be able to make him budge. He just chuckled as I opened the closet door and walked out without a look behind me.

I had never met someone like him. He was a total jerk and infuriated me, but at the same time, there was something about him that made me curious. Something that made me want to know more.