The Mafia Sacrifice

55

Starr Marie

"Where are we?" I call out as Antonio pulls into a driveway of some house. I didn't care that my real reaction to sitting in the car with him showed.

I was to to angry at him to respect him for this mission.

He puts the car in park, "It's someone I know." He take his seat belt off as I follow him doing the same.

"And that helps how?" I question him.

He turns his body towards me,"Okay. I know your mad at me, but sarcasm won't help either of us," He points out.

"Okay and being a dumb ass wouldn't work in our favor either," I roll my eyes. "Just tell me where we are and perhaps I'll put my sarcasm aside," He takes a deep breath, just before getting out the car. I get out following him waiting for an answer of some sort.

"Why don't you be a little spy and figure it out," He yells.

I instantly stop. The word 'spy' falls off his lips a little to strong. "What?"

He turns around, as I have my arms folded to fit a 'angry girlfriend' description, and not a little spy whose been discovered.

"Just come and see okay," He replies. "Why are you still so upset?"

My stomach feels less tense, as I realize that I may be overthinking his comment. I groan, walking behind him slowly. I spectate my surroundings as he walks up the stairs.

There was a maroon car, which had the Nissan logo on it. I read the tag number as— TFAMILY. I note the tag number and car description in my head, so I could refer it back to Grayson, and he refers it back to Damon and my dad.

I then glance at the home.

It was an old, white home, with a small yard. The grass was oddly, freshly cut. Seeing that the home wasn't as luxurious, I could tell that it was closely being taken care of. There was trimmed bushes, that stretched around the home, and flowers in a small garden.

The home was beautifully taken care of, and seeing that, it only made me wonder who really lived here.

Being so focused on the tamed home, I failed to realize that the door opened as I stand at the bottom of the stairs.

The person who opened the door was a older lady. Which makes completely sense, by the beautiful garden and well presented home.

"Tonio," The lady shrieks in happiness. "I didn't know you'll be home so soon." She brings him into an comforting hug, placing one hand on his head. "You rarely see the woman who pushed you out of her gigi," She laughs.

"Ma, don't act like I never come to see you," He says in a calm reserved tone, where as my eyes shoot open to the fact that it's his alleged mother.

Feeling left out and entirely confused, I loosely clear my throat, with my hands behind my back, as if this was a situation where I meet his parents.

And in a weird way, it was.

Their long hug suddenly came to an end and her attention drifts to me. "Ahhh Tonio, this is a first," She states gesturing her hands towards me. "What's your name mama?"

Before I answered, I found myself realizing she had more of a spanish accent. I knew Antonio wasn't born from a Russian family because he was adopted, but it never occurred to me that he descended from a hispanic family.

"I'm Starr," I say awkwardly. Because not only was I meeting my ex—that I don't exactly like—mother, but I was meeting his mother for the first time, after two years of our relationship.