Mafia Love

Chapter 9

I've been at my seantuismitheoirí for three days now, and I'm going home now. I've taken my time to think and clear my mind. I haven't talked with dad or Gio since I arrived, other than the text to let them know I arrived. When I came here, I told my seantuismitheoirí that I wanted to spend some time with them, which is true, but, well you know. 

"Do you have everything, Hunter?" móraí asks as I place my bags by the front door. 

"Yup," I grin at him while pulling my shoes on with my left hand. "Thanks for letting me stay here."

"Never a problem," he grins back before giving me a hug goodbye. "Did you figure out whatever it was that you needed too?" 

"What do you mean, móraí?" I ask pulling away to look at him in confusion. 

"Hunter, I know about the Italian mafia killing your mother," he says much to my horror.

"How do you know?" I ask completely scared of his knowledge of this, and what his answer will be. 

"I know Alanzo Rossi, your friend Giovanni's father," he grins. "That's all I'm going to say about this for the time being, so don't ask."

"But," I start but when móraí places his hand on my shoulder, I stop speaking.

"I understand you are hurt, angry, and confused, Hunter, but they did this for your protection, and well being," he gently replies. "Don't be too hard on your da and Giovanni, alright?" 

Smiling softly at him, I nod; "Okay móraí. I love you, and a sheanmháthair."

"Love you, too, Hunter," he returns with a fond smile. 

Exiting the house with my bags, I take the bus home, and when I enter the apartment, I find dad, Giovanni, Lorenzo, Matteo, and Salvatore in the living room. 

Ugh, so much for talking to dad and Gio privately and separately. 

"Hey, take care of your stuff, and then come back so we can talk," dad says once I've toed off my shoes by the front door. 

"Sure," I mutter walking toward my room. 

After ten minutes of stalling, I finally head back out to the living room. Sitting down on the floor near the kitchen, I lean my back against the wall, and pull my knees up to rest my arms across my knees. 

"Look, I get this was done to protect me, but my problem is I wasn't asked what I wanted done. I should have had a right to voice my opinion if she lived, died or something else," I mutter, not looking anywhere else but my cast. 

"I'm sorry for not taking your opinion into this matter, Hunter," Giovanni sincerely says in a soft voice. "I'm not sorry for what I did to her, though."

 Bringing my teary gaze up to his, and I brokenly ask; "How can you be okay with taking someone's life, someone who didn't do anything to you?"

"I did it for someone who I am developing deep feelings for, Hunter," he gently replies, standing from his spot on the couch to squat in front of me. "I cannot nor will not sit by and do nothing, I had to ensure you are never hurt again by her. Please stop being angry with me?" 

"I'm not angry, it's just that I'm hurt," I sniffle while fighting back tears. "I'm not worth you going to jail or prison."

"You are worth that, and a whole lot more," he murmurs gently wiping away the tears that have fallen with his thumbs. "Hunter, you are worth more than you realize."

"But won't her disappearance be looked into, or when her body is found? Aren't you worried you will be charged and sent to prison?" I ask around the huge lump of emotion that has formed in my throat. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you because of me." 

"Baby, you need to listen to me carefully, okay?" he says, and I blush  a light pink color at him calling me 'baby'. "My family and I know what we are doing, so you don't need to worry."

Pouting at him, I murmur;"But I'm going to worry, Gio. I really, really like you more than a friend, so I can't help it."

Gio instantly grins at me with a wink; "That's fantastic to know, baby boy. I really like you, too, and more than as a friend. Is that why you got so angry with what I did?" 

"I guess, I dunno," I mumble, shrugging my shoulders at him as I stare into his beautiful eyes. "

"Come here, baby boy," he softly says as he pulls me to my feet, being mindful of my cast. 

He takes my left hand in his right hand to lead me over to the couch where he was sitting, and pulls me onto his lap. I'm sitting sideways on his lap, and that's when it hits me that everyone heard us. Burying my hot face into his neck, he lowly chuckles while he rubs his left hand up and down my arm in comfort. 

"Don't be embarrassed, baby. I'm glad you told me how you feel about me," Gio lowly chuckles, but this causes my blush to dark. 

"Does this mean you won't ever want to be my fuck buddy?" Matteo pouts sadly at me.

Gio instantly replies in a deep, growl; "He will never be that with you."

Snapping my head out to look at him, I growl; "Fuck you, Matteo!"

"Hunter Nirvana Styles!" dad scolds, making me pout at his use of my full government name for swearing at Matteo.

"Your middle name is Nirvana?" all four guys ask shocked. 

"Yes, dad's favorite band is Nirvana," I groan, pushing my dark red flushed face back into the crook of Giovanni's neck. 

"There's nothing wrong with that as your middle name, Hunt," dad sasses, sounding offended, not that he really is. 

"Oh, baby, my mama wants you and your dad to come to dinner tomorrow night," Gio says with a smirk. 

"We'll be there, Giovanni," dad promises for us. "Just say what time, and give Hunter the directions."