Mafia Man and Me

Chapter 26

On the way home, Christafano's phone was buzzing off the hook. People were clearly panicking on the other end but we opted not to answer, choosing instead to listen to the buzzing become more furious, like an angry bee or a five year old child after being told no. Something must've happened, they would never go against my demands unless it was serious. When his ringtone went off for the 15th time, I got sick of it and grabbed it from his pocket before he could stop me and picked it up. "Hello? What the hell do you need?" I angrily spat into the phone, hearing someone's breathing hitch on the other line.

"Gerard? Oh thank fuck you're ok." the voice breathed on the other line, letting out a happy breath. I rolled my eyes, making a face at Christafano, making him let out a quiet giggle. "Yes, I am, now why the hell are you calling? In case you don't remember, I told you not to contact me or Chris unless it was an emergency."

"Well, we caught wind of a plot to hurt you and I panicked I guess?" I could basically see him rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. I rolled my eyes before hanging up abruptly, grabbing Christafano's hand and leading him to my apartment, not noticing the man following us a few blocks back.

I marched into my room, flopping on the bed. "Chris," I whined, "can you please make me some coffee?" I dragged out the vowels. He laughed before walking back out into the kitchen, and I could hear him shuffling around, before there was a heavy thump. I walked out of my room, walking into the kitchen, noticing all the lights were off. "Chris?" I softly called, before a hand reached around from behind and wrapped around my mouth, then everything went black.