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Rosario Costella is not only the most feared mob-boss in New York, but the slyest. He is in ultimate control all of the time and disapproves of anyone who goes against his morals. When he thinks he will get the item that will...
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We walked into a dark room in the back of what looked like a casino. I wasn't exactly sure what it was and why it was in the middle of a fancy venue but I guess these men had their priorities. The same priorities my father put over us, the reason why we were broke in the first place. But to my surprise, I didn't feel any emotion towards the subject. I think I was just so numb from everything that had happened, I didn't have the energy to feel it. Normally when I was around gambling, I'd be thrown into a whirlpool of flashbacks. Ones that I really dreaded to remember.
Once we made it into the room, the door was shut by a man who stood in the corner of the room. They really paid someone to shut a door for them. I mean shit, I would take the job too. But I'm not sure if I'd want to be a part of anything going on in this house. Just the way it smelt in here and the heavy vibes that roamed; I think I'd actually pass on the offer.
"Maybe you should go take a seat outside?" The man said to me, then looked at Rosario for conformation. Immediately, I began to feel nervous and my hand gripped the material of his suit harder. I already didn't want to be here, but being alone out there with the hungry eyes of egotistical men that think they can have whatever they want was a different story. And in that moment I realized how much trust I put in Rosario, how much I let myself feel comfortable and safe around him in a dangerously short span of time. In the situation I was in, I was okay with it, for now. But the second he took me back to his house instead of my own would show me that I still couldn't trust him- that I shouldn't trust him. Until then, though, I would allow myself to hide under his protection.
"She doesn't have to wait out there. Let's just get this process over with," Rosario said with unamusement. I loosened my grip then.
"You really have been great, haven't you." He splayed a wide, teethy grin as his eyes assessed both me and Rosario.
"I wish I could say I have. This was actually my brother's closest friend. I promised her an entertaining evening." I looked him out of the corner of my eye, wondering what he was playing at and why he lied.
"That is a very easy promise to fulfil," the man responded slyly.
My main question was what does was mean? I decided to not play investigator but try and prove our case. I held my hand out, doing my best to mask the fear that I knew was apparent. But I just had to let it go. I had to accept that this is where I was in my life right now, and if I wanted to be anywhere else in the future, I needed to play the part to survive this hell. A small smile made its way onto my face, my tone smooth as I said, "Evelina."
