Bianca's new life

The Italian Mafia!? (Thirty-eight)

Bianca Pov

We were coming in from our day of education, (wow Bianca, what a long winded way to say school and college), Dad was cooking something, (probably dinner), Ro went over to the seats in kitchen, (probably to annoy Dad here), and it weirdly made sense for Ro to do this, (no matter how much Ro wants everyone to think otherwise).

"What's for dinner Dad?"
"Food"
"Wow, so descriptive"
"You asked Ro"
"(Blow's raspberry's)"
"Real mature Buba"
"I learned that from you though Dad"
"(Snorts), you probably did to be fair Darling"

Dad went back to cooking dinner and Ro continued to chat to him about life and other shit here Babes, (conversations are not something I can remember well, especially if I'm not actually talking in them here, ya know Babes), and honestly it was just nice to be around though.

The house phone then rang, (which was odd as not many people ever rang it), so Mykie ran to the phone, (as you do I guess), but she didn't answer it, (though I wouldn't either if I was Mykie here), instead she shouted across the flat and asked Dad about the phone, (I'm making this seem like a 'Mum Mum Mum' but with Dad moment when that's not the case).

"Dad!, do you want the phone?!"
"Check who's calling first Mykie!"
"It's Aunt Rebecca!"
"Alright!, pass me the phone!, shit!"

So the house phone gets passed to Dad and he answers it while turning the off dinner here, (as ya do), (though I'm really shit at describing domestic and homey shit apparently), but it didn't sound like it was for a good catch up, though it did actually happen quite often, (though it was not one her call days, yes she had days in which she'd call Dad), but in all honesty, it actually sounded pretty serious from Dad's reaction to it, (he's not a reactionary person so it throws me off when he does reaction to stuff, ya know Babes).

"Hi- woah!, what's going on?, yeah we're alright Aunt Rebecca- no nobody that we don't know has come up to the flat, what!, the Italian Mafia found you!"

Shit, that was not sounding too good, (though nothing involving the Italian mafia was ever really good), at this point everyone was panicking, (well no shit Bianca), because ya know, it's the fucking Italian mafia here, of course we were fucking panicking, though it was not the family's first time dealing with them, (as we all knew because of Ro explaining the name rule), (so yeah, it was pretty serious).

"Fuck, are you ok?, well yeah you would be shaken up afterwards, was Levi there?, ok, did you call the police?, yeah that would be hard to explain to them, that too, do you need anything?, ok, yeah will I do, the same goes to you too though, ok bye, bye"

Dad then hung up the phone, he looked really worried, (well no shit Bianca, of course he was worried here), but then as much as Dad wanted to deny it, he did think of Aunt Rebecca as his Mum here, so of course he was worried about her, (I would be worried too if it was me hearing this happened to him and Papa), she is also the only person that could get away with telling him off about not looking after himself, (I have witnessed this in person and she's scary when she wants to be).

Yeah it didn't sound too safe, (I mean no shit Bianca), but there wasn't anything else that we could've done from London, (as Aunt Rebecca lives in Manchester), so honestly we were just there stewing like a soup waiting to boil.

Everyone that knew what was going on was a bit scared about what would happen next, because ya know, they're the fucking Italian mafia and they're not predictable nor do they play nice, (though I guess no mafia really plays nice, but you know what I mean).

Nobody really talked after that phone conversation Dad had with Aunt Rebecca, as we were just stewing up with worry, (not that this was healthy or helpful, but there wasn't anything else that we could do, other than maybe call the cops but they couldn't have done anything here), we didn't even talk about what happened at school, (or college in my case), like it was just completely silent.

So I made myself at least somewhat useful and made us all a cup of tea, (there's just something about a cuppa that feels like it helps even though it probably doesn't), as we could actually have used it here, (I don't know what it is about tea that just seems to actually help with problems here, it just helped quite a bit).

Dad was still pacing up and down the flat, (he does this all the time when he's worried), (yeah, dinner was quite burnt so it was decided that we were getting Chinese instead Babes), but I think that was just to try burn off the worry for him, (not that it works that way but one could only try here), so when I gave him his tea, he actually seemed surprised about it.

"Oh, thank you Sweetheart, you didn't have to"
"I didn't do it out of necessity Dad, I just wanted one so I made everyone a cuppa"
"(Kisses forehead), You're a good girl Darling, in case you didn't know that"
"But 'm just neutral, I've punched too many arseholes to be considered a good girl"
"Rowan tried that same argument with me before and it didn't work on me, so I'd just save yourself the time Darling"
"Ok then, can I have a hug instead then"
"Yeah Baby, come here"

So we hugged, and it was warm, and comfortable, and generally just cosy, (there's just something about a hug though, ya know), which is what you would want a hug to be, it was also nice to just be held for a while, even if everyone was worried about the shit with the Italian mafia was going to get worse, it didn't matter too much right at that moment as it was just a Dad and his daughter having a hug, (and being worried).

"We'll be ok, right?"
"Yeah Baby, we'll be ok, we're all just a bit shaken up is all"
"Ok"
"Come on, standing here probably isn't comfortable for you"
"Meh, you're very comfy"
"Well I'll be comfier for you on the couch"
"Ok"

So we went and sat on the couch with our cups of tea, we still didn't talk and the silence was deafening, I don't do very well with silence but I also didn't want to shatter the silence when it wouldn't help, I'm also not good at breaking serious silence here, ok.