Chapter 30

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Anastasia's pov:

Uh oh.

That look.

I know that look.

I and Brett once broke dad's glass and that look was enoughto punish us.

He walked through the doors.

THIS IS IT.

THIS IS HOW IM GOING TO DIE.

NOT IN A MAFIA WAR, BUT THROUGH HIS DEATH STARE.

LORD, IM COMING HOME.

"Heyy Dad." I say cheerily, he gave me the look which said, 'How dare you take your hey dad and shove it up your ass' and I drowned the fake smile.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" He asked me. It was this very moment I started to wonder if virgins could get pregnant. Well, I didn't fail a test, I did everything he's asked me to, I don't have a boy- oh no, he knows about Mason.

"Not that I can think of." I say, at this point I am going to do what I do best, goof around.

"Want to tell me who Mason is?" Oh that Mason, the one who one ghosts me during the day but at night, makes it up for night.

"Just a friend." I say biting my lip, trying to cover up the smile.

"Doesn't seem like a friend, when he comes by your window at night." How does he know about this? Duh, Skyler.

"I'm sorry dad, I don't know what you want to hear." I say.

"You know that he is a rival mafia, anyone who isn't Nina or Skyler's family, is a rival mafia, he is just going to mess with you, and he'll leave you." He says.

"You don't even know him, ever since you've told me about this mafia thing, all I hear is don't talk to this one and don't look at that one, I thought you said you wouldn't control my dating life, well news flash, you are." I bursted in tears as I said it and ran to my room, like every dramatic Indian movie, just needed some music. And locked the door behind me. And I cried myself to sleep.

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