Good Luck Girl (Mafia Novel) on hold

Chapter twenty

"Sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives put us directly on the path to the best things that will ever happen to us."

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"Down here, good, now take a left." Damiano guides me to the clean hallways of the mansion as Callister is calling most of their men. A bit over excessive if you ask me, but there is no way in hell that I'm going to change their mind.

I will look for an escape though. Whereas I first thought I would never want to see Dante again, now I kind of do. Even with the cheating, I still want to know if he's doing okay.

"I seriously doubt that this is necessary, Damy." A grunt is heard from in front of me. "Out of all the nicknames that you could choose, you chose Damy?" A frown sets on my face, I thought it was kind of cute.

"And before you say that it's cute, I'm a man, I don't do cute." He makes a cringing face at the word cute like it's some contagious disease or anything. Cute.

He places his hand on my back and steers me to a stairway. My eyes find his and look at him questionably. "You really want me to go in the basement?" He can't be serious about hiding me there. I thought they were kidding when they mentioned it.

There is no way I will go sit in someones creepy old mafia basement. There's probably dead bodies laying around like it's a game of who collects the most. A shiver runs down my spine by the thought of all those poor, tortured people.

"Yes, it's the only place safe for you. It's completely renovated to a safe room, so you have everything you'll need there." Damy nudges me forward but my body stays still. "I really like talking to you but we're kind of in a rush because of your psychotic ex-boyfriend. So hurry along, will you?"

I nod my head and walk downstairs. "Sorry, I just thought your basement would be, well, you know..." Voluminous chuckles come from behind. "What? Like a torture chamber you mean? We're in the mafia, not some cringe club of cliché murderers. Originality still counts around here."

Originality? How can he talk so casually as if he isn't taking people's life. "Disgusting," I mutter. We reach the last step of the stairs and walk into a beautiful open space. It looks more like a man cave slash club than a safe room to be honest. Not that it makes me complain.

I turn to Damy and smile, "it looks nice, it's like a game hall or a club." The red neon lights shade his face, making him look devilishly handsome. "Thanks, I spend a fair amount of time on it. I like that it can function as a game room and safe room at the same time."

Nodding my head while looking around, I spot a few details that make me almost exited to stay here. A few bean chairs scattered around, neon signs on the wall that say some things in Italian, painted dots on the wall. It sort of has that early 2000's look. It makes me think of that place in 'Victorious', where they would eat sometimes and had that karaoke battle.

The muscled man gives me a pointed look and speaks, "remember, you stay in here. No matter what you hear, remain quiet and don't open the door for anyone but Cal or me." I nod my head quietly. The seriousness of the situation is really setting in and to be honest, I'm pretty scared. What if Dante does hurt them or the other way around?

"I need words here, Amara." I clear my throat. "Y-Yes, of course. I will stay down here," I promise. "Good. Now, I gotta go but I'll come and get you as soon as it's safe." And with one last ruffle through my hair, he turns around and walks out of the room. It's funny, I never had a problem with being on my own but right now, I would have nothing rather than someone here to comfort me. I sigh, this is going to be one long day.