My Mafia

Chapter 11

*Giovanni's POV*

After finally loosing the seven cars that were on our fucking asses, I pull into the sketchiest fucking motel known the mankind. I'm already tired of Aletheas passenger seat driving, but I wasn't willing to let her pull up with her threats that she made if I didn't turn to this gore-tel.

"Why the hell are we here?" I ask as I park my car. Thank God and the Saints above there is not a single scratch on my baby.

She turns her beautifully scarred face towards me. "To rest and make sure those motherfuckers don't follow us to our hom-houses."

Oh that's kinda smart, I think to myself, not saying it out loud. Stefano is the smart one, I'm the good looking, hotter, cooler- I stop my list after Alethea gives me a look. I'm going to choke her out.

We get out of the car and walk over to the haunted looking check-in office place. As I hold the door open for her, we both at the exact same fucking second say, "follow my lead."

The old, decomposing man who sits behind the counter looks at the both of us. I turn and silently tell Alethea to follow my lead. The man gives us an awkward greeting and I reply in an even weirder way.

"Good marrow thy elder," I smile as I grab a mint from a jar which looks like it expired in 1982.

The wrinkled old saltine cracker gives me a death glare and I give him a toothy grin back. What is he gunna do? Run after me? He couldn't catch me if I walked.

"I'm sorry, my husband drank too much wine last night and the effect hasn't worn off at all. Alethea grabs my hand and wraps it around her waist. I gladly play along. I place my head on her shoulder, smelling her sensual perfume. I go in to give her a kiss but she swiftly moves her face away from me. "We'd like a room with two beds, don't want him throwing up on me tonight," she whispers the last half at the man, and pointing at me.

"I'm afraid we only have one room with one queen size bed."

How the fuck does this worn down, haunted, half-collapsed motel have only one room available? I'm not the Virgin Mary. I'll throw hands for a room— next time. I'm not complaining sharing a room with Alethea. Unless she sleep-walks or sleep-sings, I'll walk my ass through the rain and snow back to the Italian mafia mansion.

"Are you sure? Double check." Alethea asks, placing her hand roughly against the counter that's the color of actual shit.

The man pretends to check his papers again. "Yes I'm positive, only one room, one bed. Take it or leave it," he says starting to get annoyed.

"We will take it," I tell him, and he gives Alethea the keys. He even escorts us to our room. He does walk slower than a snail on weed but we get there, eventually.

I open the door and jump in, making sure there are no possible ninja murderers waiting to strike. "Don't make too much noise, the walls are paper thin," the man says breaking the silence.

As I'm about to tell him I'll make her scream as loud as I want her to scream, Alethea closes the door on the man.

"I'm taking the bed," she says.

"Hell no, I have back problems," I say.

She gives me a death glare to which I give her the exact same one back.

Ten minutes of going back and forth, bickering and talking, I give up.

"I'm going to use the bathroom first then," I really don't need to take a shower but I just want to piss her off.

I quickly take a shower, placing two fucking towels in the tub so I don't get fucking genital herpes. Once again, not a doctor, that's Ella. I then grab another towel and wrap it around my waist. I know Alethea will like that. I walk out of the bathroom and find her taking shit out of her bag.

She extends her hand and gives me a crop top and some short booty shorts. "You aren't sleeping naked," her eyes don't go below my face.

I roll my eyes and grab the clothes from her. "Fine with me, you will still have a good look at my ass tonight, my lovely Thea."

The moment I say the nickname, she turns and fucking tackles me to the floor. What is she on? She's got the skills of a quarterback. "Don't call me that," she says on top of me.

"I bet you like being on top don't you? I'm okay with that," I say and look down. My goddamn towel is gone. She follows my eye sight and sees my my disco stick, Willy. I place two fingers under her chin and away from my cazzo.

She lifts herself off of me and walks into the bathroom, not saying a single word. Thea disappears into the bathroom and the shower turns on.

I'm still going to call her Thea in my head. She can't hear what I say in here.

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Authors note
-I can't wait till they bang. Deadass. Alethea is a badass and so is Gio so it's gunna be fun :)
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