The Italian mafia was made out of the four families. Surnames Moretti, Valentinti, Vinci, and De'Luca.
Twenty two year old Niccolò Vinci is next in line to be The Don of the four families. He is every bit of savage, vicious, and remorseless. There w...
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Chapter Seven - "Child Lock"
Chapter Seven Theme Song: East of Eden - Zella Day
Basira St'Clair | First POV Location: Paris, France
The car ride was deadly silent; except for the sound of a lighter flicking on and off. The annoying sound of the metal clicking together was about to drive me crazy and I wasn't too far from falling off the deep end.
I shuddered at how my night had been going.
After seen a man get shot and die right in front of me; having specs of his red blood splatter still stuck on to my skin made we want to puke. My nails dug into my thighs as I tried to keep myself calm.
Honestly I didn't know where the guy 'Otello' was driving us too; My eyes were focused on the different buildings that the car drove passed. I no doubt needed to be getting dropped of at the nearest Asylum.
I was reaching my break point!
*Click*
That's it! My head flicked towards Nico as I watched him click the lighter again. He attentively watched the yellow/large flame come out for just a second before he clicked it closed and repeated the action once again.
"Your a pyromaniac" I found myself muttering to him before turning my head back towards the window.
The sound of the lighter had finally stopped clicking. THANK YOU!
"A pyromaniac? I never heard of it" He replied back in confusion.
"Google it! I'm sure you'll find some characteristics that fit your own psychotic ones" I said harshly.
The car abruptly filled with Nico laugh. Which had me flickering my head back over to him. His lips were parted into a little smile as his straight white teeth were showing. He actually looked cute; had a nice smile. The laugh he bursted into sounded completely foreign coming from a man like him.
"She is funny, no?" He asked out loud with a smile still on his face as he looked at me.
"Yes very" The driver Otello agrees looking from the rear view at the two of us; I only glared at him.
"A comedian is she not?" Jaxon added; which made me childishly kick the back of his seat
"You think I'm psychotic sweetheart? It warms my heart" Nico said in a amused tone.
I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic with me or if he really took my words as a actual compliment.
"Among other things" I tell him holding his stare.
