Lucky

Chapter 5: Clover

Im sat in the middle of the living room painting my brother, Vinnys nails while my family argue in the kitchen.

"Dont over react grey, we're in the mafia, things like this happen, I'm nearly 100% sure it's just some kind of scare-" I flinch when I hear my dad retaliate to my uncle Elliot.

"DONT OVERREACT? FUCK OFF ELLIOT, SHES NOT YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER, WHAT IF IT WAS EMORY? OR IVY?" There's silence before my uncle speaks again.

"I'd want to protect them"

"Exactly, so don't you fucking dare stand here in my house and tell me not to over react when my daughter is being watched from her fucking bedroom" Vinny gives me a sympathetic look and turns up the volume on the tv.

"Just calm down, There are ways to deal with these situations-" the front door slams shut and heavy footsteps echo through the house as my mums dad, Vincenzo, stops talking.

"What's happened?" Chases calm voice travels into the living room and I listen carefully as my Grandma Allie, explains the problem.

"Is she ok?" I hear him ask and my heart fills with warmth, maybe part of him still cares. Somewhere under all that darkness there might be something slightly more colourful in him after all.

"Yes, she's in the other room with Vinny" my uncle Ollie says and I hear chase approaching us. I look up from vin's nails which look amazing by the way. I should really be a nail tech, i think I'd be good at doing all the pretty designs and I'm good at making conversation-

"Lucky" my eyes shoot to him as he calls me the nickname I haven't heard him say in years, realization flickers in his eyes but he masks it quickly with his usual emotionless expression. I get up and dust off my strawberry print pajama bottoms.

"Do you like my new pants?" I say and point to the little strawberries that are littered across the fluffy material. He hums and I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him. He doesn't hug me back so I decide to respect his decision of being a weirdo non-hugger typa guy and step away.

He scrutinizes me as I stand swaying slightly on my feet and looking over to the tv that's playing SpongeBob. I laugh when Patrick makes one of his silly jokes and I feel chases stare burn a hole in my freaking head.

"No wonder you get fucking stalked, you're not even observant enough to see Vinny changing the Channel while you're watching the fucking tv" he mutters and I turn my head to Vinny who is in fact trying to change the Channel.

I yank the remote from him and scowl.

"So mean" he wipes a fake tear from his eye and mopes of down the hall, probably to the cinema room where Eli is.

I smile Evily as I think of something and I pick up the small bottle of nail polish and wave it around. Chase takes a step back and shakes his head, I walk up to him and before he can go anywhere I grab his arm and drag him over to the couch while he protests.

"Go away clover I don't have time for this shit" i hum quietly to myself as I lift his massive hand and place it on my thigh, his palm rests on my skin and I shiver slightly at the contact, I feel him looking at me but I just start to paint his pinky finger as he huffs and grumbles.

"Hush now chase" I mummer when his grumbles become irritating. He all but pulls my arm off when he wriggles his hand from my grip and i scowl at him real good. I just know he's absolutely terrified right now.

"No" he grits out and begins to stand up, I frown and grab his hand, I haven't finished yet, how rude.

That's what she said-

"Clover stop being so annoying, I have places to go, fuck off will you" his harsh tone makes me drop his hand and let out a shaky breath as I try and control my tears. I nod my head as he walks off and I let a tear fall down my cheek. He didn't have to be so mean about it.

I sit cross legged on the couch for a few minutes and sniff. I hate being a sensitive person, I wish I could be tough and stand up for myself but that's never really been my forte. I furrow my brows when i see chase stop back into the room and I tilt my head in question.

What's got his panties all in a twist?

He watches me as he makes his way over to the glass table in front of where I'm sitting, he grabs the nail polish from the side and chucks it in my lap. I beam at him when he sits down in front of me and places his hand palm down on my thigh again so I can continue.

My uncle Oaks walks through the door and winks at me. You go girl he mouths to me and I shake my head in confusion, it's nice to know someone support my nail painting ability.

I finish off chases nails and his lovely bright pink polish stands out from the dark contrast off his suit. Well half his suit, his tie was taken off half way through and placed on my lap and his jacket got slung on the arm of the couch 10 minutes ago.

My head doesn't reach the top of his chest when he stands to his full height and I look up to him.

"Thank you" I say softly and he picks his tie up from the couch and begins to do it up, his dark hair flopping over his forehead and his brown eyes watching me calculatedly.

"I didn't want half done" he grumbles yet again and a softness flashes in his eyes for a split second but is quickly covered just like earlier when he called me lucky.

My mind wonders off to my stalker and i don't t even realize I'm tearing up until a rough tattooed hand comes down to my face and swipes a tear from my cheek.

"No crying" he demands and I find myself trying to keep my tears at bay from his command.

"But I'm scared" I whisper and he sighs as his hand lingers on my face.

"I'll protect you, I promise" the sentence gives me the most sense of reassurance any has given me today and I don't know why, I watch as he leaves the room after grabbing his jacket and i plop my booty right back on the couch.

Now that nail models gone I'll just have to find my dad.

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