Dinner with the Mafia ✔

Chapter 13

"Stop chattering and close the damn door before it escapes!" Dario listened to me and walked to his room with me still in his arms. If the situation were different, I would not even get close to touching his shoulder, and I was sure he knew it too. He is unbearably annoying and infuriating.

As soon as he stepped into the room, I jumped from his grip and slammed the door shut. "Now, call someone to come get this freaking mouse out and check the house to see if it has family members lurking around the corners; otherwise, I will go and sleep in a hotel."

"Haven't you realized that you have been giving me orders since I met you? I am a mafia don, in case you forgot, and I can get rid of you with the snap of my finger," he declared angrily as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door.

I rolled my eyes and sat on a chair near the window with my legs on it. "You won't do that because you need me to get into the legal business field. And don't tell me that dad would replace me if you asked. Dad cherishes my opinions, not yours, and I can simply end your chances with our company with a single word. So yes, I am ordering you around. Now make the call so I can get out of your boring room as soon as possible." I looked around and had to admit that it was bigger than my room back in New York, but it did not have any sign of life or warmth. He needed to stay home more often and add to its liveliness.

"Dammi pazienza! I will call someone, so stay put. I will be right back," Dario said and opened the door, ready to leave.

"Bring me my bag when you come back. I must prepare for the branch, and my laptop is in the bag."

"You can use mine."

I shook my head. "No, you don't have the necessary tools and platforms for it. Now go."

I have to admit, bossing a mafia boss around is pretty entertaining.

"Puttana," he muttered, and I grabbed his pillow and threw it at his face. "You catch on quickly." He smirked, and I replied with a much more powerful curse. His eyes widened, and I laughed.

"Want to hear more?"

"No, now don't move from the bed."

"Don't tell me what to do," I replied.

"It gets annoying, doesn't it?" He remarked with a grin and closed his door.

"For how long do I have to endure him?"

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After an hour, Dario finally came back with my bag and snacks. "Someone is out there taking care of everything, and he will check my room once he finishes with the house."

"Great, now let me start creating the branch's plan," I said, and he sat on his bed with a phone in his hand.

"You do you, and I will take care of my matters here. Let's work in silence, shall we?" Dario asked. I nodded and started working. Not a minute later, I heard a shriek from across the hall.

"What was that?" I asked as I held my laptop tighter.

Dario did not seem phased as he continued typing on his phone. "That's my friend, Lazlo. He is taking care of the mouse."

"Oh."

I heard a bang from the other side, and I got worried. "Dario, figlio di puttana, bastardo, stronzo! Non è un topo, è un dannato ratto!" Lazlo yelled, and I only understood three words. I was sure the rest were not holy prayers either.

"Ratto? As in rat? That was a rat? No wonder it was so big and ugly," I said.

Dario nodded, grinning widely at his friend's struggle. "Lazlo, when you finish, come to my room. My guest would like to see the man behind the girly scream."