I MARRIED A GANGSTER: [2018 EDITION]

Seven

I wasn't one hundred percent sure what Francesco would have in store for me once I made my way down stairs. I was hoping it was a flight back to LA, but I was highly doubtful of that.

Even while skeptical, I managed to follow his orders and dress up. I wore tight-fitting jeans with a cut-off tank top and white pointed-toe shoes. I wasn't sure how dressed up I was supposed to be but when I saw him he was wearing jeans and a button-up, so it couldn't be too dressy.

I didn't have time to tame my curls, so I left them out and free and added a headband to keep them out of my face.

I wasn't in the mood for full face make-up, so I just put on nude lipstick and eyeliner. That would have to be good enough.

Whatever Francesco was planning had better be interesting for the both of us because I couldn't see myself sitting next to him in a car for more than five minutes without strangling him to death.

When I descended the stairs, I was shocked to see Francesco standing at the bottom of them waiting for me. His back was towards me and he was gazing at the front door.

"Well," I said, urging him to get on with it.

Francesco turned around and looked me up and down slowly, "You look stunning."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. DeLuca," I said, smiling.

"That I believe, but I think letting you see my hometown at night would."Francesco countered.

"Hey, "I sigh, "Look I am so sorry about what happened. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. You are way better than I could hope for. Things could be a lot worst and I needed to realize that. So, I am sorry."

Francesco nods his head, "I get it. I had to look at things from your perspective and when I did, I understood. We can move past that."

I sigh in relief knowing that I was no longer on a tightrope with this man.

"What is so special about it?" I asked.

"You will see." Francesco winked.

Francesco led me out of the house and into a black BMW that waited in the cobble-stone driveway. He even opened my door for me and closed it behind me.

I saw him jog over to a black SUV and talk to whoever was inside. I waited for him to return to the car and when he finally did, he slid into the driver seat and started the engine.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"They're my home security," Francesco replied while pulling off.

I watched the men behind us climb out of the SUV with large guns in their hands as they walked up the steps toward the house. There were four of them and I doubted that any of them had the proper requirements that would make them record security guards.

"You must be very important to have that many men with guns guard your home," I said.

Francescosmirked, "You don't know half of it."

I smirk and lean back in the seat. I couldn't find it in myself to still be pissed at Francesco. I was beginning to realize that he was more than likely not aware of his wrongdoings.

He was a dangerous man who dealt with dangerous things and he had to be extremely manipulative to get what he wanted. He probably thought what he did back at the house was a better alternative.

I couldn't even blame him for that.

Francesco was a man who had his way of doing things, he wasn't your average Joe. I wanted to understand how he worked.