"You shouldn't trust me, Ria..."
"You don't know when I could ruin you..."
It wasn't easy for the mafia boss, Leonardo Romano to reach the highly respected position of a Don; the sacrifices made were irreversible. Beneath the facade of his emotionle...
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MARIA
"What do you mean 'you can't make it'? This is one of the most important rehearsals, Maria, everyone is going to be there! I can't get you out of this with Madame Rodriguez teaching! If I have to drag you here, I will - please don't make this hard for me and come!" Iris whined over the phone, her voice full of desperation.
It was early morning, not long until I was supposed to attend Dream which of course had frustrated Iris.
I sighed. Leaving wasn't even an option; there was no way I could leave Amalia at the hospital after what happened. Rehearsals would have to wait.
"You're the manager, Iris!" I hissed quietly, glancing around and hoping no one was listening. I looked out the window, mentally groaning. "I can't come so figure it out for me!"
She whined again like a child and pleaded, "Riaaa! Please, I don't want to be murdered today! That woman is so scary - scarier than you when you don't sleep! Please, please, please get your butt over here! Why can't you just tell me why you can't come?"
I sighed again, gently rubbing my forehead. It had been quite a busy night, I wasn't sure that I had even slept much on that hospital sofa. My back was aching and my muscles were sore - I hadn't done my usual evening stretches and could feel the consequences of it.
"I'm not changing my mind, I can't come to practice today, Iris. I'll catch up later-"
All of a sudden, the phone was snatched from my hand. A little gasp left me as I turned with wide eyes only to see Leonardo, seriously looking at me while saying in a stern tone, "she'll be there within an hour, Iris."
As soon as he swiftly hung up the phone and handed it to me, I glared at him. "Why are you making decisions for me? I am not going-"
"Yes you are," he sharply interrupted, his eyebrows narrowed and a strict look on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows, placing my phone back into my pocket. "Amalia is still-"
