My Mafia

Chapter 15

*Giovanni's POV*

"Serbian Mafia."

Her words repeat in my head, over and over. As the words loop in my head, Nonna, Eliza and Don Alessandro pop into my head. The wedding and the bloodshed stains my brain. Everything becomes red and my hands tighten and turn into fists. My breathing slows and my body can't move.

The girl that I've thought about for nights, fantasised even. The girl that I helped commit a crime, is part of the Mafia who killed the most influential people in my life.

"Stop the fucking car," I push through my teeth, trying my fucking hardest to remain calm.

Alethea looks at me, confused. As soon as she sees my eyes, my face and my hands, she pulls over.

"Listen, I know what my mafia has done to your family," she starts her face doesn't turn towards me, she remains straightforward towards the road. "I'm not them. I will never be like them. This mission- it was me extending my hand."

She finally turns towards me. Her hands on the steering wheel have turned white.

"Get out," I demand.

Alethea looks at me, really looks at me, deep into my eyes. She nods and gets out of the car. She grabs the bag from the back and walks away, her head held high.

I get out of the passengers side and walk over to where Alethea was sitting. I go to sit but the seat is pushed up way too forward. I roll my eye and push the button to move the seat. The fucking thing takes forever so I'm stuck watching Alethea walk away.

I close the door and fly past the woman who was just in my spot.

I don't care, fuck her. Fuck her mafia.

I connect my phone with the Bluetooth and play my late night driving playlist; "Are those speed bumps or children?"

Flawless by The Neighbourhood blasts through the speakers on my way home. I finally make it home and park my car in the driveway.

"Gio my man, what's up?" Kriss says as I walk into the living room, a bowl of popcorn in his lap.

I walk over and pull the bowl from his lap, "Let's get black out drunk."

"Only if we can join," Mateo says walking into the room with Mark. Mateo's hair is all over the place and his shirt is on backwards. And mark, we'll be looks like Mark.

"Let's go man-whores," I run towards the bar.

"Gio, stop using bad words around Amara, she already called me a bitch twice today." Mateo says taking off his shirt and putting it in the right way.

"Good, Uncle Gio is teaching her to be tough from a young age." I run behind the bar and grab four glasses and a bottle of tequila. I set them down for the man-whores in front of me. While they sit I ask Kriss how pink plastic granny's doing.

"I'm going to get you back for that," he says before downing the drink in one.

"Nah but for real," I start, three shots of tequila already in my system. "You guys are like my brothers, and Stefano. We gotta have a fun time tonight ok, because I don't know how long I have with you guys."

"Are you okay Gio?" Mark says placing his hand on my forehead, checking if I have a temperature.

I look up at his hand, then down to him. "Just dandy." I smile and grab another bottle.

- four bottles later -

"We did it on my wall, on the dining table, and on the couch. All in one night." I say, bottle in hand.

"My dawggg," Kriss says dapping me up.

Mateo raises his hand as if we are in a kindergarten classroom. "I really needed this bro night, thanks." He says a single tear flowing down his face.

"Has Amara called you a bitch too much?" I ask trying to keep a poker face, but not even a second later I burst out laughing.

Gabby, Ella and Angela enter the bar and walk over to join us. Mateo's bitch ass must have texted his baby mamma.

Gabby and Mark start making out, their faces smooshed together. Kriss whispers things that make Ella giggle. Mateo and Angela are fucking gone so I'm left alone with my trophy- the empty tequila bottles.

Fuck you, man-whores.

Imma go do something that I might regret tomorrow.

Not Alethea.

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Authors note

Wassup BITCHESSSS!
dont kill me for not posting, you get two chapters today! <33
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