I swear every encounter I have had with the Greco family; I have either embarrassed myself to the sun or I have confidence I never knew I had. There isn't an in between, it's one or the other. I wished it was the latter but lately it isn't. Besides those two issues that have been on my nerves lately.. Alessio and his whiplash of emotions have been annoying me the most. Can't he pick an emotion and stick with it.
"What do we owe the pleasure to?" Father asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"A 'family' outing to merge families together. Father's wishes." Arcangelo says while his hands go all animated while he speaks.
"A what?" I question.
"Father is already there. We'll be meeting him." Alessio suddenly answers.
"Are you sure my outfit is fine for this?" I whisper next to Alessio.
"Trust me, it's fine. You'll fit in better than the rest of your family." He whispers back while staring down my parents.
"Should we tell them?" I whisper my queation out.
"No, let them suffer. I mean who marries their youngest daughter off?" He whispers in a deadly tone.
I drop the subject all together. I grab my keys and head for the door. If we're leaving, it might as well be now. If not it'll be an uncomfortable silent that makes me too antsy for my likings. Tori and Gabby follow behind me, both shoving one another like children.
"Shotgun!" Gabby yells for the dead to hear.
"You don't have to..." Alessio begins to say.
"Let her bring her toy out to play. It's been awhile since she has drove it. You know, with all the pampering and chauffeuring everyone seems to be doing lately." Tori interrupts him.
"I mean this isn't the car that comes out to play, Tori. This is usually my daily car for when you two bozo's like to ride with me instead of taking your own cars." I say with a pointed look.
"What car is she bring out?" Adriano asks with a puzzled look.
"Since we are riding with her. It has to be her 'family' car. Not her vroom vroom car." Gabby chuckles her answer out.
Everyone trails behind me as I hit the garage button to open. Once the garage opens, the guys look they are in a toy store full of cars. Our garage is packed with cars, cars we seem to not use anymore. I'm done being chauffeured around. I want to drive for once. Our Nonno before he died, changed his will. My sisters and I got everything he owned. Cars, house, businesses, you know everything. We were allowed to have a small portion of our inheritance, money related side of it, when we turned eighteen. Since Nonno died when I was fourteen, and Gabby and Tori were sixteen; None of us could get our small portions yet.
"Shut the front door!" Alexander sounds shocked.
"Is that what-tt I think it is?" Arcangelo ask with a slight stutter.
"Is that a fucking 1928 Alfa Romeo 6C 1500 Zagato?" Adriano yells out.
"1946 Cisitalia 202 GT?! It's a mother fucking Cisitalia!" Antonio booms out.
"How did you get a 1966 Lamborghini Miura?!" Alessio questions with curiosity.
"You could sale any of these cars and your father's debt would be paid. Hell, you could give us any one of these cars and his debt would be paid. Why go through with the wedding?" Alexander begins his rapid firing of questions.
"Those three cars are our Nonno's. He died 5 years ago, that's what we have left of him. I took the Alfa Romeo, Tori took his Cisitalia, dear old Issy took the Lamborghini." Gabby starts explaining.
"So, those three cars wouldn't ever get sold. No matter what. Our personal cars, father refuses to let us sale any of them. He thought when Nonno dies, he would be getting a fortune; however Nonno had other ideas. His fortune became Issy, Gabby, and mine. We got some of our Nonno's money. Nonno had stipulations added to his will. We each got 50,000 each. When we turn twenty-five, we get the remainder of it. All 5,000,000 for each of us. Dad didn't get a dime." Tori finishes Gabby's explaining.
"Father thought it would be enough to pay his debt but when Nonno put we couldn't get our small portion until we were eighteen in the will. Father had to change his plans and make that unfortunate arrangement." I mumble out my words.
"So, what lucky car are you grabbing?" Adriano changes the subject.
"Who has Lamborghini Sesto Elemento?" Alexander asks in shock.
"That would be my baby." I chuckle out. I hit my unlock button and my other car lights begin to flash. My Maserati Ghibli.
"Shit." Is all Arcangelo says.
"I'm driving my other baby other there." I chuckle out.
"If you want to drive any of our cars, the keys are over there. There better not be a single pin hair scratch on any of them." Tori threatens as she points to the wall full of keys.
I watch as the guys scramble to the key wall. I watch as my Sesto Elemento's headlights begin to flash. I look around to see who has snatched her keys. Adriano gets into Tori's Ferrari SF90 Stradale's driver seat as Alexander gets in the passenger seat. She shoots both of them a soft smile. I watch as Arcangelo gets into Gabby's Ferrari Enzo while Antonio gets into the passenger seat. That only leaves one Greco left. My head snaps so hard to the left; I swear I thought I almost broke it looking for the last Greco.
Alessio....
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Tattered Love
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