All Mine. All Yours.

Chapter Three.

"No," I flat out say, holding the phone up against my ear as Don tries to go down on me, but I hold the phone away and ask if he'd get me some water, and he does, saying he'll make us breakfast. I smile.

"JO, NO," I say when she asks again if Don can come with us, "this is a GIRLS ONLY TRIP, not to invite your brother to our trip."

She grumbles saying fine before we hang up, and I wonder why she wants to invite her oldest brother.

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The next day I am at work taking orders when an elderly couple walk in, and I see them sitting near a window. I smile to myself, wondering what their story is.

As the day drags on, I blow some hair out of my face while taking an order when Stacey walks up to me, asking if I can cover one of her tables while she heads out to do God knows what, and then she mentions seeing John tonight. I look over at her and give her a look, asking what her problem is.

"My problem?" She asks, sounding annoyed while popping her gum annoyingly and then whispers, "all he ever did while in bed with me was complain about you and how bad you were at sex."

I laugh a little at the fact that he's complaining about me, before looking over at her, then back at my customers, and excuse myself from the table, feeling embarrassed, and head off into the back as Stacey follows me.

"First off," I start to say, but then Stacey interrupts me as I turn around, giving me this condescending look that makes me want to slap her hard across her cheek.

Then I chuckle and smile a little, thinking of mamma.

"He said I'm the best he's ever had," she retorts, and I just lose it.

Without thinking I end up blurting out how I'm sure she thinks she's the best.

"Everybody's had you Stacey, so I'm sure they'll say that just to get you in bed with them again."

Nothing tops Mrs. Mancini's if-looks-could-kill look, but Stacey gives me this look like she's plotting something.

"What? You brought it up, so I dished it to you," I say, feeling myself getting defensive with her.

'Can't handle what I have to say, don't bring it up,' I think to myself before walking out, and as I am walking out, I feel Stacey grab a hold of my hair and she pulls my head back hard, causing me to fall backwards in between the double doors and crash down hard onto the cement floor while knocking over a small shelf of pots, pans, and strainers, injuring my elbow and back, but thankfully catch my head with my hands.

I am in so much pain, tears in my eyes, as I hear Mrs. Mancini's heels clicking off the floor, and all I can think of is how much pain I am in.

I don't even bother to sit up as the door opens in front of me, and the look of panic covers Mrs. Mancini's face as she kneels down next to me, and I look over to see where Stacey is, hearing Mrs. Mancini protesting, saying I shouldn't move, along with seeing the sheer horror on Stacey's face when I move my head back to how I first had it. She's in for it.

* Aunt Francesca's POV *

All I can think of is my gun right now as I want to shoot her so badly, as she has injured Stephanie terribly from the looks of it, then I think to call an ambulance or Antonio to come over to check her out, when I tell Stephanie not to move, bark orders at Stacey, but then instead fire Stacey on the spot.

"You can put in your last notice, and not collect any pay today, tomorrow, and all of next week. Don't even bother coming into work anymore," I coldly say, and Stacey huffs as she walks out, purposely kicking Stephanie as she walks out I notice. I stand right up.