"Careful," Milana warns.
"I know" I say, it comes out harsher than I intend. Clunk. Teresa's head hits the car doorway.
Milana snorts. I press my lips together holding back my own laughter. She snickers as I try to strap a sleeping Teresa in the car. I shut the door and roll my eyes at her."It's not that funny." I say my lips pull up betraying me with a smile.
"It was hilarious." Milana replies.
Lights blind me. I inhale sharply my heart nearly stops in it's chest. The lights belong to a car. Milana's ride home. I scold myself for being jumpy. The paranoia will set in if I don't sleep soon. "That's my ride." she says.
"I can take you home." I reply.
Maybe it's the lack of sleep but having Milana picked up by someone who I don't know doesn't sit right with me. Milana, in a way in which I'm coming to find to be very like her, awkwardly shrugs. "All good. Matty and I are staying at the four season's until all of this is over." she sighs sounding tired. "You don't like coming home?" I ask her. She blinks at the question. "I'm here aren't I?" her voice brims with defensiveness. I shrug. The air around us thickens with awkwardness. And I'm reminded that I don't really know Milana that well. Tonight I learned a lot about her. Not enough to replace years of living around each other then years of us not being around eachother at all. She waves awkwardly, "bye."
...
I sit on the edge of my bed. Still shocked at what transpired last night. My father cut off his favorite daughters finger. Teresa is in love with someone. Paula fucked a busboy. Milan is going to school to become a doctor. I snicker. "Paola fucked a busboy," I sing under my breath.
My phone dings. A small smile teases my lips as I check the notification. I frown at the unknown number.#:This is Connor we need to talk
#:Now
I grumble. Annoyance fueled further by my lack of sleep bubbles up. I'm starting to wish I never fucked this asshole. But I won't be able to sleep. At least not tonight. So maybe I will talk to that asshole. The sun rays peak over the blinds tickling my skin. I turn on my phone and check the time. It's only 5 am. I groan.
Maybe Bella was right about morning visits sucking ass.
I grimace at the blood that spots my shirts.
Me: Meet in 30
Connor: At Rosa's
I hurry towrd the bathroom connected to my room. I rip off my clothes and slip into the shower. The water is cold as it falls on me. Goosebumps rise on my skin. I hug my arms towards my chest. Letting the water completely soak my hair. My muscles relax as the temperature rises. I exhale. Maybe the water can wash away the day. Maybe the water can wash away every sin I've ever committed. Like a baptism. I smile to myself. How many baptisms would it take to cleanse me? Too many. Or maybe none, maybe It's an impossible task. I lean back and scrub shampoo into my coily hair. My fingers get stuck on knots. I grab conditioner and a wide tooth comb and detangle it. I close my eyes as I wash the conditioner through my hair. And I remember how thick Rafael's tattooed arms were, I bet he could pick me up and-. Nope.
I'm all for meaningless sex. But with Rafael, for some reason, it feels different. He seems like a man who would make passionate love to you and then, God forbid, try to cuddle afterwards.
I wash of the remainder of the conditioner then tie up my hair. I quickly throw on some loose jeans and a tank top. No need to dress up for Dagnan. I strap a knife sheath on my arm that will go under my jacket.
I make my way to the garage. "Vittoria." I tense at the sound of Leopoldo's voice. "Come here, figlia." I tentatively step toward the dining room. The same room where he cut off Teresa's finger. My breathing becomes shaky. You never know what mood Leopoldo is in.
I pause in the doorway.
Leopoldo sit at the head of the table the curtains to the window are opened. A deceptively serene morning glow fills the room. Marta sits on his right hand side. She holds an orange drink in her hand. Probably a mimosa. She looks unusually grim. Especially for someone who's drinking Mimosas at 7:00 in the morning.
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Reaper of the Wicked | A Mafia Romance
RomanceVittoria Bianchi was born a bastard child to the Capo Famiglia's mistress. Honed to be the perfect secret weapon. When someone threatens the Bianchi's territory she's the one to snuff them out. But what happens when the threat comes with an offer...