His protective love

Chapter 8

Antonio's POV:

The day ends, and I walk with Ty to my car. "You need a ride, ma?" I ask her.

"Nah, I gotta go to Rosinas, I'm taking the bus with Mimi. Thank you anyways." She says, and gives me that face. That fucking face. I'm barely holding on at this point.

"Anytime, amore." I respond. She gets closer to me, gets on her tippy toes, and uses me to balance herself. She leans in and gives me a quick peck on the lips before starting to walk away.

"Wait." I say. I'm being bold and taking my chance.

"Yeah?" She responds.

"There's this dope drive-in in Southeast, I think kind of near your crib. They're showing a bronx tale, you wanna go this weekend?" If she says no, this is gonna be really embarrassing. She smiles excitedly, and blushes.

"Yeah, I'd love too, that's one of my favorite movies. Text me the details." She says, before walking away with Ameera. Damn, this girl.

"Dang, Antonio. That girls got you cooked!" I hear Jay yell. I roll my eyes.

"Okay, okay." I say.

"Since when did you start asking girls out? And since when did you start clinging to them like that?" Divine laughs.

"Since Ty started giving him those 'fuck me' eyes." Jay says. They laugh and I glare at them.

"Soon you'll become just like me. Trust, it feels good to have a girl." Divine says as he pats me on the back. I roll my eyes at them and we hop into the car. I drive them both home, then pull into my driveway.

"Sono a casa!" I yell as I enter the house. I'm home!

"Hey, son. How was your day?" I hear my dad ask from the living room. I take off my shoes and walk into the living room. I see my dad sitting in the lounge chair, smoking a cigarette and reading a newspaper.

I sit on the couch and grab the remote. "It was good, grazie." I thank him.

"Hmm." He responds. My dad has always been very cold, but is always there when we need him.

"Hey, pa? Can I ask you something?" I start. He puts the newspaper down, and takes a puff of his cigarette.

"What's up pop?" He asks.

"I asked a girl out, and she said yes." I tell him.

"Okay," He laughs slightly. "What's the problem?" He asks, taking another puff.

"She's Matteo Guerreo's daughter. She's worried that you won't think she's good enough." I tell him. I hope he doesn't get mad. He scoffs.

"I know Matteo, he's one of my closest friends, why would I think his daughters not good enough?" He asks. "If anything, it continues our legacy." He laughs.

"Gross dad." I laugh. "They live in Southeast, on Fort. She was even nervous to tell me. She doesn't wanna be judged, and she doesn't want to leave a bad impression on you." He puts out his cigarette on the side table, in the ash tray.