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BEEP BEEP BEEP
"No please," I whimpered.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I swung my hand to stop the alarm.
*SLAP*
That was not my phone.
My eyes snapped open. My hand was on top of Anthony's very handsome, very grumpy-looking, face.
"I am so sorry!" I yelped and sat up too quickly. "Fuck!" I hissed and grabbed my head.
"Are you okay?" His voice was gravelly from lack of sleep.
"I'm sorry!" I said again, knowing I was the reason. This was the second time I had willingly shared a bed with Anthony. The thought sent my heart pounding.
"You said that already." His eyes were still glued shut.
I reached to pull the covers off and winced at the pain.
"Fuck!"
"Limited vocabulary this morning?"
"My arm."
The memories of the night before rushed into my head.
I had spent the night drinking with my brothers, and then getting a tattoo! From fuzzy memories, I understood that Felix and I had settled our problems.
I had been officially initiated as a Tonelli.
Oh God.
Was I in the mafia now? Felix said I had to let him worry about me now, I didn't know what that meant. It sounded good at the time, maybe it would be fine.
Maybe I didn't just agree to commit crimes in the name of family.
My arm twinged again and I looked down.
My tattoo. My fucking La Famiglia è Tutto tattoo.
"Fuck?" Anthony finished my thought for me, he had gotten up, leaning on his elbow for support.
I just stared at him.
"These aren't reversible, aren't they?"
"I would recommend checking if you're caught up on your vaccines."
My eyes widened.
Anthony got up quickly and walked to the kitchen.
"I'll make coffee," he muttered.
I just sat there, gaping at the doorway, gaping at my arm.
You're not a fish, Lydia.
I scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom to shower and feel like a person again.
When I got out, there was coffee, toast, and eggs on the kitchen island.
"Eat." Anthony didn't look at me, just moved around the kitchen, cleaning up the mess.
"Thank you," I sat on a stool and began picking at the food. "Are you mad at me?"
"No." He continued tidying up and not making eye contact. "Do you feel nauseas?"
"I'm fine."
"Good."
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, of course not. Do you need ointment for that?" He gestured to the tattoo, still not looking at me.
"I don't know. I wasn't all there for aftercare instructions."
Anthony stiffened but said nothing.
"Are you sure you're not upset?"
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Life of a Little Sister 3- Available on Amazon Kindle Unlimited!
Ficção Geral22 year old Lydia is living on her own in New York. She lives with her two roommates, works almost every night as a server, and is enjoying her life estranged from her 6 protective brothers. She meets a stranger from her past and can't stop thinking...
