A Heart Caught In Crime

Chapter 8 - Meet the Parents

*** Natasha's P. O. V. ***

Last night Christian asked me to be his girlfriend and it was the happiest I have been since moving to New York. I roll over in the bed to check the time. 8:15 am. I jump up and start throwing clothes on apparently I'm being quite loud.

Christian knocks, "Are you okay in there, Tasha?" He asked from the other side of the door.

"Yes, I just woke up late and I have to rush to get ready for work."  I open the door to allow him in then quickly go back to rummaging through my closet to find anything comfortable to wear as for the next 13 and a half hours will be spent on my feet serving food.

"Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget that you work at the diner." He let out a soft chuckle.

I finally get myself ready, it's 8:30. I jump in the truck and turn the key. Click click click. "Fuck!" I yell. I try again. Click click click. The lights won't even come on.

I pick up the phone and ring Christian. "Hey so the truck won't start what do I do?"

"Well you can take one of the cars in the garage, I could take you, or you could call in. You said Mondays weren't that busy at the diner and I'm sure Shasta can cover it." He said in an attempt to calm me down.

"You're right maybe I could just work tomorrow instead of having the day off. I'll call Claudia." I get out of the truck and give Claudia a ring, I explain everything and she said that I can come in tomorrow to make up for it and to have a good day. I thank her for understanding and hang up.

Walking in the house with my head down. Christian puts his around around me. "Why do you go sit at the table and have some breakfast I'll call my mechanic and see if I can't get him out here today to fix your truck. Or the very least he can see what's wrong with it."

I look up at him and sniffle "I'd like that thank you." I started making my way towards the kitchen while Christian takes his phone out of his pocket and starts dialing.

*** Later that Evening ***

That was a good day other than my truck not starting. The mechanic came out with his tester and spent about 45 minutes out there just looking at it. He came up and told Christian that I had a bad battery, my alternator was trying to go out as well as my transmission.

I gave him the OK to take the truck down to the shop so they loaded it up on a flatbed and then they were off. I hope I get it back soon. My father bought me that truck and it's the last thing I have of him.

A lie in bed, hoping and praying to any God that would actually listen that my truck would be okay. I'm not a very religious person, but I needed that truck. And after that I had fell asleep.

*** The next morning ***

I wake up at 7:30. Right on time. I allow myself to get ready at my normal pace. Go down and have some breakfast. Everything looks so amazing.

Christian walks up behind me, puts his arms over my shoulders and hands me a set of keys. I turn around to ask what it was but I'm assuming he already knew by my facial expressions. "You can take the black truck in the garage until your truck is finished getting worked on." I smiled and have him a hug.

After my shift at the diner I came home absolutely exhausted, walking in the front door I hear laughter from the kitchen. I look at my watch 10:30pm. Walking into the kitchen to see who was here. Christian looked at me in shock and quickly looked at his watch in disbelief.

"Natasha! You're home." He walked over to me planting a kiss on my forehead and takes my hand, "come please I'd like you to meet my parents."

My eyes widen. We have been together only a few days and I'm already meeting his parents? But I'm assuming that wasn't his intention given the shock on his face a few moments earlier. We have our introductions his mother Karen and I sit down with a full plant in front of me. "Have you ate anything, Mrs. Lovius?" I ask not wanted to eat in front of her with out her eating as well but I was absolutely famished

"Oh yes dear, Enzo and I ate about an hour ago with Christian. The chef makes wonderful food, doesn't she?" She asked in a soft tone.

"She really does."

*** Christian's P. O. V. ***

My father asked to speak with me in the lounge area, not sure if this is going to go well I reluctantly follow behind him while my mother talked at the dining table with Natasha.

"How could you bring an outsider into your home? Does she know what you do? Or how dangerous this could be for her?"

"She doesn't know, but father I love her. I really do."

"She will find out sooner or later boy and it's going to be my ass on the line." He gets in my face. My father is a relatively large man. I myself am 6 foot four and he towers over me.

We start arguing and we both get quite loud.

"You leave her alone father!" I shouted at him.

"She deserves to know!" He yelled back. I'm sure the girls could hear us. "She lives she has a right to know just hot precious her little boyfriend is." He tried to push past me.

I push him back and he nearly trips over the coffee table. He puts his hand up as if he was going to punch me. "Hurt him and I will pull the trigger Mr. Lovius." My guard, Mr. De Luca, had said from behind my father, he had a 1911 in his hand, that he's required to carry at all times, pointed directly at my father. His only orders are to protect me and the house at what ever cost.

My father scowls at me and walks away. My father and I walked back into the kitchen where the girls were and they were laughing at the table. My mother was holding her stomach hunched over. She was laughing so hard so I'm assuming they get along very well. Which I am happy for. I'm very close with my mother.

After a few more minutes, my parents left and Natasha and I went to bed in our own bedrooms.

Later on in the week on Saturday night, Natasha comes home but she's not alone. She introduced me to her friend whose name is Kayla after initial introduction. They go upstairs to Natasha's room and I'm assuming have a wild slumber party as there is music and laughter all night. I remember Natasha asking if she could bring one of her friends home. I very quickly told her yes that my home is her home.

The next morning, the girls come down for breakfast as I'm already sitting at the dining table. "So how did you both meet again?" I asked.

"Well we met at the diner on Thursday, but I knew you had said that it was okay if I brought someone home to stay the night so I hope it's okay."

" of course it's absolutely fine. I want you to feel at home in the house" she planted a kiss on my lips and exclaimed "I'm so excited!" Turning to Kayla who seemed extremely tense now "let's go to the arcade."

The girls had left the room and I walk upstairs to get ready to go to the office. I normally don't go in on Saturday, but I feel like some thing is off.