Falling For The Mob

10 A Curse

Zoë

"Please, let me go, Zo, I've been locked up in the apartment with Sam this entire time, and you know how creepy she gets just silently staring at you with those cold eyes."

I try to contain my laughter as Addy attempts to convince me to let her out of the apartment for the Christmas gala at the hospital.

"Fine, you can go, but only for a few hours, and if I notice you getting tired, we are bringing you home right away."

She releases a high-pitched screech. "Now all I need is to find a dress."

Again, I laugh at her. "You put all this effort into convincing me, and you don't even know what you are going to wear?"

"Honestly, I didn't expect you to let me go, but it's fine, I'll call the boutiques and have them send a few options over. What are you wearing?"

"I've been so busy lately that I completely forgot about tonight, maybe I'll just stay home."

"You can't, I've already sent your measurements along with mine." She continues typing away without looking up from her screen.

"I don't want you buying me a dress, I really don't think..." She frowns her brows at me and pouts. Her hormones have been acting up the last few days, and as a result, she tends to be a bit pushy at times, and right now it seems like she has already made up her mind.

"I'm not buying you a dress, Sam is." A dark grin appears on her face as she pulls out a black card.

"Addy, that's even worse," I protest, hoping I don't sound as stressed as I am feeling by the thought. "Having Sam buy me a dress without her knowing is wrong on so many levels."

Again, it's clear that she isn't listening to me. I'm doing my best not to lose my patience, but it's becoming increasingly harder.

"Don't worry, it's not so bad. Every year Sam makes me buy Christmas gifts for all close associates, so either way I was going to have to do it. Let's just call this yours."

"Addy, I..."

"SAM!!" She cuts me off with a loud shriek, making me flinch.

Sam comes stumbling with an almost worried expression. Her face shows mild annoyance once she scans the room and sees that nothing is wrong, but then quickly reverts to its cold expression. These last few days, I've noticed how Sam has little to no tolerance for Addy's moods. Which isn't surprising, even I'm reaching my limits.

"You're buying Zoë a new dress for the hospital gala," she says without bothering to look up from her phone, leaving me to panic alone under Sam's cold eyes.

I try pleading with her with my eyes in hope that she can control Addy. Her gaze darts back and forth between us, and an almost apologetic frown appears. "Okay."

Before I can utter a protest, she disappears out the door, saving herself from the situation.

Apparently, when Sam approved of buying the dress, Addy decided it included an entire makeover. Normally a day of pampering would be welcomed, but I wasn't asked if my day could be blocked out completely.

I find it frustrating that even after our conversation four nights ago, Sam seems unchanged. She doesn't look at me with that cold, intimidating glare anymore, but she is still just as distant. Maybe it is wrong for me to expect more, after all Addy told me countless times how complicated Sam can be. For that, I have tried being patient with her, but leaving me to deal with Addy and her mood swings by myself just seems cruel.

When my frustrations became too much, I decided to say something to her.

With her limited mobility, Addy is taking twice as long to get dressed. I offered to help, but she refuses to admit needing it, so I take this time to hunt down Sam.