Life being a Mafia girl

Learning the Ropes

As I strolled through the raging New York street, wind blowing through my hair as I remembered the thoughts of the night before. Understanding why a man would turn against his own family, his Mafia family, is unknown to me. All I learned growing up is loyalty is everything. If you didn't learn anything else apart from that as a child you would still survive.

No one knows exactly what the men do in those meetings but we all know not to ask. The rule is never to ask. I have always been curious though although all women have. Everyday someone is killed in "gang turf wars" even though I know it is our men, our brothers, our husbands and our fathers, the men who sold their souls to the devil while they still pray to God.

Suddenly my phone played its upbeat ringtone as it snapped me out of my daydream. I rummaged through my large black Prada handbag trying to find my coral pink iPhone, praying that I am not in trouble from missing my curfew. As I slowly took my phone out of my bag I noticed it says Unknown in the caller ID. I debated wether to answer or not but being the idiot I am I answered.

"Hello?" I whisper confused.
"I can see you standing there. Why aren't you still walking?" a man whom I didn't recognize stated. He sounded like he was in his mid-20s and also definitely has a strong Italian - Bronx accent.
"Who are you?" I questioned him
"Someone who you should run from!" he said alarmingly while scaring me.

I decided that it is possibly best that I leave the street and start towards home. I am still only going on 16 so father will be extremely angry at me for being home later than my 11:30 pm curfew which I missed last night. I ended up sleeping in my friend Nadia's house not even bothering to tell my father where I was. He would find me of course, he always finds me.