(Okay so I obviously don't know how deportation and citizenship works but this is my story and I could do whatever I want with it. Hell if i wanted unicorns and serial killing bears i'd add it in here. But my point is please don't come for my head about it. If its wrong its wrong but i needed a way to shift the stories focus to the marriage. Okay enjoy my loves.)
James
"What!" My father exclaimed through the phone.
"We are American citizens. My children grew up here. Me an my wife have green cards."
"Isabel!" My mother entered into my fathers office.
"Why are you yelling, Matteo?"
"These fucking Americans want our children deported. Says they never received citizenship."
"What? I thought since we had ours they would automatically grant them theirs. They learned American ways. Hell our daughter wants to be them."
"Exactly."
"I'm actually surprised you two aren't speaking our language." Megan said.
Megan and I were eavesdropping. Whenever our father gets angry he kills something. Or someone. I was interesting. We wanted to know who it would be this time.
What?
We grew up in the Mafia for crying out loud.
"I won't be mad if that one gets sent back." My mother spoke.
My mother and sister actually got along once upon a time ago. I really don't know what happened between the two. I think when my parents found out about Megan's drug problem they started to disclaim her. Sent her away to boarding school. That didn't work, so they sent her to France to live with my Aunt Abriana. And we all know how that ended.
"So we're getting deported. Big deal. It's not like I don't travel anyways. Kind of doesn't really affect me. As long as my passport stays up to date, I'm all good." Megan poured herself a glass of my father's vodka.
"No big deal for you. But James is an heir. If he leaves the family business dies. And then you wouldn't have any money to go shopping in Rome." My father took the glass out of her and drank it for himself.
My phone buzzed and I looked down.
'Hey fettuccine whats good? Its almost 12 are you picking me up orrr??'
'I'm omw.'
"I'm sorry is there somewhere else more important that you need to be?"
"I think I have a solution to our problem. I'll fill you all in later."
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"You want to do what?" Ellie was about to get up from her seat but I grabbed her arm. I took her to Del Posto.
"Dude. Let me go."
"El, just hear me out."
"You're talking about marriage."
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Marrying Mr. Mafia
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