The Mafia Boss's Daughter

Chapter 2 - Trust

"Never waste your feelings on those who don't value them."
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It's been two days since I heard the words those words from my mysterious hero. Shortly after I had served him with his order, he disappeared, after paying his bill. With that he left a hefty tip and a note saying, "We shall meet again mia bella."

To say I'd be looking forward to his visit was an understatement. I was almost ecstatic, as well as nervous about the thought of him wanting to see me again. Even now, as I am in the comfort of my home, I still remember his piercing gaze, holding me prisoner.

I shiver out of my thoughts and look out of the window. One the neighbors from across the street waves to me as she walk over to another house, no doubt to gossip with Widow Irish about something she overheard from one of the gals in her book club. Resting my forehead against the cool glass pane, I draw invisible patterns on the glass, just as my grandmother enters the living room with her nurse, Sue-Ellen.

"Toni" my grandmother, Faith, rasps softly. "Get away from that window! You look like a sulking child!" She exclaims and then breaks into a coughing fit. Sue-Ellen readies a glass of water from an already waiting glass and pitcher on the living room coffee table. I glance over, startled at her coughs as I'm still not used to her being ill.

Sue-Ellen hands the glass of water to my grandmother, whose coughs are starting to subside. "Oh for heavens sake, don't fiddle around me. Sue-Ellen, you should try to parent her instead of me! Go on, tell her to act her age." My grandma glares, huffing, but taking the glass.

"Gran....I'm fine. Really. Besides you should worry about yourself more and try not to wreck poor Sue-Ellen's nerves." I admonish, and I can see a look of gratefulness pass over the nurse's face.

Now, if I had to put Sue-Ellen in a catergory judged only on her looks, I'd say she was a very strict, no none sense woman, with no sense of humor or kindess. Her hair was dark brown, tied up in a very tight and severe bun. On her hooked nose, a pair of black glasses were perched and her mouth seemed set into a permanent frown. She was aged about mid 40s, give or take a few years, however her skin was flawless, marked with blemishes or the slightest wrinkles. The only thing to give away her true age was her slightly graying hair. Indeed, she looked scary, having height to make her more intimidating and being more on the thin side.

However, I didn't judge her on her looks. Mainly because I think you should judge a book by its chapters and not it's description and because I knew her well. She was quite soft spoken, and quite contrary to first glqnce, those firm eyes filled with kindness when around people she knew well. Her mouth, also, was not always frowning. Quite often she would be smiling or laughing along with my grandmother. Indeed, Sue-Ellen with her light Boston accent, and gray eyes, was the very definition of what a nurse should be. Kind, patient and nuturing.

Just like mom had been....

"She's right you know" Sue-Ellen spoke, pushing her glasses up her nose with the push of her index finger. "You should go out more. You only work and then come home. You need stress relief. "

"Why your so young sweety, you should be going out, drinking, dancing, meeting hot guys and having one night stands! I know I did when I was your age. Of course that was before I met your grandpa." Gran giggles, and I can see her remembering the old days. I smile at her and raise my eyebrow.

"Hot guys? One night stands? I thought you raised me better then that Gran. Didn't you tell me a lady takes, making the man work for it, before handing out the goods?" Tsking, I place both hands on either side of face to feign shock.

Sue-Ellen looks between us, not sure what to say about the subject.

"But you need to make sure your goods are still good!" Gran coughs a bit as she exclaims this and both Sue-Ellen and I blush. For someone who was in her 60s, this woman had no filters on sexuality.