Rose And The Mafia (Editing)

Chapter 29: Tired and Cranky

A/N: Long time, no talk. Hehehe *laughs nervously.

I'm disappointed in myself for not writing back, I really am. Unfortunately or fortunately, I've been dragged back to school and this time I really want to try hard. I don't want to slack off, because my teachers are already throwing tests and quizzes at us when we barely got back to school. Smh. But that doesn't mean that I won't be updating, because I will. It will just be a little bit slower. But don't worry Im already ending this book and making sure the chapters are better than the others, so stay with me guys and be patient. :)

Anyways enjoy!! Dont forget to comment and vote!

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*After the car ride with Christian.

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A knock at the door wakes me up from my nap so I quickly finger-comb my hair and check my breath.

Eww I have to go brush my teeth. Oh god why did I stop using that one liquid to never wake up with nasty morning breath.

"Come in."

Camilla smiles at me and slowly comes in. "Hey Lana."

"Hi." I say very awkwardly.

She comes around the bed next to me and smacks my arm. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I was fucking worried. And what was I supposed to tell your cousin, huh?"

"I told you to just say that I spent the day at my friend's." I shrug

She grunts and nods. "Yeah, but I know with whom you left with, Giovanni fucking Moretti. Don't you know his reputation? The heartless, gorgeous, man whore, Giovanni Moretti, that will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He's also the son of the cold-hearted, Stephano Moretti. Many think he killed his wife, well people in the mafia. And you know we're not exactly on the same side." She informs me, but I already know this, but not the wife detail. Nevertheless that can't be true. Can it?

"Look Camilla nothing happened. He didn't hurt me or anything." I utter. I push my hair back and sigh.

"Okay and did you do anything else?" She suggests.

I sigh, frustrated. "Oh my god Camilla, no I did not."

"Oh okay then maybe you happened to hit yourself on your throat and neck." She comes closer and I try pushing her away but she holds my arms down. "Does it hurt? Huh? Does it hurt?" She keeps poking my neck and I pull my arms off her body weight. "He gave you damn hickies, Lana?" She gasps then paces back and forth, shaking her hands.

"You sounded like you believed that I got hurt and got bruises on my neck though." I snort

"I was being sarcastic, but wh-ar-you-huh? No, no, no. You need to leave him!"

"First of all calm down, will you? And second of all I'm done with that don't worry." I get off the bed and go into the bathroom.

"But what if he's not done with you?" Camilla yells through the bathroom door