My Mafia Man

ELEVEN|Genetori... (part 3)

Sorry☹️ I've been procrastinating. Also, I'm the one putting *double taps*❤️ just to show that I do read the comments!! You guys are hilarious and totally relatable!!:

Soon, we were at the family dinner table eating and conversing. Angelo's mom could absolutely THROW IT DOWN in the kitchen.

"Mmm. This is delicious, Mrs. Guiseppe."

"Thank you Gyl. And again, please call me mom. Speaking of that, when are you two going to get married?"

Angelo and I answered at the same time.

"Not soon."
"Next month."

I sharply turned my head to him and glared. I thought we agreed to wait.

"No not next month. That's way to early."

"Bella, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to marry you. Let alone take you out on a date."

"What do you mean?! We just met each other about 4 months ago."

"But I know you like the back of hand! It's not fair to make me wait."

I just returned my attention to my plate. I'm about to slap the hell out of him.

"We'll just talk about it later, okay?" I said deadly calm.

He nodded his head and continued the casual Italian conversation with his dad. Then Mrs. Guiseppe looked to me.

"You are not being given a choice are you?" She asks.

"I thought I was, but apparently not." I spoke, avoiding eye contact.

"The same happened to me. Honestly, you and I both know he's hiding something."

"Yup. I thought it was me who noticed something wasn't right."

"Dig into it."

"Yes ma'am."
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Soon, dinner was over and we were saying our goodbyes. The jet is already set and ready.

I hug Mr. Franco, then "mom".

"Remember what I told you darling." She kisses my cheeks and gives me a knowing look.

"We're going to see you soon." Angelo states and opens the limousine door, signaling me to get in.

I wave as Angelo and I pull off. Man, I wanted to go sightseeing.

"I wanted to go sightseeing." I opted at Angelo.

"I promise, next weekend. I have a busy week ahead of me." He spoke while helping me take my heels off.

After about ten minutes I decided to dig in.

"What did you mean by you waited too long? You and I both know four months are not that long."

"Is it not right that I want to marry my love as soon as possible?" Angelo asked.

"I did not ask you to answer me with a question, just answer me." I spoke, giving Angelo the "mad girlfriend that will chop you ding-a-ling off" look.