In Love With The Mafia's Son

Chapter Seven: Where r u?

Mitch

The next couple of days with Scott went surprisingly well, considering how cold he was on the first day we met. He proved my judgement wrong by actually being nice, polite, and everything a goody-two-shoes is. I can even start to see a humorous side of him coming out. I'm somehow feeling a weird...warm tickle in my stomach everytime he made me laugh out loud. I don't think I can take it. The last time I felt something remotely close to this, he left me-

Okay, let's not go there.

I sat on the bar stool, fidgeting with my phone and swung the swivel chair from left to right. I glanced at the time on my phone. 12:02 PM. Raspberry noises went out of my mouth. I felt the boredom seeping into me. Where's Scott? I sat still and shook my head.

No, Mitch. You can't always look for him whenever you're alone, he's probably sick and tired of talking to you. Isn't it bad enough that he has to take care of you? He's basically tied down on an anchor with you in his responsibility.

I sighed at the thought. He probably is bored of me. Well, who else can i talk to? It's literally just the two of us in this huge ass penthouse. Wait.

Kirstie.

My shoulders drooped at the thought of her. God, I miss her so much. I straightened my back and opened her contact on my phone. I went to press the call icon- but she's probably having fun without me at her public school with her friends. I mean, she hasn't even called me or left a voice mail. I stared at her profile picture. She always had the brightest smile.

Whatever. I don't care if she didn't miss me at all. I miss her too much to care. I pressed my thumb on the green call button and pressed my phone against my ear.

Scott wouldn't mind right? Kirstie is like a sister to me. I'm sure he'll
understand.

The line connected.

"Hello? Kirstie?" I said. I heard a gasp.

"Mitch!" She screamed, causing me to slightly flinch away from the phone.

"Where have you been?! Why didn't call me?" She hollered.

I probably shouldn't let her know where I am.

"I thought that you didn't want to be bothered by me." I said, purposely ignoring her first question.

"Are you serious?! I went to your house after school, only to find out that there are tons of police cars and that you are nowhere to be found. I was so worried. I was even questioned by an officer if I knew what happened at the Grassi mansion. I couldn't even focus at school, I couldn't stop thinking about you. God, I even ended up in the school couselor, 'cause apparently, I seemed 'unfocused' and 'sad' in class."

I sighed. She does care about me after all. "I'm so sorry Kirstie, I didn't mean for this to affect you like that. I want you to know that this wasn't my decision. My dad made me do this, for my own safety."

"What do you mean? Can you come back?" She said, her tone almost inaudible. She sounds so frustrated...

Tears pooled in my eyes, gathering in the corners. If only I could tell her...

"N-no. I can't"

"Why not?" She croaked, her voice sounded as if she had been crying for hours. No, you can't let her cry. Not your one and only best friend.

I could hear more choked sobs from the other end. Fuck, say something.

As I was about to comfort her, a gloved hand clamped over my mouth. My eyes widen and my body froze completely still for a second. I vigorously shook my shoulders, desperately trying to scream Scott's name. I could feel the vibration of my heart pounding in my chest.

"Mitch? Are you okay?" Kirstie said. The person smashed my phone with the butt of their gun.

I brought my hands up to gloved hand, helplessly trying to pry it away from my mouth. "Sc- umphf" I tried to scream for Scott, but all that came out was muffled screams. The person held their other arm around my torso, locking me in and jerked my body backwards, causing me to collide to the floor. They harshly pushed my head against the floor, causing me to lie down flat on my back, and pinned my body to the ground. I wanted to cry at the pain increasing in the back of my head. Where's Scott?

Before I could fully regain my senses, the person pulled out a....

Syringe.

My eyes widen at the object. Nononononono, oh god, please not now.

"P-please don't..." I whispered.

In a split second, I felt a small prick of pain in my neck. No, dear god, please, I don't want to die. Not now. Tears streamed over my temples, gleaming under the light.

My vision blurred. This is it. I'm going to die. I love you dad.

My eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and just before I could let them close, I saw a blurred image of a fist colliding against the face of my attacker.

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