Mafia Queen

Chapter 5 - The "house" tour

After about a half hour of going way above the speed level, we finally get to Malcoms bosses house. "What's your bosses name?" I asked, the question has been ringing in my head for a while. "No one really knows his real name besides the people closest to him so I think he'd want you to refer to him as Romano." "Is that his last name?" "Yes." "So he's Italian?" "Yes, it's his family name." "Do you think he'd tell me his real name?" "Maybe, he seems to like you!" I smile at the thought of him trusting me enough to give me something he only trusts to people that are closest to him. Malcom must have noticed cause he gave a cheeky smile before leading me to the house. Before we could get to the driveway we were stopped by guards. There were 4 guards that were guarding a gate to the driveway. "I'll be back in just a sec, okay?" I nod and watch him talk to the guards. He seems to know them because they're all joking around with each other and laughing. Eventually they open the gate and as they do Malcom drives up the massive driveway to a gorgeous mansion. I stare in awe at the beautiful house. I have always had beautiful things like my house at "home", if I can even call it that anymore, but this house was far more beautiful than anything I've ever seen. I get out the car and run off to the front of the house. "Alexis! Wait!" Malcom calls, I turn around and see another car roaring up the driveway. It's Romano? How did he get here so fast? He jumps out of his clearly expensive car and struts over without a care in the world. "Not going to wait for me?" He said in a jokey tone that was only just noticeable. "I didn't think you were coming." "Well I'm here now aren't I?" I look into his eyes for a split second before I broke the contact to see what the loud screeching noise was. It was Malcom blazing down the driveway. I turn back to Romano. "Ready for the tour?" "Sure!" I said in a surprisingly chirpy voice. "You don't seem very scared of me." "Am I supposed to be?" "Most are." "I guess I'm the exception then" I said with a smile. "Lead the way!" I point to the door waiting for him to open it. He looks at me as if he's trying to crack me open like a locked book. I stare into his eyes waiting for him to open the door. Eventually he does and he starts to show me around his house. It was an absolutely outstanding house that I instantly fell in love with. "One more room!" He leads me to the room and I was frozen when I saw the room. "This is your room!" I looked at him with disbelief. "My room?" He nods and straight away I hug him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He was hesitant at first but then hugged me back. I didn't really notice before but he smells SO good! I would hug him all day if he let me. I pull away from the hug and look around the room. My favourite part was the view to outside. It was beautiful. I could stare at it all day. I felt his eyes studying me as I explored the room. "There is one more place we can go after this."  "Where is that?" He grabs my arms and pulls me to the window then points to the beautiful view. "It's all mine!" He says with a straight face but I could see a sparkle in his eye as if to show as a smile. I look out the window one more time before I sprint down the stairs. He chases after me until we are outside. "How did you know where the door to the outside was?" "I've memorised this house already, I know where everything is." "That wasn't my question." "Fine! I have a photographic memory, okay?" I roll my eyes and head outside. I don't like the fact I have a photographic memory for quite a few reasons. One is that my dad had one and it reminds me of him in the best of times, another is everyone always thinks I lie about it or think I use it to cheat on tests or something and another is, if something happens to me where I struggle to use it, I'm scared I can't remember things as others can and I may lose a lot of my memories. This could be like if I get amnesia or vitamin deficiency or something that could impact it. There are many other reasons and I know they'd all probably sound strange but from a first person view point, it makes sense. "Don't roll your fucking eyes at me and who the hell do you think you are to walk away like that?!" I give him a glare to make it clear I didn't want to answer him. I do this every time I am angry at someone or don't want to talk to them. I slightly squint my eyes, scrunch my nose a little and lift my mouth into a small pout, I look over my shoulder and very slightly have my head on a slant towards the floor. Most times when I do this, people will leave me alone but not Romano, he continues to niggle me until he gets what he wants. He shoots the same look back at me with his cold eyes and says "well?" I had nothing to say to him. I turn my head and continue to explore the garden without talking to him. "You're very childish for your age, you know that right?" I did know that. I never really had a great childhood even when my father was alive. My mum couldn't come without my dad even when he was alive. If he was to go to work and mum had to stay home with just me, she'd get stressed out and neglect me. She'd drink her way out of it. I went many nights without dinner or I had many late night dinner because I never ate until dad got home. So yes, I am childish and if I express that in a negative way like temper tantrums or something, than so be it, it is who I am and I cannot help it. I already know I behave like a child in a negative way but sometimes I will always express it is a better way. It may be stupid but I like who I am. I like the 17 year old me who acts like I'm still 8 and no one can stop that. Of course I still act my age with most things but I also have spurts of trying to make my childhood memorable even if I am 17. It isn't extreme but who doesn't like the occasional game of hide and seek or chase, everyone does, just most hide it. I am not afraid to hide who I am and for that I am strong. I may not feel like I am but I know there isn't a pussy in my body. "I know." I shot him a sarcastic smile and walked off. I could tell he just rolled his eyes at me but quite frankly, I couldn't give any less of a shit. After about 1 minute of awkward silence, Romano's phone rang making us both jump. "I have to take this." I nod and continue walking around that area. "What?" "Are you fucking kidding me!" "I'll be there in ten!" He hangs up the phone and screams in anger. "What's wr..." "GET IN THE DAMN CAR" he yelled in anger. I didn't dare question him so I run to the car as fast as I could. Unfortunately for me, he is a lot faster than me which makes me look very slow but I don't think he cared too much. As I get in the car, before I could even shut the door or put on my seatbelt, he was roaring down the drive way. I struggle to get it on but eventually I do. I could tell he was anger and I was scared he was going to crash the car but he seemed to do a great job of dodging the cars. We were going about 70KM about the speed limit and I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. "Look, I'm sorry, I don't know what's happened but you need to calm down!" He looks at me with pain, anger and sadness stinging his eyes. "Never mind!" I said and directed my eyes to the road. I don't know what has happened but clearly it is something bad.

Sorry for ending it there guys but I hoped you enjoyed this chapter! I'm this chapter we pretty much had the house tour which is pretty boring but we at least got a little bit of action towards the end with Romano going off his head. What is he so pissed off about? Where are they going? Will they crash? Read the next chapter to see what happens. Also btw you can see Alexis bedroom in the little picture thing at the top along with some other random rooms and also if you are confused, yes I changed her name from Astrid to Alexis because I thought Alexis would fit her personality a little better. Anyway...
Ciao Bella ❤️