The Boy Across Enemy Lines

You kidnapped my girlfriend!

I woke up and looked around. I was still here. Mr. D’Angelo said that I should be going home some time today. He and I had quite a nice conversation last night. Besides the whole kidnapping me thing, Mr. D’Angelo seemed like a dandy fellow. He was very pleasant to talk to and I got quite a few laughs out of him. If this whole hatred between families thing wasn’t happening I think he and I would get along just fine. I mean, we got along great even though he hates my family. It was nice. He apologized for doing what he was doing. He had to send across a message to my dad and this is the only way he knew how. If he had originally known what a lovely girl I was he would’ve found a different way of going about things, his words not mine. I feel some sort of sense of accomplishment getting my boyfriend’s dad to like me. I was way more charming than I thought I was. My original charming was so that he wouldn’t hurt me, but him leading with that helped a lot. I mean sure he kidnapped me, sure he ordered that hit on Jay, sure he was like my dad’s sworn enemy. That’s what has been coded into his family for decade. He can’t exactly help it. And just cause he’s my dad’s enemy doesn’t mean he has to be my enemy. I, for one, am a fan of Mr. D’Angelo. He’s quite comedic and I enjoy talking to him. I heard a knock on my room door.

“Come in.” I yelled before the door cracked open.

“Good morning Alicia, I brought you some breakfast.” Mr. D’Angelo said coming in with a platter.

“Oh, thank you so much.” I said smiling up at him. He set it down in front of me.

“My wife makes the best pancakes.” He said as I looked down at the food.

“Mr. D’Angelo, I don’t believe this is how hostage situations are supposed to work.” I said before taking a bite of food. It was probably the best pancakes I’ve had.

“Yes, well let’s not think about that.” He said shrugging.

“Ok. Alright Mr. D’Angelo, I told you about myself, it’s your turn to tell me about yourself.” I said looking up at him.

“What do you want to know?” He asked crossing his arms.

“I don’t know. Tell me anything. Tell me what you were like in high school.” I said with a smirk.

“You want to know what I was like in High school?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yes please.” I said nodding.

“Alright.” He said while rubbing his hands together. “I was a jock in high school. Sports was my thing. Soccer, Football, baseball, basketball, any sport you can think of I was in it. I was like that stereotypical asshole, player jocks.” He said looking at me.

“Really? Wow. I did not expect that.” I said now understanding where Dante got his athleticism and charm from.

“Yes. It happened all throughout high school until I grew up and realized that I couldn’t be that way anymore. I had to become a man and take all of this over.” He said waving around his hands.

“Did you always want to be a mob boss?” I asked almost teasingly.

“Actually I did. I expected it to be like the Godfather. I saw the way my dad ran everything and expected it to be easy. I thought that once I took over, everything would run smoothly. Boy was I mistaken. It’s harder than I thought. Taking over the business, doing some things you later regret, it really gets tiring.” He said with a slight sigh.

“Then why do you still do it?” I asked leaning forward.

“Because I have to. Because…” He started before the door flew open and an angry looking Dante stormed into the room.