Becca's P.O.V
Saturday 6 p.m.
I've been at Anthony's house all day long trying to explain to him that my FUCKING FATHER IS IN A GANG. He still slightly thinks I'm joking but I wish I was."I told you everything he told me. Marcia was there and she heard everything."
Anthony leaned over on his bed to kiss me. I returned the kiss of course. "I know but babe this is VERY important, so please explain one more time."
"He said he went to Italy for a business meeting and after that, he was supposed to be going to New York to meet his boss. But, he left early because his boss got shot 3 times in the chest, and he's apparently second in command." I took a deep breath. Talking about all of this made all of my sadness rush back. I held in my tears then continued again.
"When he called me.. he told me that if his boss dies he'll have to take over the whole, he put it as, "Industry". You see the thing is, and I can't believe I'm just now realizing this but, I have no clue what the name of this industry is. Hell I don't even know how boss's name. Ugh! I don't know what to do. Am I in danger? Tell me if I am so u can pack my bags and hop across the border. I being for real. I love you and all but, I gotta look out for my safety."
I grabbed another pre rolled joint and lit it up. I Inhaled a few times before passing it to Anthony.
"You won't be in trouble as long as you're around around me babe. I'll back I have to make a phone call, feel free to smoke a joint and roll a blunt ." And with that he left the room.
I couldn't tell if Anthony was mad, shocked, annoyed, or what. My mind raced with thoughts. I have no clue why the information about my father is so important to him.
Well, I'm sure it was something about his industry or whatever but I don't really care about that. I just care for my safety and well-being.
Anthony's P.O.V
I sat in my office while talking to my brother Chris. Maybe he could help figure this situation out.
"YES Chris thats what I'm telling you. HER FATHER IS APART OF A GANG UP NORTH. She said her dad had gone to Italy for a business meeting and had to leave early because his boss got shot 3 times in the chest. Sounds like a coincidence to me."
"Do you think that her father's boss is Giovanni Romano? Because the only gangs that are up north is the Russian Mafia and the Italian Mafia. Becca DEFINITELY doesn't look Russian."
Sometimes my brother is a fucking dumbass but, he definitely had brains when it came to knowing who was the head of what mafia.
"Chris I fucking love you bro, call dad and tell him what's going on. I gotta go talk to Becca bout this. Bye" I hung up the phone and rushed back to my bedroom. Only to find Becca passed out on my bed with only her shirt on.
"Babe, babeeee, baby, princess, babyyyyy, sweetie, wake up." I shook her slightly trying to wake her up.
"What? What is it? What happened?" She sat up almost instantly.
"I walked away for a couple minutes and you passed out. It's not even 9 o'clock. Well I wanted to talk to you about everything that's been going on, but we can talk tomorrow."
"Sorry I got high and then tired." She stared at me sleepy eyed.
"Want me to cook something for dinner?"
"Yessss daddyyyyy please." Aw I love it when she calls me that.
"How bout sausage for dinner?" I gave her the devious smile that I knew sent butterflies through her body.
"I'd eat it." She returned the smile and leaned over to kiss me. Sticking her tounge in my mouth instantly, I sucked on it earning a slight moan from her.
Marcia's P.O.V
Besides seeing Becca on the low, me and Chris have been talking well.. fucking. He's gotta big dick but also he cares for me. He brings me flowers. He cooks for me. He has the BEST cuddles. But, I don't think we're ready to commit to a relationship.
He only comes over on the weekends when my parents are gone but, sometimes I go over to his apartment.
C😻: Can I come over tonight?
Me: Hell yeah.. Netflix and chill?
C😻: I'll bring the drugs.. see you in an hour.
Me: 😘
It was almost as if he was my boyfriend. I didn't wanna say that we're together. Besides I don't even know if he has a job. He goes to college but, I don't know where.
I took a shower, put on some shorts and a tank top with no bra, and ordered some pizza. By the time the pizza was here Chris was ringing my door bell.
"Hey Mamacita." He walked inside and kissed me instantly.
"Hey papí. You look worried.. wanna talk about it?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed another kiss on his cheek, hoping he'd confess what was running through his mind.
"Uhh just something happened at work.. nothing important for you to worry about babe."
"Work? I thought you didn't work.. just went to school.." I removed my arms from his neck. Now I was utterly confused.
"Oh I thought you knew since Becca's your friend and Anthony..." His words trailed off.
" What about Anthony? And you're really bad at not acting suspicious. What is your job? I don't know what our relationship is whether we're friends, fuck buddies, possible boyfriend/girlfriend sorta deal.. but I need to know what's up."
I walked into my kitchen to find alcohol. I bent down in the cabinet to see what my drinking options are.
"I-I'm in a.... Gang." He stumbled over his own words.
I stood up faster than you could say speedy Gonzalez. "I'm sorry. But, did you just say a gang?" He nodded as his response.
"Wh-what? Why? So you're telling me that you're apart of a gang and so is Anthony?" He nodded again, still keeping his mouth shut.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FUCKING STUPUD ASS BITCH!!!!" I pushed him out my front door.
What a stupid asshole? I should have never invited him to my house. He could be some gang murder or some shit. And after everything that Becca's gone through in the last week... This will be the last thing she wants to here.
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