Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 11

Grace

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

I keep watching the clock on the wall as the seconds tick by. My are eyes following the hand around and around; I feel like Anna from 'Frozen'.

I am still in the room, still sitting in the chair at the edge of the table, still looking at a bunch of prying eyes waiting for me to say something.

I clear my throat before saying, "Well, aren't you all just so welcoming. This has been I lovely two minutes of silence but just one question: Can I go now?!" I turn my head to face Mr. Romano. "I'd like my stuff back please."

"No. What were you doing outside that door?"

"Ah, he speaks." I lean back in the chair not breaking eye contact. I don't know why, but I feel extra ballsy this morning. Probably because it's too early and my brain hasn't register that I'm talking back to a freaking mobster. "What do you think I was doing? I was looking for my missing contact like I said. No, wait, I have a good one: I was slaying the freaking magic dragon." I start laughing. Suddenly his hands hit the table making me shut up and sober up out of my ballsy moment.

"Miss. Collins, I suggest that you don't give me any smart ass remarks right now. I am not in a very forgiving mode this morning." He gives me a glare.
If looks could kill I'd be six feet under.

"When are you ever in a forgiving mood?" I replied under my breath so he couldn't hear me.

He continues speaking. "Let's start with a more simpler question then," he says, "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

I sit upright in my chair and fiddle with my fingers like I always do when I'm nervous. "My grandfather taught me how to fight." I state proudly.

"Your grandfather?" This time it's someone new in the room who speaks up. This guy had an accent I couldn't quite place in my mind, he was the only blonde in the room, he also had chestnut brown eyes, and a scar right above his left eyebrow. Judging by is appearance, I'd say he was 27. I've always been good at telling ages and remembering people's appearances. He looks my way and speaks again, "You said you learned your fighting from your grandfather. Was he ex-military or something?"

"No," my grandfather was always skeptical about his past but I never questioned him about it. "He told me he was a boxer back in the day, and he taught me a few things. Some things I taught myself but that's it." I'm not mentioning that my grandfather is dead. Hell, I barely know this man and I'm not fixing to tell him my whole life story.

"How do we even know you are telling the whole truth?" Antonio says while giving me a glance. "Who knows, you could have been in on what happened last night."

"How the hell could I have known what was going to happen? If I wasn't standing outside the door, Lorenzo could have been target practice. God, for a bunch of mafia men you don't have your priorities straight." I then realize what I just said; I just gave away what I knew about them. The only information had on them just came out of my mouth.

Oh fudge.

"What did you just say?" Mr. Romano's voice fills my ears.

I take a deep breath. "What?" I scoff and give my best fake laugh ever. "No, no, I said nothing. Ha ha. Let's forget I was ever talking. I mean what do I know? I'm just a dumb girl, heh..." I bite my lip to try and keep calm. I look down at my fingertips as I hear his footsteps start to get closer to me. He stops right at my chair. That's it I'm dead; I'm going to die right now.

"Look at me, Miss. Collins. Now!"

I don't move my head. No, I can't move my head. I'm paralyzed with fear. Fear that I had thought I had buried many years ago. Fear of going through what happened in my past....that feeling of going through what already happened before.

I feel tears start to trickle in my eyes. They start to burn and build up waiting for me to blink so that they could fall. I hadn't cried in such a long time it almost felt foreign.

I hear Mr. Romano tell me to look at him once more but it sounds muffled against my ears. All the memories come flooding back into a pool of tragedy and sorrow. I just pray, that this time, this man doesn't turn the other way and allow my past to coming crashing back to me sucking me into an empty hole of despair and death. Unless he kills me before it can.

I feel his hand grasp my chin pulling my head up for me to look at him. My watery eyes meet his ice cold ones. He stares at me for a moment almost as if he's studying me. Something flashes in his eyes then it's gone just as quickly as it came. Almost as if he felt sorry for me which I know isn't true. He let's go of my chin and walks over to Lorenzo whispering something to him.

I let out a small whimper keeping my tears held in. The whole room falls silent. Mr. Romano looks at me once more and then walks out of the room.

What the hell just happened?

Through my blurry vision I see Lorenzo get up out of his chair and walk over towards me. I feel him grab my hand and help me out of the chair.

"Come on, Grace," he says to me. "Let's take you back upstairs, okay?" He leads me out of the room to the stairs and back up to the room where I woke up.

"He's going to kill me, isn't he?" I break the silence as Lorenzo opens the door. "I found out and I just couldn't keep my mouth shut."

"To be honest, Grace," Lorenzo tells me. "Alessio has done many things and is many things: Crude, arrogant, a killer, evil. But there is one thing he will never do. He won't ever lay a hand on a woman, no matter who she is. I promise you, you are safe right now."

"How do you know that, Lorenzo? How do you know I won't be swallowed by a shadow called death?" My voice cracks as I'm trying to talk, and my eyes burn from the tears I'm still keeping at bay.

"Because I know Alessio, and you saved my life. I'd be damned if I let something happen to you."

We finally walk inside the room.

"Wait here for now, Grace," Lorenzo tells me. "I'll be back for you soon. Just take some time to cool off." He turns to leave.

"Wait, Lorenzo." I walk to him and wrap my arms around him. "Thank you for being my only friend here." I feel him hug back.

"I promise you, Grace, I'm not your only friend. You probably just don't see it yet."

What, or more importantly who, is he talking about?

He leaves me alone in the room, and I climb into the bed and under the covers. How could my life go from being as normal and as shitty as it could be to it now being more hectic than the Kardashian's? 

I let out a shaky breath as I start to drift off to sleep. As I'm closing my eyes, I fell a single tear fall down my cheek and onto the covers.
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Hey, my lovelies!

So that was chapter 11, pretty intense if you ask me. I'm currently on a small vacation so updated my be a little slow until Monday. Please understand :)

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-Lily
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