Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 13

Grace

Don't you just love mornings?

That moment you step outside and feel the sun hit your face as slight breeze in the air moves through your hair. You can smell the fresh air and hear all the different sounds of the city. It's so nice....

Yeah, nice if you were living in a fantasy. I'm currently downtown trying to get some shopping done, since I will be living with a certain mafia asshole and company, and so far I have almost been run over, my nostrils have the smell of cheep booze and smoke in them, and I've gotten cussed out by two different drunk men. Come on people, it's eight in the morning!

Oh, did I forget to mention that I've been up since five-freaking-o'clock! I was woken up by Lorenzo telling me I had to make breakfast by six o'clock because Mr. Romano had to leave by that time.

So, I managed to pull myself out of bed and go cook breakfast. I'm guessing Mr. Romano wasn't a very talkative person towards me this morning. Well, he never really is which surprises me because I'm an amazing person to talk to.

He came downstairs dressed in a navy blue tailored, Armani suit, his jet black hair gelled to perfection, and you could notice a stubble staring grow on his could-cut-diamonds jawline. How could someone so handsome on the outside be an asshole on the inside?

I'll never understand why men are pricks.

He ate is breakfast in silence, and when he was finished he only spoke to Lorenzo, handed him a platinum card, then he left.

That's when Lorenzo told me that I got to go into town to pick out some clothes. That immediately woke me up. I'm never one to turn down new outfits.

Which brings me right back to where I started. The only downside to this experience of leaving the house, is that I'm not alone. I have Lorenzo and this dude, who's name I don't care to remember, trailing behind me.

So much for thinking I would be going out on my own.

However, Lorenzo, bless his little heart, was dumb enough to let me be in charge of Mr. Romano's platinum card. Heh, heh, I'm going to have so much fun with this little piece of plastic today. There is just one little flaw in my master plan: I don't know how I'm going to get rid of Tweedle dee and Tweedle dum.

"Uh, Grace," Lorenzo catches up with me, and taps my shoulder. "You have passed about five perfectly good stores and have not even gone into one. I don't mean to sound rude, but could you hurry the hell up? Some of us don't want to babysit your ass all damn day. If I could, I would let you go on your own, but Alessio said if I let you out of my sight he would cut off my dick"

Ding, ding, ding.

I just got the most brilliant idea ever.

Sorry, Lorenzo, you may be my only friend, and your dick my be in danger, but I need some alone time away from you and creeper boy. Time to put on a show.

"Ow!" I clutch ahold of my stomach and lean downwards. This is going to be good.

"Grace? Grace, what's wrong?! Oh, please don't die on my watch I'll never hear the end of it."

"I'm not dying you idiot. I think, I think it's just cramps."

"What? Like in your foot or something?"

I'm trying my best to contain my laughter.

"No! Ow!" I lean over some more. "The other kind of cramps, Lorenzo."  I look up and see him trying to think of what I'm talking about. All of a sudden, it clicks for him, and his face is priceless.