The Mafia's Heir

Chapter 7

I had decided not to go to school today and stayed in bed. This morning had brought pain and headaches. The drinking I'd done had caught up to me. I had danced and talked with many of the guys and my phone was full of people I'd never see again. I'd made sure to get Mrs. Choi's number, so we could talk more outside of school. She was cool.

The moment the late afternoon sun hit my face, I knew I was in trouble. Today was Friday. What's wrong with Friday, you ask? My parents thought they were such fantastic people to choose today to pick who I'd marry. I'd somehow texted Zach that I had fun and would see him at school, but never showed up. How had I even been able to text a full sentence in my drunken state?

C-O-M-E
Let it flow, let it flow
Let it go now

I picked up my phone and answered it immediately. I really hoped it was Zach. I hadn't heard his voice for over thirteen hours and I was dying to hear him.

"Hey, baby." God, his voice was like seeing water for the first time in days. "How come you didn't show up to school today? Elias told me you never walked in with your dad."

"Ugh...Remind me never to...drink so much and think it's--think it's fine," I gasped out and rolled onto my stomach. "How are you?"

"Baby, I would have been just great, if you were here. I had to suffer a long day with all the guys assuming you were pissed at me."

"It wasn't you, Zach. I was trying to avoid Ryder and Daniel."

His laugh was music to my ears. I put him on speaker and laid my head down. I still hadn't recovered even after taking five aspirins.

"You know, I was thinking we could go somewhere and hang. You feeling okay to do that or do you need more rest?"

"More rest, but you can come over. I'm bored."

Say yes, say yes, say yes. I don't care what anyone says, I want him to come over. Mom isn't home yet and I was sure Dad wouldn't be home for another hour or two. Even then, whoever my parents chose, they wouldn't come over until my dad was home. He was scared they'd do something to me, if I was left alone with them.

Zach sighed. I could see him running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. What was he going to say? I wanted him to come by, because I just wanted to see him. Who knows when I'll ever be able to talk to him again?

"Could I?" he asked. "I don't think your dad would like that, would he?"

"How could he know? It's not like you have his class," I pointed out.

"Okay. Ten minutes tops. I just have to have Elias write me an excuse."

Elias and his secretary abilities. Sometimes I wish I was related to Elias in some way. Maybe he'd be able to save me from my dad and his ways. Or if Elias was in the mafia. Maybe I would have been able to convince him to marry me. Wouldn't that have been great? If only he wasn't the secretary. Dang it, Elias.

I hung up and went to take a real shower this time. I took my time to actually wash my hair, hoping I was getting the liquor smell out of my hair. By the time I was finished, Zach had arrived and was casually sitting on my bed.

"You have no sense of privacy, do you?" I asked.

"I mean...I'm not going to deny that," Zach said and shrugged. "At least I didn't barge in on you showering."

"Point taken."

I went into my closet to look for some decent clothes. I found some gray skinny jeans and a white tank top. To top it off, I tied a gray and black plaid shirt around my waist. I then put on my favorite pair of black Timberlands I'd gotten for Christmas two years ago. I can still remember the note from the person who sent it.