Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 22

Grace

"New York, New York. It's a heck of a town but Sicily is better!" I sing/scream at the top of my lungs as I begin to pack up my luggage. About two days ago Alessio announced that we would be traveling back to New York because his "business" was dealt with here. Whatever the hell that meant. I still would attend meetings with him, and take notes, and be his good little secretary. Ha! Why do I feel that would change real soon?

My bruises from the run in with the prick of an Englishman have finally started to heal over. Alessio hasn't spoken to me much ever since I told him what happened, and only talks to me when he needs things. All I ever remember him saying is that he would find whoever did this to me. I'm beginning to think he just says those things to shut me up sometimes. Nor have we spoken about that night when he came to "visit" with me. Nevertheless, not much as changed. Lorenzo has been his same lovable, stupid self, and Antonio is still a dick despite how much he tries to get on my good side.

"Grace! Move your sweet ass we need to get going."

"I'm coming! Shut up and don't rush me, Enzo."

My door creeks open and Lorenzo pops his head inside. "Since you called me Enzo, I'll give you two more more minutes to get your lovely little self, and your lovely ass, downstairs."

"Well hello, Grace. Good morning to you, too, Grace," I say sarcastically.

"Ha ha," he dryly laughs. "Two minutes." He leaves my room.

I just roll my eyes, shut my suitcase, and follow after him.

"Last one in the car is rotten egg," I tell him. I run right past him and towards the big SUV in the driveway. When I'm almost there, I feel a tug on my shirt collar and I'm thrown backwards onto my back. I look up to see a smug Lorenzo laughing down at me. "That's cheating!"

"Does...it look like...I care?" He says between laughs then walks away leaving me on the ground.

I get up off the ground and climb into the car. The driver starts the car and we begin driving to the airport. "You know," I begin to say, "you just took advantage of a crippled woman." I point to my faded black eye.

He scoffs, "Please, that thing is nothing compared to my battle scars. I bet that's the first time you've ever had one."

I just give a small smile and turn away to the window. "Yeah," I say. "You're probably right, but people say the biggest scars are the ones that run real deep. So deep that people pretty much forget that they're there until they are reminded of them." What I said was more true than he'll ever know.

"Damn, Shakespeare. I didn't know you thought like that; I thought you were just some badass chick with a sarcastic attitude," he finishes. We both bust out laughing.

"Hey, where's Alessio? I knew something was missing when I didn't wake up to 'Miss. Collins do this and Miss. Collins I need that'," I say, mocking his Italian accent.

"Him and Antonio are meeting us at the airport."

"What? Why did we all not leave at the same time?" I ask confused. It would have been much easier.

"Well," Lorenzo starts and clears his throat. "They got up to leave around six in the morning."

"So?" I say. "I would have still gotten up. What aren't you telling me?"

"Umm..."

"Enzo!" I say firmly then raise an eyebrow.

"He wanted to let you sleep," he tells me. "He didn't want to wake you up."