Quickly trying to hide my sudden fear of him I whispered. "Nice to meet you." fear clenched at my heart, as the rest of my body heated up from the lust filled, hungry look he was giving me. What kind of situation did I just walk myself into? How did...
Thankful doesn't even begin to describe how I felt when Marco had received an important call during the Mayor's speech and had to leave, instructing Sev to make sure that I was escorted home safely. It honestly felt like a godsend that he was a busy mob boss and I didn't have to be trapped in the backseat of his car with him so that he could ask the numerous questions that he had been silently demanding with his attentive blue eyes as soon as he saw me texting on my phone.
By the time Sev, Richie and I walked through the front door of my house Kieran's contact had sent me a text with the information for my first match. This following Thursday night at the abandoned railroad yard in Midtown, closer to the Irish side then the Italian. It also stated to be there before midnight with a two thousand dollar buy-in, my own Kevlar vest, hand gun and that no semiautomatic weapons were permitted.
At Sunday mass the next morning, I prayed for the strength and determination to get through the things that were bordering on betrayal I was doing to pay back the attractive mobster. I also prayed for forgiveness for all the lies and deceit I had and will have to continue to use with those I love and care for as well as for all my past, present and definitely future sins.
I avoided seeing the handsome devil at church, since he likes to sit alone up in the balcony and I was able to get out of going to lunch with Zia Teresa, Marco, Sev and little Carmine letting them know I was feeling lightheaded and nauseous but suggested Mialena and Tony still go without me, apparently Zio Carmine had gone to Italy with my father or my father went with him, either way I was growing increasingly unhappy with all the things my father conveniently forgot or refused to share with me.
Sev had Richie take me home and keep watch over me, since he most definitely did not trust me, not that he should. As soon as we walked in the door, I went straight upstairs to my room and locked the door, stripped out of my church clothes and got comfortable in my baggy worn-out pair of black sweat pants and an old, gray t-shirt, before reluctantly heading toward my closet, removing the few items littering the floor and kneeled in front of the loose floorboards in the back.
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Blowing out an agitated breath, I removed the boards and pulled out three black canvas bank bags with locks that held a little under two hundred thousand dollars between them, money that I had worked hard for, earned with my own blood, sweat and tears so that I could fund Mia and Tony with whatever futures they wanted, money that I was now using to pay back my father's debt to Marco freaking Greco.
Suppressing the growl of agitation in my throat I set the bags aside and next pulled out the bulky, black garbage bag at the bottom of the open space. Hesitating for just a moment, I bit my lip and asked myself if I was really ready to plunge back into my past, to unbury a part of myself that I had hidden away for the last two years of my life. Shaking my head, I stood and laid the bundle on my bed and stepped back to stare at the shiny, black plastic as if it held the key to my survival in this fucked-up situation or my inevitable doom.
