Luca Bonanno

Chapter 2

I get home to find mom setting our dining room table with beautiful golden china. I can smell the soup cooking from the door. She wears a nice tight fitting grey dress. I can see in my dads office. He wears a nice suit, with polished shoes, that shine from the light of the window. My mother rushes me upstairs where pretty navy dress lays on my bed with heels and makeup.

She tugs and pulls on strands of hair, making them curl exactly how she wants. She practically wrestled me with mascara and lipgloss.

I confidently walk down the stairs in my heels but when the door opens I get a glance at Luca and almost fall. My mom grabs me before anyone notices.

Who must be Lucas mother and father stand at our door. Luca makes eye contact with me for a split second but focuses back on his phone. Probably work. He has straight black hair and pretty brown eyes. His jawline, oh his jawline, is unexplainable. He looks like a model. He has short stubs that shade his jaw.

My dad introduces me, snapping me out of my day dreaming.

"This is Gianna, my daughter." He waves his hand towards me. My siblings already sit at the table. My mother directs the Bonanno's to the table. Name cards at each plate.

Dad. Mom. Mrs. Bonanno. Mr. Bonanno. Luca.... Gianna.

Seriously mom. Smh.

I try my hardest to sit down carefully but end up almost falling. Luckily Stefano catches me on my right. Anna and Alex can't stop giggling.

Heels. More like hell.

Our parents crack jokes for half of the dinner. Luca just keeps his eyes focused on his plate.

He almost catches me staring at him but I quickly change my line of focus to something behind him.

My siblings giggle and whisper, I have to quietly snap at them. I almost see a hit of smile on Lucas face.

"So, Gianna, what is your favorite hobby?" Mr. Bonanno asks. Everyone stares at me, even Luca looks up. My mom mouths me to smile while Stefano nudges me to sit up straight. My father just stares at me. I can't quite read him, but it almost looks as if he is frustrated they are actually talking to me.

"Cross country." I answer plain and simple. I leave it at that and my mother desperately try's to keep the conversation going.

"She's very good at it. She got 2nd once." She scrambles.

"Only Second."My dad grumbles. The table goes silent for a little but Stefano breaks it.

"Least she has a possible career in something other than killing people." He mumbles. My dads anger rises, luckily Mr. Bonanno asks another question.

"Have any talents?" He asks referring to ability's in the field.

"Unarmed combat." My mother answers dryly, giving up on holding the conversation.

"We'd like to see you train some day," he smiles weirdly at me.

"Yes, well we were gonna actually train later tonight," my dad offers.

Fucking asshole. That little bitch. Pussy ass of a dad.

"Oh great, if you wouldn't mind?" He turns to me. Actually asking ME. My dad doesn't seem too happy about this and answers for me.

"No WE wouldn't."

I run upstairs and put on some exercising clothes.

When I come back downstairs everyone has left except for Stefano and Luca.