Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 34

Grace

It didn't take Alessio's men very long to clean up the man's body in the kitchen. Lorenzo left about 10 minutes ago to help clean up the bodies around the house, and he just now came back dressed in grey suit. My guess, he had to change from all the blood that probably got on his old clothes. Alessio left earlier to his study saying he needed to make some calls; which, left me alone downstairs in the kitchen, still in his shirt, and still holding the gun tightly in my hands.

I see Lorenzo walk over to me and he holds out something in his hand. An apple. "Take it," he tells me. "You look a little pale."

I grab the apple and finally set down the gun on the table. "Well, considering I haven't eaten in two days could be one of the reasons I look pale," I tell him. I take a bite out of the apple and just keep quiet. I didn't feel like talking about what I did, even with Lorenzo.

As I'm finishing the apple, I hear the front door open and hear multiple people speaking all at once. I glance at Lorenzo, but he's already half way out the kitchen. I get up from the table and take a peak around the corner so I can see. I notice five men I have never seen before all dressed professionally. When they notice Lorenzo, they all greet him and shake hands.

"Benvenuto, amici miei." Still keeping out of sight, I turn my head to the stairs and see Alessio walking down now dressed in three piece navy blue suit. What the heck? Were we going to the dead men's funerals? No. Then, why I am still dressed like that girl in the movies your brother would bring home at night only for you to find her in the morning looking for breakfast food? I see the men at the door acknowledge his presence and address him respectfully.

"Why have you called us here so late in the day, Alessio?" I turn my head to the man who spoke. He had an English accent, grey eyes, a five o'clock shadow along his jawline, and chestnut hair. Wait, did he say late? I look behind me at the microwave and the time reads fifteen until seven. What the hell?! Where did the day go?

"Yes," another man spoke up. This one was American, he had honey colored eyes, a clean shaven face, and blond hair. They all looked very attractive like people described in a romantic novel. Plus, they all looked under 30. "Also, why have us dress up this late anyway?" The blond finishes saying.

"It looks like a complete shit show went down here, boss." Someone else says.

"You could say that," Alessio speaks up and looks slightly in my direction. My eyes go wide, and before I can retreat back into the kitchen, Alessio grabs my arm and pulls me from my hiding spot.

A slight yelp escapes me when I feel his arm snake around my waist holding me close to him. I stand wide eyed in front of the five new men not saying anything. I see them look at me not sure what to think of this and not sure what to say either; then, I see them looking confused at Alessio. Lorenzo is just standing there with his arms crossed smirking. What a lovable, stupid jerk.

I feel Alessio lean down to my height and whispers in my ear, "Say hello, Grace." I feel his arm move away from my waist to my back trailing up and down it. What a fucking tease. I scoff at him then feel his hand grab my ass and squeeze it. I feel myself go red with embarrassment. "I said," he leans in closer, "say hello."

I see him pull away from me, but his hand now remains on the small of my back. I clear my throat, "Hello, everyone." I say rather quietly. "I-my name is Grace and I was the cause of this 'shit show'." I hear Lorenzo start laughing and I look at Alessio only to see him smirking now.

"Lorenzo, get everyone in the cars," Alessio says. "I'll explain everything once we get to the restaurant." Everyone leaves to their cars leaving me and Alessio alone.