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He was trying to piss me off now, I knew it. Why else would he have made me sit next to Sienna and Lorenzo? Well, I was directly next to Sienna with Lorenzo across from her and Angelo across from me but as far as I was concerned all three of them were too damn close.
Lorenzo shifted in his seat and shot me a nasty glare, "Can you stop looking at me, f**k? I might get the wrong idea," he shuddered in his seat as if I was truly that appealing to him. I rolled my eyes and shifted my focus on to the wall next to me because what the hell else was there worth looking at? I was just zoning out, I wasn't even meaning to look at him. He wished I was.
I wanted to know why my mom showed up but I didn't know whether I should try to ask Sienna or Angelo about it. I had this sneaky suspicion that neither one of them would have given me a straight answer but I needed to know. I turned to Sienna because she was closer and was also less likely to murder me, "Why was mom here?" I whispered but noted that both Angelo and Lorenzo were now staring at me.
She looked at me for the briefest of moments before turning away again, "It doesn't matter, Chloe. Mind your own business."
"It is my business. She's my mom and I haven't seen her in a long time."
"Yeah well who's fault is that?" She suddenly became bitter. "You've had more than one opportunity to reconnect with her but you haven't. You're just so content with listening to dad and Violet all the time."
I opened my mouth to speak but quickly snapped it shut again. What was there to say to that? She wasn't wrong. My dad strongly advised staying away from my mom and I trusted him too much to ever question his decisions. Literally nothing could ever change my mind about her, certainly not Sienna.
"Yeah, exactly," she said. "You don't think for yourself. That's why you're here in the first place."
"Silenzio," Angelo said with just the right amount of authority in his voice. "I'm not going to listen to you two fight this whole time."
I watched as Lorenzo and Sienna both gave each other knowing looks before unfastening their seatbelts and getting up from their seats. I didn't care where they were going, I was just glad they were gone and I bet Angelo was too.
"Your sister thought for some reason that we would be willing to take your mother along with us," he said, shocking me. He didn't have to explain anything to me, but he was. "Your sister has a bad drug problem and I blame Lorenzo for that one hundred percent but I'm sure it didn't help that your mother was already an addict. The three of them are really close, it's almost disgusting."
Excuse me? What?
"How do you know that?" I could barely get the words out. There was no way Sienna was addicted to drugs, we weren't raised like that.
"We live in the same house, amore," he said the words with a cheeky grin, causing my stomach to knot. Amore? I knew what that meant, I wasn't clueless. "I know everything."
"Umm...nope. Don't call me that."
Sicko.
"Fine...criceta."
"What the f**k does that mean?"
"Hamster."
Oh that's really cute. I wasn't even going to ask why that was the first name he thought of when he looked at me. It was probably something degrading. "I'm not talking to you anymore."
"Perfect. That's exactly what I was hoping for," he said right before sticking his AirPods into his ears.
Excuse me while I go end myself.
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I didn't know where we were because Angelo refused to tell me anything or even talk to me at all for that matter. Everyone had pretty much parted ways as soon as the plane unloaded. I knew Luca and Dom were going to take Lilly to a hotel and nothing else other than that. Sienna and Lorenzo just kind of dipped, I don't even think they told Angelo where they were going.
"This place is sketchy as hell," I said while wandering behind Angelo as he lead us through Italy's version of The Projects. All of the houses were joined together in some way or another and looked really run down.
Why was a mafia boss taking me here? Oh my god, maybe he was finally going to kill me. No one would say anything if he just paid them a little bit of money and he knew it.
I started to walk slower, the distance between us getting bigger and bigger. Part of me thought that he wouldn't notice but I honestly couldn't say as though I was surprised when he turned around. "Why are you walking so slow, amore? Don't even try to run. No one here will save you."
I wondered why and made a note to come back to it later, "Where are we going? Why am I here?" It was weird to me that he was taking me on as a responsibility instead of throwing me off on Luca or something like he did with Lilly.
"Why would I trust anyone to watch you when you tricked my best man into letting you run away? You're a high risk to my business and I sadly learned that the hard way."
I just looked at him for a second without saying anything, before he turned and started walking again. I regrettably followed, "Ok, but where are we going? This place seems like it wouldn't meet your standards."
"Home," he said simply before turning and walking up freshly stained porch steps. This house seemed to be better kept than the other ones around it but it still didn't look good. I stood next to Angelo as he tried to twist the door open and it didn't budge. "Cazzo..." he took his phone out of his pocket before pressing it to his ear and waiting for whoever he was calling to answer.
It seemed like it was ringing forever before someone answered and he went off in his native language on them so I couldn't understand a word. Within seconds the front door swung open and a younger girl with dark hair and a friendly face stepped out. "Where's your key, Gelo?" She asked, her accent thick but still understandable. She then glanced over to me and became slightly stiff, "chi è lei?" (Who is she)
"This is Chloe. Chloe this is Domenica, my sister," he said before grabbing my hand and pulling me into the house and then instantly letting me go.
Domenica closed the door and turned to me, "You look very familiar. Is she famous, Angelo? I think I've seen you on tv or a magazine." She probably had seen me on tv recently because there was no doubt in my mind that I was now a missing person. I bet Angelo wouldn't tell her that though. "Where's mamma?"
"She took a different plane. She'll be here tomorrow."
She nodded and started to head down the small hallway, "Buona notte."
"Goodnight," Angelo said back quietly before dropping the duffel bag he was holding and sitting down on the couch.
"This is weird. I don't want to stay here. I don't feel comfortable."
I watched him roll his eyes away from me as if I wouldn't have seen it, "You're not comfortable here? But you'd be fine sleeping in some hotel room with men you don't even know? Where's your logic?"
I yanked a chair out from behind the small dining table and put it in the middle of the room before sitting down. "Why are we even in Italy? I want to go home!"
It didn't look like he could have been any more upset with me in that moment as he leaned forward, his elbows resting lazily on his knees, "You're not going home," he enunciated each word very slowly. "So just stop thinking about it. You're going to be a part of us now whether you like it or not and if you try anything, I will kill you and everyone you drag into this."
His words scared me because he was deathly serious, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that so I got up, grabbed a throw pillow off the couch and went to lay down in the corner of the room.
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