The Mafia Boss Plaything

Chapter 6: Fake friends.

First it’s going to put her at risk and then I don’t know how she’s going to react to the whole incident of me getting naked in his office thing.

She’s going to freak out and probably tell her older brother and Antonio is going to tell all the other brothers and it’s going to blow out of proportion and be a big mess of things. If they try to defend my honor and go against the Costello family they are going to be crushed. I can’t let that happen. It is over and done and all I want to do is forget this night happened.

“so…. He just let you go like that?” she asks skeptically.

“yeah. Not before he had his men search me, my bag and my phone to make sure I wasn’t an actual spy before he let me go though.” I add.

“f**k. So he actually had his men search you?? I am sure you must have been terrified out of your mind.” she says sympathetically.

“oh Andrea.. you should have seen me. I was crying and shaking. All terrified. I thought he was going to kill me for sure.” I reply.

“omigod. Thank God you’re safe. He is not a man you want to cross paths with. You remember the man they found drown in the lake last week?? dad said he was doing a bit of dirty work for the Costellos, he stole from them and then next morning he was found dead, a bullet in his brain.” she says like she’s telling a scary story.

“huh.” that’s a lot similar to what I saw this evening.

“Thank God you are okay. Now tell me, is he as hot as the pictures in the pictures in the papers…?.” she asks.

“Andrea Maria Hugo..!! that’s the last thing going through my mind when I have a gun shoved up in my face.” I tell her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That was inappropriate.” she hurriedly say and it brings out a chuckle from me.

“But seriously tell me. You didn’t get a tiny peak at him??” she asks hopefully.

“well….. I did and those covers do not do him any justice.” I tell her and she squeals.

she’s such a fan girl.

“he is really hot, he has hair as dark as coffee. His eyes are startling blue like ice and his face is like that of an Adonis god.” I add breathlessly.

“oh wow. that’s interestingly descriptive.” I know her eyebrows are raised now.

“does someone have a crush on mister dangerous and sexy?.” she asks.

“what? Whattt?? no! Definitely no. come on now he has a gun to my head….. nah.” I say.

“I mean… you got intense describing there for a minute… it is not a bad thing.. a little Stockholm syndrome to spice up your boring life.” she adds.

“oh my god Andrea. I don’t have a crush on him. I was just stating a fact that’s all. We all know he is hot. I mean.. and I don’t live a boring life.” I protest indignantly.

“sure babe. Whatever you say.” she snickers.

“i mean I do stuffs.” I protest.

“Babe, if you call laying down in bed and binge watching the originals is your idea of living then you’re living it up then. Because you can lie to yourself but not me. When was the last time you got dressed up and went out to have a good time?”

‘well, I will have you know that the Originals never get old. Its a classic. And I might not go out exactly because I enjoy my own company more..” I tell her.

That’s the truth. Since when I got to Italy the most I have gone out with people is going to Nana’s place for dinner and hang out with the family. that’s the most. I have not tried the party scene exactly and I don’t know what to expect.

‘you know how school and work has got me… my schedule doesn’t give me more time and on my off days all I want to do is catch up with sleep, chores and my movies.” I tell her.

“i know Mia. I know how busy you get but how are you going to enjoy your youth and meet a cute guy if you don’t ever go out… anyways you have to go out with me soon. Gabriela's birthday party is coming up soon and you’re going to go with me.” she tells me.

I groan.

‘I heard that!!” she shouts.

“Of course you did, I did it loud.” I chime back at her.

“Shut up b***h. You are coming with me. Maybe you’ll meet someone there who knows, many cute guys out there for the taking.” she says.

“damn…. You know….”

She doesn’t even let me finish.

“girl I know you’ll rather not go but I need you there with me as emotional support. And it’s a good opportunity for you to go out and meet people.” she ends.

“okay okay. I’ll go with you. Stop hounding me.” I tell her.

“thank you. Oh we are going to have so much fun. Yayyy. Do you have something to wear?? don’t worry about it, we are going to go shopping…...” she squeals some more.

“yayyy.” I add laughing.

“this is going to be good. I’m coming mama!!! I’m on the phone with Julia..” she trails off.

“sorry babe. I have to go. Mama is calling me to come help take the food out.” she tells me.

“It’s okay babe. We can talk later okay?” I add.

“sure. I’ll text you later.” she tells me.

“bye.” she ends the call.

Gabriela Eduardo. The princess of Eduardo’s empire. An only child of Ricardo and Catherina Eduardo. She hates me and I also dislike her. Nothing exactly caused things to be salty between us. she’s just stuck up and a self-centered brat.

she’s one of Andrea’s family friends. She also comes from money and does not make me forget that I come from less. She talks about it every time we are together in the same place. It’s always the thinly veiled insults and snide remarks on my clothes, hair, shoes and even my apartment. I just tolerate her because she has known Andrea since childhood and I don’t want Andrea to have to pick a side. So I avoid going to gatherings that she’s at because even if I am very content with where I have come from till this point and the sacrifices my mum paid for me to come school in my dream country I don’t need the constant reminder that I am poor or not worth the shoes on her feet.

Now I am stuck going to the party with Andrea.

I sigh and head to the kitchen to see if there’s anything to eat before I head to bead and put this godawful day behind me.

But looking at the bright side, I can use this opportunity to unwind and have some fun. At twenty two I cannot say I have lived life to the fullest. Throughout high school I was never that student actively participating in sports or even clubs. Always with my head buried in books, babysitting for money or at home taking care of the chores and making dinner because by the time mum got home from her shift where she worked as a nurse she would be tired and I just wanted to help as much as I can. For the longest time it was me and mum against the world.

I look at the positive side of things, it won’t be all that bad. The goal is to kill the enemy with kindness and maybe she will be so happy about her birthday she might not be so mean this time.

I check the fridge and pull out the left over pizza from last night and pop it into the microwave to heat up.

I work three nights in week. that’s not including weekends. I chose the time that worked for me. My weekends are mine alone and I want to keep it that way. So I end up having just a little bit of free time for myself.

I am standing at the window. My apartment is on the third floor of this apartment complex. I can see below into the streets from my window and I see children playing. It’s night time but they are still out playing. For a poor neighborhood there is a very low crime rate here. There is still the normally stealing, mugging and petty crimes but it is relatively low.

The microwave pings signaling that my food is ready. I pull it out and pour myself some orange juice and take it to the small coffee table in my living room. I settle down and eat. My thoughts stray to the tall, intimidating man and a shiver goes through my body. He made me curious and also scared. I guess that’s the last time I am going to be seeing him, I think to myself.

Oh boy am I wrong.