The Mafia Boss Plaything

Chapter 8: Tattletale.

JULIA’S POV

“open the damn door Julia.” the knocking persists.

I groan and roll out of bed. Who knocks at someone’s door at an ungodly hour as this for Christ’s sake??!

“open the damn door bitch.”

“i am going to kill you Andrea.!!!.” I scream at her and open the door.

There is she standing and looking very smug for someone that just disrupted my sleep.

“why are you here so early?? can’t I get a good night rest without you or that psycho Marcel ruining my morning??.” I tell her with a groan of annoyance.

“i heard that….” it comes from behind me.

“ohh...you are here too… is something going on?? is everything good??” I ask them both in concern.

“No… why??” Andrea asks me

“I don’t know… why else would the both of you be here so damn early??” I ask them both.

Marcel gets inside and shuts the door behind him.

He is smiling at me and holding up a box of doughnuts and Andrea is holding three cups of coffee.

“Marcel you had better have a good reason… for christ’s sake it is too early to deal with the both of you.” I tell them both.

“Julie baby girl. It is eight.” he shakes his head and starts making himself comfortable.

“that’s early to some people.” I say indignantly.

I just sigh and stalk to the kitchen to bring napkins. There’s nothing I say that’ll make these ones leave and the sleep has left my eyes anyways.

And the delicious smell of donuts and the addictive aroma of coffee is not going to make me sleep till I have gotten them into my stomach anyways.

“so….. tell me Julie baby… I heard you met Sergio Costello….. how did that happen??” Marcel asks me as I walk into the living room.

Not this right now. I can’t do this right now.

I could not sleep all through the night and when I finally slept my dreams were filled with a blue eyed man. And this time I was not just naked but he was also naked.

“you told him about that already?? I just told you about that last night...” I groan.

“oh come baby...” he starts.

“we met up this morning and I filled him on it while we walked here. You know I can’t keep things in when he turns those his southern charms on me..” she protests.

I roll my eyes.

“He is not southern..!!” I tell them both.

He just shrugs his shoulders and she smiles.

“both of you are silly.” I tell them.

We all dig into the donuts and drink our coffee.

I know they are both waiting for me to tell them about what happened to me last night and I intentionally bite down on my food. Stalling and taking time. They look at me expectantly and I just chew away.

“Julia ….”

“what???...” I ask. Intentionally looking clueless.

“what do you want me to tell you again?? I thought Andrea have told you everything already??” I ask them smugly.

“oh darn it. But you it’s better if we hear it straight from the horses mouth.” Marcel adds.

“okay okay… enough whining and settle down jeeezz. This sudden interest in my life is amusing and at the same time annoying.” I add.

“well that’s because you never have anything interesting going on anyways..” Andrea snickers.

“true.” Marcel adds.

“enough of that now, do you want to hear it or not..??” I ask them.

Andrea’s brown doe eyes open widely as she nods her head, her brown curls bobbling, Marcel’s blue eyes sparkle brightly in intrigue.

“You know I have been busy with school this week and that’s because our finals is approaching quickly. Our professor gave us this assignment. The assignment is basically to go to a landmark that still has its prehistoric structure standing and critically examine it, finding out what brought about the eventual ruin or decline and how it could have been prevented and what is left of the structure that can still be used……..” I look at the both of them and they are looking at me clueless and in confusion.

“okay…. Let me cut straight to the interesting part..” I say.

“wheeww.. thank God.. for a minute there we lost her.” Marcel whispers to Andrea who nods her head vehemently.

I ignore them and continue.

“so I was in this warehouse, I’ll have both of you know that the old warehouse used to be a convent and they helped housing refuges and treating wounded soldiers during the war.” I look from one face to the other.

They both look at each other and nod dramatically.

I nearly smile at how silly they act sometimes.

“so, just as I was about to start taking pictures of what I needed I heard a noise and suddenly I hear voices and there are men dressed in black with guns. I looked for somewhere to hide so I can see what the ruckus was about. Their dressing and the fact that they were a lot of them nearly gave them away that they were the Costellos. What gave them up was when the man strapped to the chair said the name out. that’s when I knew. I begged God to let me live. I thought they were going to find me and kill me. Dios moi. I was so scared if I was wearing pants… I would have peed them.” I tell them.

“wait….. back up a bit there sugar…. You didn’t say anything about a man being strapped to any chair..” Andrea looks very interested in the left out part.

Fuck… I didn’t want to tell them about it because telling them that I saw Sergio Costello is enough to put them and their families at risk.

“okay…. I could not see much from where I was cowering but I think he was strapped onto a chair. They talked to him for a while and after that I didn’t hear anything again.” I tell them and look back at my doughnut. I take a huge bite and hope they buy my answer.

Marcel is looking at me with those his all seeing eyes.  

“argghh!! don’t keep us waiting..!!!” Marcel whines like a toddler.

“okay. Now the good stuff. Did you see his face? What was he like?? his men… I hear they rain down like the fiery night??..” his eyes get larger and larger with each question that he asks.

“i don’t understand….” I burst into laughter. They both look at me like I have lost my damn mind. With obvious disbelief. It is apparent that they want me to really answer that question.

“for real??” I ask them.

“Well duh!” Andrea says.

“Okay. Yes. I am saying this for the last time. He held a gun or told one of his men to hold a gun to my face and then he let me go. Yes, I saw him up close. He is as terrifying as the media says he is. But not in an ugly obvious way. You can see it in his eyes that he knows many thing and have seen a lot of evil. There is a darkness about him, you can feel it. that’s how I know he is dangerous.

“well…. f**k. that’s so deep.” Marcel curses.

It snaps me out of my daze.

“what was that?” I ask.

“i said what you said about him was deep jeezz. I only wanted to know if he is as good looking as the media portray him to be or they do that because they are scared of his family?” he asks again.

“oh trust me. He doesn’t need to pay money for anyone to sing his praises. He really Is as good looking as they make him out to be.” I tell them.

Andrea swoons and sighs dreamily.

“ohh. You are so damn lucky. The only time I saw him was about eight years ago before dad sent me to the states to study. I can’t remember exactly what he looked like but I know all the girls in our class had crushes on him and why not? He was good in sports, very attractive and all very charming. I even had a little thing for him at some point actually. But from the magazines I say he has grown into quite the hunk.” she sighs again.

It makes me cringe that she is picturing him right now in her head and God knows the filthy scenarios she’s spinning together.

“no for real now. He is not someone that should be romanticized. He is dangerous and he held a gun to my head. I thought he was going to kill me. I swear. It might be a good story for guys but it was a real traumatic experiences for me.” I tell them.

I take a sip out of my coffee.

“yeah babe. You are right. I didn’t think of that. I am sorry you went through that.” Marcel says and comes to my side. He hugs me and his familiar scent comforts me. He smells like sweat and that his rich ass perfume. Sweet and nice.

“i am sorry too baby girl.” Andrea says to me. She looks remorseful and I give her a smile telling her I am good.