Why Don't You Like Me?

She tried to force down the panic at his words. She was acting stupid because her body was responding to the man in front of her and slapping the Don was likely a huge faux pas. She’d just hit the head of the Allegretti family, so she played tougher and looked him right in the eyes, “I’ll break those fingers if you touch the dish ahead of dinner.”

“She’ll do it too,” Orion giggled, “once at the club a man came to pick on one of the girls and Aunt Sasha hit him with a chair. It was the funniest thing I ever saw.”

“You weren’t supposed to ever talk about it again. What happens in Gina’s?”

“Stays at Gina’s,” he waved at Rin, “but he’s Sonny’s grandson. It’s different.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is,” Orion argued, “Sonny keeps secrets so Rin can keep secrets.”

“You hit someone with a chair?” Rin went back to Orion’s story.

“Right over the head!” Orion erupted in giggles. “The man fell to the floor like a rag doll.” He demonstrated by falling off the chair and landing to the floor in