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#9: I'm Not Running
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MAFIA'S LITTLE OBSESSION #9: I'm Not Running
"Dude!" Rhys laughed, looking down at his vibrating cellphone. "You're calling me." He gave a strangled cry as I took the phone from his hand. "You are not going to answer that," he warned, his eyes jumping back and forth between me and the road."I'm not an idiot. I'm not going to tell them where we're going, I'm just going to say they don't need to worry." I nervously tapped the phone to answer, wondering if it was my mother, or worse, my father. But only my brother knew I always used my birthday year for my passcodes. "Hello?"Silence answered before a dark scoff sounded from the other end."What a coincidence," the voice made my blood go cold. "The last time I dialed this number, you weren't the one who answered."I cursed mentally and my palms began to sweat. Throwing the phone out of the car sounded ideal, just not entirely practical. Besides, I was insanely curious as to why Roman DeLuca was calling and how he had gotten my phone. If anyone should be calling, I would have figur
MAFIA'S LITTLE OBSESSION #8: This Is Clearly His Idea
Nolan “Nole” Harlow stood awkwardly in the parking lot to his old school.Around him, a couple of police officers lingered. His mother and father were standing next to him, speaking to a police officer and offering details. His mother kept repeating it wasn't like Jude to skip school. Technically, they couldn't officially file a missing-person report, but the police were here to investigate a kidnapping at the request of the infamous Harlow lawyers.What made the situation even more ironic was that Rhys was missing as well, Jude's best friend.That was all Nole needed to know. Jude hadn't been kidnapped, but rather manipulated to do something he shouldn't have done in the first place. Nearby, Rhys' parents were standing, their expressions not at all amused if not a bit daunting.Nole had been called by his hysterical mother. She had informed him that the school called and reported Jude's truancy. As it happened, Nole had been in the same car as Roman DeLuca at the time of the call. En
MAFIA'S LITTLE OBSESSION #7: I Should Have Known
I tapped my fingers against the kitchen table, engrossed in the activity of parent-watching. My father had on his typical 'absorbed-in-work-don't-interrupt' expression. His tablet was sitting on the marble counter and a pile of paper spilled from his leather briefcase. Besides my own tapping on the table, his persistent typing was the only thing breaking the silence of the kitchen.Across the table, my mother was on her phone, her brows furrowed as she composed a quick email to one of her coworkers. A plate of toast sat untouched besides her, turning as cold as my soggy waffles.Apparently neither one of them remembered my birthday. I wasn't that upset. Sooner or later they would remember, or their calendars would have 'Jude's Eighteenth Birthday' pop up on their notifications. And then the gifts would start and my mother would bake her boxed cake. Ironically, that botched cake turned out to be the highlight of my birthdays.Leaning my chin on my open palm, I stabbed the waffles. Ther
MAFIA'S LITTLE OBSESSION #6: You Have My Word
I couldn’t even find it in myself to be annoyed with her flirtatious implications when the food was right in front of me. I bit eagerly into my hamburger, nearly inhaling it before I realized I was in public. It took some restraint, but I was able to slow down and make myself look like I had manners. Against my better judgment, I began to think more about what DeLuca had said earlier. He wasn’t old. In fact, he looked only a few years older than myself and Nole. If what he said was true, about his father owning a business and the constant security, then I could understand why he would want to be around someone he could unwind with. The man had been stiff and proper, almost cold and unfeeling at my parents’ dinner. Even if the man still appeared frosty, he seemed to have lightened up a bit with me. If I didn’t have Rhys, I wouldn’t know how I would have survived all these years. “Does it bother you?” I asked cautiously. “Being in your father’s business and having to be professional
MAFIA'S LITTLE OBSESSION #5: I'm Not Gay
I answered him despite the change of subject. I guess we were all allowed to avoid conversations we didn’t like. “A small burger joint, it’s a family-owned business…” I paused. “Unless you are against going into a place that charges less than five dollars a meal…” Knowing DeLuca, which I didn’t, but suspected, he would be familiar with thirty-dollar dishes and the glass of wine that put an average person’s monthly income to shame. “I have no problem with it.” He chuckled. “It’s been a while since I’ve been inside a…burger joint.” I laughed. The words sounded foreign on his tongue and I suspected he hadn’t been at a burger joint ever. As soon as we pulled into a parking spot, the two black cars slowly pulled to the side of the road in front of the restaurant. I all but scrambled out of the car, locking it behind me as DeLuca and I made our way to the front door. I felt a little unnerved, though it dissipated as we entered the diner. The simple and familiar structure with its warm
MAFIA'S LITTLE OBSESSION #4: Where Are You Taking Me?
Nole wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I stood at the entrance of the school, dressed in my bedraggled school uniform. The collar was stiff and irritating against my sweaty neck. I had opted out of taking a shower in favor of getting food as quickly as possible. Around me, students were scattered around the school grounds. I lived in an influenced neighborhood, that much was obvious from all the luxurious cars rolling in and out of the school parking lot. The show of status did not sit well with me. From personal experience, most of these parents neglected their children and made up for it by purchasing a flashy car. My parents were that way. While they expected much, they rarely supported me, they were rarely there. Instead, they bought me plenty of things to make up for their absence. I didn’t want or need the things my parents purchased me, but I wasn’t about to be ungrateful. I sold most of the things my father gave me in order to save money for art utensils and create a separate ac
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