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Chapter Thirty-Two
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The Mob Boss’s Girl Chapter Thirty-Three
There's not much to look forward to these days and I don't know how I got to this point. Rather, I do know, but there isn't much that I can do to stop this. Having fun feels wrong at a time like this, which is what's stopping me from calling Victoria or Brett and are arranging something. I'm sure they'd find it strange of me, too, because it seems they're taking my situation more to the heart than I am. They're careful around me, especially where it concerns Mary. Going out so out of the question, and to be fair, I don't see much of them these days. I'm having lunch later in the kitchen, and it's the same with dinner whenever I do feel like having some. Dad left a message with Constance. He wants to talk to me as soon as he returns from his trip. I haven't gone to his office yet, though. He might ask me about Luca and I wouldn't know how to answer him. I'm confused about all of this myself. Besides, I'm avoiding the matter as much as possible. The good thing is that mom and Mary a
The Mob Boss’s Girl Chapter Thirty-Four
I pace around the living room before Luca knocks on the front door. I let him inside. I couldn't refuse to see him. If he has something urgent to say, then he can say it. I ignore the fact that we agreed that he would stop following me around in places. This is the farthest thing from my mind at the moment. I'm curious. That's why I'm letting him in. I want to know what he's going to say to me so urgently. Maybe I can say a few things to him, if the opportunity presents itself. What I'm tired of doing is running around in circles with him. Maybe what we need is time alone, so I can tell him clearly, without anyone watching, that I want him to leave me alone. But is that what I really want? I ask myself. I confess that I wasn't expecting to feel this much nervousness. I never felt this way before. Dealing with him was simply something annoying that I had to endure. Somehow, this moment feels different. I can't explain why. Maybe it's the fact that I don't see him the way I used t
The Mob Boss’s Girl Chapter Thirty-Five
It's Mary. I can hardly believe it when I look over my shoulder and make eye contact with her. This can't be happening to me. Not now. Not here of all places. She stares back at me blankly, like she barely sees me at all but something dark is swimming in the depths of her eyes. For a second, the scene before us disappears and it's just the two of us in this room. Her disgust toward me is palpable. I see the way the cornered of her lips turn down in disappointment. I blink and the world snaps back to its original state. I turn my head away from her and make eye contact with Luca instead. He never took his eyes off me. Or his hands, for that matter. I don't say a word to him but he must have gotten the message somehow. He lets his hands fall to his sides and takes a step back. Even so, we're still standing too close, and anyone would know that something transpired between us. For a few painful seconds, nothing is said. I don't know what to say. I doubt that Mary would say anything ei
The Mob Boss’s Girl Chapter Thirty-Six
The sun is hidden behind the clouds, and the day is gloomy and gray. It reminds me of funeral days. I call them that because this is the kind of weather that I've always associated with funerals. I don't mind a cloudy day, but this is different. It's heavy, like the sky is buckling beneath the weight of the clouds. It worsens my mood, and I close the curtains sharply, eager to be rid of the view before me. I have no plans to leave my room. Where would I even go when I'm feeling this down? Last night, I thought that I'd wake up feeling like death itself and regretting my choice of words, but oddly enough I don't. If that makes me a terrible person then so be it. I can't lie to myself. I feel like I could have said a lot more to her, and I keep replaying the fight in my head and wishing that I'd added more to my sentences. Mary deserved to hear what I said. I never realized how fake she was. I mean, she didn't become this person overnight. It was somewhere deep inside of her. Hidden.
The Mob Boss’s Girl Chapter Thirty-Seven
Luca There she is. Seeing Laura approaching our table makes my heart beat faster, and I love the thrill of it. I stand when she finally reaches me, and she looks at me with wide and uncertain eyes. I put a hand on her shoulder and kiss her lightly on the cheek. She shivers when I graze my lips against her cheek. A seemingly innocent action. She steps back carefully and takes a seat. Her cheeks are now the color of her lips, and it pleases me to see her react this way. One would assume that a fiery woman like her wouldn't blush when kissed by a man, much less on the cheek, but Laura is a box full of surprises. She's the most interesting person that I've ever met. She intertwines her fingers and looks everywhere but at me. I take the opportunity to stare at her while she isn't looking directly at me. She looks perfectly fine, and it helps me shake the guilt I feel for leaving her alone last night off. I can't forget the haunted look on her face when she saw her sister standing at t
The Mob Boss’s Girl Chapter Thirty-Eight
"There's no fucking way that this happened," Brett says dramatically. He covers his mouth with his hand as he stares at me with wide eyes. It's like he's waiting for me to say that what I told him is one big lie, but it isn't. I wish it were. Rather, I don't. I don't regret kissing Luca at all. Victoria is even more shocked than he is, yet she tells me, "You sly bitch! I knew you had feelings for him! Didn't we know, Brett?"He doesn't answer her. "I didn't have feelings for him initially," I say, then pinch the bridge of my nose. "It's complicated. Things just changed one day and I didn't know how to feel anymore. I just started looking at him differently. I didn't want to accept it, though. I kept ignoring how I felt. And then, last night, he came over and it happened. We kissed.""You're not making any sense," Victoria says. "The last thing I heard from you was that you were angry that your sister was in love with him because you felt your mother was forcing her to marry him for
The Mob Boss’s Girl Chapter Thirty-Nine
Mom doesn't take her eyes off me as I sit down. I catch myself over analyzing her demeanor and facial expressions. She looks exhausted; she didn't sleep last night. If she did, she slept very little. Negative emotions begin brewing within me. I don't like where this is going and she hasn't said a single word to me yet. The smoke from her cigarette tickles the back of my throat. I ignore it as I sit down, even though my eyes sting and water. She gives me a level look and I try to match it. I opted not to ignore her but that doesn't mean that I will let her pin all the blame on me as she has tried to so many times before. I meant what I told her last night. This is her fault. If not entirely, then partly. She should never have spread those rumors. She should never have assured Mary that she would marry Luca. She finishes her cigarette and lights another before she speaks. I sit watching her patiently. I tell myself to be calm. Finally, she looks at me and says, "Your sister isn't we
The Mob Boss’s Girl Chapter Forty
Honestly, I didn't think that I would end up here. The last few 'events' were awful for me. I was so concerned with avoiding Luca that I didn't allow myself to have any fun whatsoever. It was torture, being there and knowing that I wasn't wanted by my family, and it was even worse when mom bought me that plain dress and got Mary a designer one. This event is a little different, though. For starters, none of my relatives are here. Dad is still away on his business trip. He should have been back by now, but something unexpected happened and he had to stay longer. I spoke to him the other day and we didn't talk about Luca at all, but I could tell that he wanted to ask me how things were. I kind of wish he had because then I'd know that he's worried about me. This is a silly thought, though, and I know it. My dad doesn't have Italian roots so he would rather not meddle in things that he doesn't understand. Of course if he knew all the details of my situation with Mary, he'd intervene,
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