Chapter 36: One for the Money

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 After the bizarre findings outside, Ferro and I moved past the circular driveway and towards the luxurious home before us. And yes, I made Ferro carry all the bags inside.

            Built in Italianate style, the outside of the mansion had an older, polished appearance. Had it been summer, I could imagine the bare wintry trees around the home would flourish with emerald life and the huge stone fountain in the middle of the driveway would sparkle with clear water and attract birds.

            Growing up, I lived in a similar house to that one, except ours was smaller and didn't have as much of a laid-back, this-is-actually-a-home-and-not-filled-with-snobs appearance. Thinking about my childhood house made me think of my parents—particularly my mother, who, had fundamentally told me, the last time I saw her, that I had still yet to reach her expectations as a daughter, and to also find somewhere to spend Christmas.

           

            Well! I guessed I was spending Christmas at a mafia bosses house!

            Ferro rang the doorbell, and its little jingle tore me out of my thoughts. A small, round, and tan Italian gentleman answered the door. He had a curled mustache and eyes that wrinkled happily at the corners.

            The man's mouth fell open in an 'O', and his aging features lit up.  "Ferro!" He opened the door wider. "Ciao!" He came in for a hug. "I am so happy to see you!"



             "Ciao, Alanzo—" Ferro started.

            "And who is this?"

            "This is Scarlett," Ferro said. "She's my—"

            "Oh, ! I know who she is, I am old, not an idiot!" Alanzo grabbed for my hand and kissed it. "Ciao, bella. She is beautiful, Ferro. I approve. GINA!" Alanzo shouted behind him and startled me. "GINA, hurry! It's Ferro! And he has a woman!" The round Italian man ushered us in. "My manners! Mi scusi! Come in, it's cold! Come in! Gina was right here. Where did she go?"

            We stepped into the house. Ferro dropped his bags and fell into a conversation with Alanzo, while I admired the sparkling, colorful Christmas Tree at the right of the entryway. Hanging from the tall ceiling was an enormous chandelier that casted a warm glow on the marble floors and the red Venetian plaster walls. Ferro and Alonzo traveled into the open living room to our left, and I followed them inside. The décor of the home remained in a toasty melody of browns and reds.

            Was it sick that I didn't mind the idea of staying in a home like this, even after everything I knew Ferro was up to? Even after he had convinced me that he was going to assassinate the man who owned his house?

            "ALONZO, did you call me?! I was checking on my cookies!"

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