Tuesday was coming around faster than I had wanted. It was currently Monday, and just the thought of this "meeting" was making me nervous. Who knows what the old man has planned? What if it's just a setup to kidnap me or something? I wouldn't put it past him; he was an absolute bastard.
I was sitting outside of a Starbucks in Brooklyn, scrolling through Google to see if I could find the location he's sending me to. Considering I'm going to be picked up from the dorm by Markus, his right-hand man, I wasn't told where we would be going. The whole thing just had me on edge.
Sighing, I threw the phone on the metal table and leaned back in my chair, moving my sunglasses over my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest. I seemed to be sighing a lot these days. Everything up to the café getting trashed by Angelo and his minions (from which I was promptly fired the day after) to the run-in with Delatorre and having Scott stitch me up has been wild. Easily the most eventful week I've had in a while. And now, I have this stupid meeting set up by my unloving father. Could it just end already?
I heard the scraping of a chair on concrete across from me, and I simply didn't care enough to see who it was that sat down. They can do whatever as long as they mind their business.
"Miss Cappello?"
I flew forward in my chair, gripping the arms as I looked at the man who had called me by that name. Once I realized who it was, I leaned back again and tried to ignore him as best I could before my day was, yet again, ruined.
"Samara."
I clicked my tongue, my jaw tight. "Yes, Markus?"
"I'm sure you know why I'm here."
"I have a guess, yeah," I admitted reluctantly. "What time will you pick me up tomorrow?"
"Six-thirty. Make sure you—"
"Wear the damn dress; yeah, I got it."
I could hear the smile as he said, "And the shoes. No sneakers."
I took a peek at him from under my sunglasses. I didn't particularly hate Markus, but he annoyed me. I simply couldn't understand who would willingly work for my father, let alone befriend him. At first glance, Markus seemed like your average, middle-aged man, but he was actually a top-tier cage fighter in his day. One wrong move against me or my father, and he'd rock your shit in a heartbeat. He was with my dad for as long as I could remember. Though, when I first met him, he was in his early twenties, and I was only a little girl. What I do remember is that I saw him more as a father figure than my own dad.
"Can you at least tell me where we're going?" I pleaded, giving him the best set of puppy eyes I've got.
He groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Peanut, that doesn't work on me anymore; you're grown."
I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest again. "If I'm grown, then stop calling me 'peanut.'"
"Never. You'll always be Peanut to me."
"Okay, Dad."
It was silent for a moment. Somehow, I knew exactly what he was going to say next. "Listen, Samara, about your dad . . ."
I was already shaking my head before he could finish. "I don't care. As far as I'm concerned, you adopted me."
"Don't say that. I took care of you, yes, but your dad is still your dad, and he loves you very much. If you just talk to him—"
I let the sound of my chair drown him out as I stood and grabbed my bag. "I've got a lot of homework to do. Tell him I'll go to the stupid meeting, but that's it. It was good to see you, Uncle Mark."
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Shady (Remake)
RomanceSamara Price. A fitting name for someone who's always paying it. Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, Sam's only goal is to live. Of course, in order to do that, she has to make some difficult decisions. One of these decisions leads her to a mafi...