Sienna acted like she had never seen me before as she went and took a spot at the table as far away from me as she could get. Her and Lorenzo immediately got situated and started laughing and joking along with everyone else.
I didn't understand her. She truly was an anomaly. How the hell did she know these people though? It didn't look like she was being held hostage by anyone...other than Lorenzo of course.
I turned back to Luca, catching him off guard with a mouth full of food. His eyes widened, chipmunk cheeks disappearing as he swallowed. "Yes?" He asked.
"Can I leave? Like the room? I already know I'm probably never getting out of here. I just need some fresh air and a walk would grant that."
He processed my question before shaking his head, "You'd need his permission," he sneakily motioned down to the dude at the head of the table, "And I'm like 99.9 percent sure that he wouldn't let you out. He's kind of an ass like that...You know le Sienna?"
I nodded, "Sister."
"Haven't known ya long, but I already see no similarities. I try to be respectful of the ladies and such, but she makes it really hard sometimes."
If he said this like a week ago, I wouldn't have believed him at all, but Sienna was so different now than she was before she left for New York.
"She's a bully," was all he said before going completely silent.
Instead of eating, I found myself scanning the room. There were so many men, the only girls being Sienna, Lilly and I. That one evil chick wasn't even here.
Was it against the mafia's code to have girls join too? That's what I thought but then the presence of Italia or whatever the hell her name was, made me rethink that. She did seem to be the only one though.
Must've sucked some dick or something.
The room fell silent as the Big Boss pushed his chair out and left the room abruptly, leaving his entire plate of food there uneaten. I called it. I knew something was wrong with him.
As if they had been waiting for this all night, all the other mafia men started to get up and leave right after him. It felt like they had been waiting for this moment all night.
Luca even started to get up, not without shoving the last bit of fruit salad in his mouth though. He smacked my shoulder playfully, "Alright, kid, come on."
I gave him a questioning look.
"I'll give you a tour of the grounds if you hurry it up. Tony looks busy with the other blondie right now so I can probably sneak you out."
I got up right after that and hurried out of the house with him. Every now and then I would glance over my shoulder to see if Tony was following us.
"Why are you so nice?" I asked while crossing my arms over my chest. It was cold outside and I was struggling to keep warm. "I haven't really talked to many people but I can definitely assume none of them are as friendly as you."
"I'm mean to people almost all day. I ruin people's lives. I really don't see a need for hurting anyone else when I'm off the clock. It gets tiring."
That was nice of him I suppose. I didn't think he would, but how was I supposed to know that he wouldn't turn around and shoot me in the back as soon as I walked in front of him? Or what if this was just a fake nice so he could make me trust him and then he became the new Tony?
"I just can't trust anyone here," I said. "It's probably going to happen anyway, but I don't want to die. I need to play my cards right so Lilly and I can get out of here."
Luca sighed, an almost exhausted sound leaving his mouth, "Chloe, you're never really going to get to leave this place and if you do, it's going to be in a body bag on its way to get dumped in a landfill."
"Graphic."
"That's life. This life."
We walked around the compound in silence after that. The property was made up of one large, beautifully designed house, surrounded by various other small buildings that didn't look quite as nice. It killed me to say that the main house was probably nicer than any house my dad ever bought and he made an honest living. These losers didn't. They probably stole everything they had.
Luca's phone started to ring from inside the pocket of his dark slacks. He wasted no time in fishing it out of his pocket, "I need to take you back to your room. I'm needed," he said after looking down at his phone. He didn't answer it though.
I nodded, accepting my fate for the night.
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"There are no cups in here," I said after searching through the bathroom cabinets as Lilly had instructed me to do. I was thirsty as hell.
"Use your hands then."
I gave her a dumb look before walking out of the bathroom and over to the bedroom door. Maybe it wasn't locked and I could quickly sneak downstairs to get a glass or maybe even a water bottle.
Escaping was pretty pointless right now. There were cameras everywhere and men scouting out every inch of this place.
I put my hand on the golden knob and twisted, the door opening to my complete surprise.
I didn't want Lilly to catch wind of this and sneak out. I knew she would try to run and she was only one bad decision away from getting killed, so I quickly slipped out into the hallway and closed the door soundlessly behind me.
I started tiptoeing down the hallway, my feet cold against the hardwood floor.
To my knowledge, there wasn't a whole lot going on on this side of the house, and that's why Tony kept us here. That's why I was caught off guard when I heard a very thick Italian accent from down the hallway. Curiosity always killed the cat, but I didn't care. Everyone made it painfully obvious that I wasn't getting out of here anyway.
I followed the voice until I came to a set of double doors, one of them being ajar, and I peaked inside the room. It was an office, I knew that, but I couldn't see much else.
There were two people just out of my line of sight, but I could tell one was a man and the other was a woman.
They were fighting, but I couldn't tell what was being said because it was all being spoken in Italian.
I could feel the anger, and I couldn't even see them!
"Eavesdropping, eh fiore?" Hot air hit the side of my neck as an arm snaked around my waist. Tony.
I wasn't about to get dragged back to the room without a fight, so I pushed the door in front of me open the rest of the way and lurched myself inside.
Tony's grip around me fastened as the two of us stumbled into the office, both pairs of eyes now on us. I looked up, my eyes meeting the boss man's. Its been maybe two hours since I've seen him last, but in that time frame it looked as if he'd missed out on an eternities worth of sleep.
"Can I help you?" He sounded exasperated and something told me that wasn't because of anything I had done. It was because of the woman he was talking to.
I feel like someone said the two of them were getting married or something. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea.
Tony pulled me back forcefully, the hand he used to grip my wrist would probably leave a bruise on my fragile skin. "No. Chloe got out. I was just coming to get her," he explained.
"I actually needed to talk to you about her," Angelo said before lowering himself into the chair behind his desk. He gave the woman a look one could only interpret as unfriendly and she left the room without saying another word.
"Maybe marriage isn't right for you," Tony said boldly before letting me go.
"Probably."
"Dom said she's looking to share half the power."
He already seemed like a really evil person, but something washed over him, something that scared me. I wanted to leave the room because it looked like he was about to take all of his anger out on Tony and I didn't want to witness a murder. "Italia's none of yours or anyone else's business," he put his arms on the desk and leaned forward, "What's your plan for her and the other girl?" He asked the question slowly, daring Tony to lie.
"No plan yet."
"I should kill you," Angelo threw himself back in his chair, "Now I have to keep Sienna and Lorenzo here because what if she runs and tells her dad where her sister is. You know how crazy she is!"
"How do you know Sienna?" I inserted myself into their conversation. It was a bold move I would probably end up regretting later. "I can't imagine a loser like Lorenzo being involved with you guys."
I guess they were all losers in a sense, but Lorenzo was disgusting. Like truly disgusting.
Angelo's eyebrows raised as he gave me a questioning look, "That loser is my brother."