My Mafia Heart

Chapter 5

I locked the door and ran up the stairs, I snatched off that engagement ring and put it on the dresser and now I stew. That explains how he knew where I worked, I never figured out how he got there. f**k ME! He’s a f*****g creeper. Like why would he do that?! He’s been watching me for the past two years? I wonder what exactly he’s seen? Dammit, now not only am I weirded out but I’m also nervous as hell. I’ll text him, I mean that’s the least he can do, right?

“You better not be outside of my house still!” I wrote, half forgetting the whole reason I texted him in the first f*****g place. 

“Nope, I’m outside the neighbors' house. Clearly, you’re still angry with me. All I can say is I love you and I’m sorry, but I mean with my lifestyle I need to know who I’m dealing with prior to dealing with them.”

“What exactly did you learn over that two-year stalking span?” 

“Honestly, not much. Except where you work, the fact that you spend most of your time alone because your mom is always at work. Your father is incognito. You’re single, though there have been a few guys attempting to change that including your perverted English teacher Mr. Taylor. And apparently, you’re not so innocent After all, I mean you did give your co-worker James a blowjob in the parking lot after work, right?”

“Ok, so you know quite a bit actually. And that wasn’t a blowjob I was willing to give, more like a forced encounter. And two I liked Mr. Taylor thank you! Why am I explaining myself to you? f*****g stalker! You’re really lucky I didn’t call the cops yet.”

“Please do. And when they answer please tell Lt. Bosco that Giovanni Rizzo sent you. See Carla I own the police force, I have a few army vets in my pocket and the Mayor is my personal puppet. There is no one that will help you, you’re on your own with this one love.”

That arrogant asshole, he’s right. I am on my own but why do I still feel drawn to him. I mean it’s only been maybe two hours. I guess I need more time to realize how much of a disgusting creep he really is. f**k-sticks Mom is home.

“Hi Mama”

“Carla, why are you roaming around the house in the dark? I thought the power was knocked out because of the storm until I saw the neighbor's lights on. What’s going on baby?” Mom said c*****g her head to the side, she normally does this when she has an idea about what the truth is.

“Oh mama, I was watching a scary movie and figured it would help the effect of scaring the living daylights out of me.” I rambled out nervously. Did she take the bait?

My mom never missed a beat, turning on one foot heading towards her room she shouted back down the hall…

“Carla, you’re the worst liar I’ve ever met. Not saying I’d change you for the world, but dang girl get a grip. That cute boy you were seeing was roaming around in the storm, so I let him in to dry off. I figured you were mad at him and put him out. BE NICE CARLA!! WE DON’T PUT PEOPLE IN HARMS WAY NO MATTER HOW MUCH WE WANNA THROAT PUNCH THEM. OK?” And with that her door closed.

This night can’t get any f*****g worse. Not only did this f*****g sicko tell me he’s been stalking me, but he has also found a way for my mother to feel bad for his b***h ass and now he’s roaming around my house. I jumped up immediately to lock my room door but before I could reach the door, I saw a shadow on the other side, and someone knocked on the door. 

*Tap, Tap, Tap*

“Carla, I know you’re in there can we talk, please? Just 5 minutes and I promise I’ll go back into the storm to be BLOWN away I promise.” He said I can almost hear the smirk on his pretty face.

“Come on in Giovanni. I thought I told you to go away, not get my mom involved and make my life worse. Clearly, I cannot call the authorities as you own them as you said. So, I’ll have to deal with this on my own. What could you possibly want now?” I blurted out at him, I’m so nervous because for the first time I am unaware of what I’m really dealing with.

“Do you know that Carla is just another form of saying Beautiful.” He said while smiling at me as he took off his coat.

“Cut the s**t, Giovanni. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” I’m getting really sick of his s**t. I’m starting to wish I never met his nutty ass. 

“Ok Carla since you can’t play nice, I guess we’ll play this my way. Carla, you are what I want. I told you that I was watching you for over 2 f*****g years, I think that should say a lot about my character. I’m very patient. I like to play the long game, which means we can play Cat & Mouse until you give in. And Carla you WILL GIVE IN. So, sweetie, please put your ring back on I wouldn’t want anything to happen to the ring or your finger they’re both very expensive.” He says all of this while walking towards the bed to sit down, instead of sitting next to me he picked me up and put me on his lap. And continues his assault, “Carla, you are magnificent. Did you know that? You’re an honor roll student, twice on the Deans’ list and thrice on the Presidents’ list. You never miss a day of work and still haven’t been moved to management though you’re quite overqualified for the job. You stare at yourself for 2 hours every day in the mirror naked, probably judging yourself profusely. Well, I think you’re the best thing since Italian Roast Beef… and if you’re never had it’s the juiciest and most tender brisket to ever hit the palate.”

“Are you seriously comparing me to f*****g beef? So, I’m a cow?!?! And let me f*****g go jerkoff!” I said muffled, still trying to keep my mom out of the loop.

“Jerkoff! Never, I usually find a girl hoping to spend my money to do those things for me. And I never said you were a cow, I said you were tender and juicy. And fine I’ll let you go if that’s what you want.” He smirked and then I fell to the damn floor. What a literal asshole.

“Why are you still here, it’s well past 5 minutes,” I said now licking my wounds from my big ass hitting the damn floor like a ton of bricks. 

“Clearly, I lied to Carla. I’m starting to wonder if those grades were forged. Moving forward, I want you to know I always get what I want. You, my cars, my clothes, People to disappear. I’ve never had anything I couldn’t get until I met you, you make me work for it. Which is nice but I’m done playing. You’re mine, no one else’s you hear me? But like I said I can wait, I’ve waited this long, what’s a few more weeks. Just know “I’ll be watching you” he sings as he walks out of my room. I jump up to slam the door and lock it, but he pops his head back in and leaves me with this last remark “Oh Carla, love. If you don’t put the ring back on, we’ll have a HUGE problem. I don’t like being rejected. See you later Mi Amore!” And with that, I hear him walk down the stairs and leave. 

I put the ring on knowing full well I’d rather flush the b***h, but it is a pretty ring. He definitely went to Jared’s. What the f**k is wrong with me? Why am I tolerating this s**t? He’s nuts. Nuttier than a jar of Skippy. Yet, I’m still not mad enough to tell my mom or chuck the ring. Great Jeebus, maybe I’m the one who needs help. I lay back across my bed and stare at my ceiling wondering why I am the one who now has to deal with this psychopath. Whatever I mumble as I fall asleep.