My Mafia Heart

Chapter 6

*CARLA POV*

*Buzz, Buzz, Buzz*

I open one eye to see what that sound is.

*VIOLENT BUZZ*

Fuck it’s my phone. I scramble around the bed to find it and I look to see who’s calling me, unknown number but they left a voicemail great.

“Hello, Miss. Jones, Carla Jones. My name is Karen Thompson and I’m calling from Thompson dealership. I just wanted to inform you that your car was ready for pickup, sorry it took so long but with the customizations requested it took a few extra days. Please call us back if you want us to deliver it to you or if you’re going to come down and pick it up. Have a wonderful day.”

What the f**k? I didn’t order a car, I’m still mourning the death of Betsy. GIO-f*****g-VANNI.

“Did you get me a car?!?!” I typed, I’m so angry my I cracked my cellphone screen great! Just f*****g great!

“No, Carla I didn’t get you a car. My father did.”

“WHY?!”

“He wanted my future wife to have the best, no worries I’ll make sure they deliver it by noon.”

“GO AWAY!”

“Oh sweetie, never that. Now, would you like to play nice and go for breakfast? Or are we still being stubborn? Hmmm.”

“GO THE f**k AWAY!”

“Awes, I got an upgrade from Go Away to Go the f**k away. Still, I feel like you’ll be joining me because I’ve already invited your mom out to Brunch. You wouldn’t want her to be with me, alone would you?”

Dammit, he’s right. 

“Fine, I’ll go but leave my mom alone. Okay?” As I typed I felt the power draining from my soul.

“Good, I’ll send the car to pick you up. Dress nice! And stop taking the damn ring off!!!”

How the f**k did he know? Cameras? Holy hell he’s evil.

It’s 10:30 a.m. and I’m dressed ‘okay’ I guess, it’s a white sundress with white sandals to match. I’m wearing that damn ring and carrying my little pouch with money, cell, lip gloss and pocket knife in tow. I see this black SUV pull up outside, then I see this tall fellow climb out and open the back passenger door. Outsteps Giovanni wearing White slacks (like linen pants) with a white polo top. You can see the shiny ass watch from my front door and he’s wearing silver sunglasses… What a showoff.

I shouted up the stairs, “Leaving out Mama, going with Giovanni. Love you”

“Love you too Carla, Be Careful and let me know if you’ll be coming home tonight or not ok?”

“I will mama”

And with that out the door, I go. Giovanni already on the other side waiting to inspect me.

Almost immediately he takes my pouch and removes the pocket knife, “We won’t be needing this” He says chuckling at me as he tucks it away. “Ring, check. Panties, check. Hmm no bra, nice. Let’s go.” He says as he grabs my hand and pulls me down the walkway towards the car. I quickly slide in and he climbs in behind me.

“Where are we going?” I said partially nervous because this may be the last time, I’ll see the light of day.

“To brunch I told you, hope you haven’t eaten already? Don’t want you to get sick on me.” He says leaning over me to put my seatbelt on.

“No.”

“No, what Carla?”

“No, I haven’t eaten yet jackass”

“Now, Now that’s not nice. I may have to punish you for that, we’ll see how you behave during our date.”

“This is not a date, you can’t force me somewhere and call it a date asshole”

“Uh-huh, I see. It’s a date. End of discussion.”

I don’t even respond because I’m starting to get the feeling that he’s enjoying the banter. I hear music playing softly through the speakers, sounds like Sade. Is he trying to win me over? I don’t even want to know how he knew I liked Sade. I just sit and sway to the music while we ride, I suddenly feel the car stop. His door opens and then mine. We’re at the docks… Guess I get my sea legs.

“See that Yacht over there? She’s mine. We’re having brunch on her at Sea. let’s go!” He said taking my hand and guiding me along.

“I’ve seen this in a movie once, I say one wrong thing and you’re feeding me to the fishes, right? Right? Like that’s a mafia thing, isn’t it?” I say nervously as we board the boat.

“1. Stop watching gangster movies. 2. No, I’m not feeding you to the fishes. I actually enjoy your smart mouth. 3. It is a mafia thing, but we stopped doing that AGES ago. Relax, I won't try to kill you today.” He smirks and takes me to the dining area. It’s BEAUTIFUL, white roses and lilies everywhere, crystal china and chandelier. All swaying to the motion of the ocean. Glass windows all around so you can see the ocean for miles, but we’re not too far from the coast. I noticed he took his shoes off and I look down and I see where on a floor that you can see the once beneath us. Little flounders and other fish swimming right underneath me, now this I have to admit is pretty cool. 

I stood mesmerized by the scenery not noticing him pulling out a seat for me. I slowly took my seat at the table and I suddenly felt hungry like I hadn’t eaten in years. The smell of food from the galley was making my stomach do backflips, I could smell the eggs and bacon, the orange juice, coffee and the sweet smell of sweet cream butter. As I am being whisked away into a food orgasm, a small woman exits the galley (kitchen) and starts placing food dishes on the table. First, a HUGE plate of scrambled eggs, followed by eggs benedict, then my favorite eggs in a basket. Then, she disappeared again to bring out more food, Bacon, Sausage, and Hot Italian sausage still in ropes. Lastly, French Toast, Grits, and Home-made potatoes like my mom used to make. My eyes widened as I looked over all this delicious food, however, I was still VERY angry with Giovanni, so I sat there in silence and refused to eat anything, just taking a small cup of orange juice and sipping on that as if I was at a tea party. 

He sat there staring at me as if he’d kill me if I didn’t actually eat something, I continued to pretend I had no idea what his problem was. He then began to fix his own plate, piling on the food much more than I’d think he could eat. The smell of this food was putting my stomach into a knot, and if I didn’t eat something soon, I think I would die. Me thinking I’m sneaky grabbed a piece of bacon when he wasn’t looking and tried to eat it quickly, but the bastard saw me.

“Hungry, are we?” He said with a smirk, motioning for me to eat more.

“No, that piece was falling off of the plate is all,” I said as I took another small sip of juice.

“Sure, sure. Well if you don’t start eating, you’ll never get back to shore, in fact, the longer you refuse to actually eat the further out to sea I will take you.” He said never even breaking from eating his food. Then suddenly his phone rang, he then got up from the table and walked out of the room. When I thought he was away long enough I piled my plate high with scrambled eggs, bacon, grits, French toast, eggs in a basket and started to devour the food. It’s right at that moment the asshole walked back in, sat in his seat and continued eating. He never spoke or looked in my direction just sat there eating his food with a smirk on his face. I was so hungry and this food so f*****g delicious I didn’t even care, I just kept digging at my plate until I was full. He just sat across from me never speaking, not moving just sitting there observing me as if I was some sort of animal at the Zoo. 

I asked the ass where the bathroom was, which I was half expecting him to not tell me just so he could watch me squirm. But alas he didn’t he told me it was at the end of the hall through the bedroom, and off I went at lightning speed because that orange juice was now causing me to feel like a horse at the race track. I found the bedroom and it was sort of like the dining hall, it had a floor that you could see the ocean floor with, and It was all white interior with silver accents. I walked through the room and used the bathroom where I sat staring at the door because I didn’t want to go back out there, I knew he was right there waiting for me. Waiting for me to say all was forgiven, waiting for me to give myself to him, waiting for me to make up my mind. I don’t think I can forgive him for stalking me for over 2 years, I mean how do I know it was only 2 years it could’ve been much longer. Even though I felt this way I had to admit I did still like him, I hated that he was so damn cute. I mean those eyes could make any girls’ panties wet, they were as blue as the ocean underneath us. The statue of David had nothing on him, in physique and his d**k ALL PERFECT! So why am I being so stubborn? why am I so nervous? I don’t know but whatever the reason I need to keep him at bay for a while. I walked out of the bathroom and there he was sitting on the bench at the end of the bed waiting for me, I attempted to walk past him as if he wasn’t there, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen.

“So, are you still “mad” at me?” he asked with a smirk on his face as if he knew he was winning me over. I was still having the mental discussion and slightly nauseous from the swaying of the boat I blurted out a quick “No” before I passed out.