Sins of the Mafia- 2

With my lips pressed in a tight line, I quietly asked to be excused from the table. I eagerly lifted my head to meet my father's gaze, once I received the nod of confirmation from my father I immediately rose and turned my back to the dining table. Even though my back was turned I could still feel the stare of his smoldering forest green eyes on my back.

I ascended the stairs with only one destination in mind. I opened the door in my bedroom and I climbed onto my safe haven. I already knew that my absence was being timed. However, I didn't care, selling your family member for the sake of the prosperity of an illegal business was an all time low.

I didn't shed any tears, no, If I shed those tears that meant that I would have to reapply my makeup. I sighed and looked up at the sky. It was one of those nights where there was no moon but billions of stars littered the midnight sky.

"Do you know the constellations" His voice was heavy with an Italian accent. His nationality was Probably one of the many reasons my family decided to use me as a pawn in their building of a drug empire. "Do you see that" He pointed a manicured finger to one of the many balls of fire in the galaxy. I squinted my eyes to make out the ram constellation, I smiled and nodded my head. The silence that settled soon after wasn't awkward but very comfortable.

I was always the one who made harsh judgments way to fast. "What is your name?" I questioned him softly not wanting to break the soft atmosphere that settled upon us. "Adonis" his answer was clipped and I decided that I was not wrong in my assumptions of him. He was probably the over-confident guy who thought that he was too good for my company.

I turned my head so I could face him. I studied him carefully, I felt an urge to run my fingers through his inky black hair and tug hard . Unfortunately, I restrained myself from doing so. I jumped back in shock as his piercing forest green eyes met mine. "You have made a judgment about me Si?" he asked, his native Italian accent dripping through his words.

My face probably resembled a tomato as I realized that he had correctly guessed my thoughts correctly. I pressed my lips together as an awkward silence now settled in the atmosphere. The tension was so thick that it was almost tangible. I quietly excused myself from the roof and retreated into my room. I could feel his burning stare on my back as I retreated into the refuge of my bedroom. I resisted my urge to turn around and meet the heated grade. "You shouldn't make judgments so fast you know," He said his voice slightly husky and having the tone of a scolding parent. I stilled slightly at his words, but I didn't turn around, I offered a simple nod and proceeded to climb back into my room.

Every bone in my body screamed in protest as I left him. Part of me knew that he could climb into my room and night and have his way with me, but the other side did not  care. I felt all rationality escape me as I closed my eyes and welcomed the land of the sandman among me.

The Next Day.

When I woke up I carefully inspected my body for any marks of mistreatment during my sleep. I was surprised with the absence of a tall dark brooding presence. I found myself slightly disappointed when I found nothing. With a slight frown on my face , I stretched out my limbs.

I made my way to the mirror in my room and stared at myself in it. I looked at my gray eyes, everyone told me that it was my eyes that made me look totally and utterly unapproachable. My eyes traveled to my long hair. My hair was black and had the similar texture of silk. Everyone said I have the appearance of a gypsy even though I was a thoroughbred Italian. I dragged my manicured fingers through my hair effortlessly and sighed.

I knew as soon as I stepped outside my bedroom door that I would be reprimanded for my behavior last night. I silently scolded myself for not thinking of the consequences of my actions the night before. I took a deep breath and I ventured out of my safe haven as cowardly behavior is one thing that is not condoned by my family.

I trailed my hand against the marble railing as a method to stall time. I let go of a breath as I realized that I was not going to get scolded because we still had visitors. Unfortunately, I found that I let my guard down too quickly as I met my mother's ice cold glare.

A/N

Her mom sounds like a tyrant, I wonder if this strain on their relationship will have any consequences in the near or far future.

The In-laws seem awfully quiet, I wonder when we are going to meet them.