“Of course not. Come here you little bitch. Do you know who are talking to?”
I know I should be afraid, but for some reason I’m not.
“I don’t believe we have met, so no.”
“You are going to regret that shortly.”
He takes a step towards me and I feel my heart beat a little faster. It stops completely, as does Vinnie, when a voice rings out.
“Is she Vinnie?”
I glance back at the female and see her eyes widen and her face fall. A man dressed in a dark black suit with black shoes and a black-tie steps in the back door that was left open. Behind him, two other men step in and close the door.
“She disrespected me.”
“Oh? You mean by laughing at that ridiculously cheesy line you threw out?” he says as he chuckles.
He walks towards me, but stops beside Vinnie.
Now that he is closer and in better light I can see the short dark hair and dark brown eyes. So dark, they almost look black. This man is gorgeous. He has a bit of a tan. Not enough to look fake, but just enough to give him that Sicilian look. I don’t know who this man is, but he exudes power. I know in this moment, this must be their boss. I can tell by the way Vinnie is questioning his actions and his little play thing is about to piss herself.
“Yeah. She shouldn’t laugh at me.”
The man turns to me.
“What’s your name, darling?”
“Sofia. Please don’t call me that. I don’t know you.”
I hear the female gasp as Vinnie gives me a look of victory. He thinks I just dug myself a hole.
Hell, maybe I did without knowing it.
“Since you asked so nicely, I suppose I could just call you by your name. Do you know who this is?”
He pats Vinnie on the shoulder.
“Well I would dare to say his name is Vinnie, but apart from that, I know nothing about him.”
“Oh, sure you do. You know he uses cheesy pickup lines on cheap women for a mediocre lay.”
Vinnie’s face falls as he realizes his boss isn’t taking his side.
“I don’t know anything, Sir. If you would excuse me, I really need to get in there to help serve.”
I turn to leave, but his hand reaches out to stop me. I turn and look into his eyes.
“Lorenzo, why don’t you escort Vinnie to the meeting room. Giovanni, please escort Vinnies guest out.”
No one speaks. In moments, we are left alone and I feel my heart start to race. Before he can speak, I shake his arm off. He lets it fall easily. What do you do when standing in front of mafia royalty? Kiss their hand? Bow? I take a step forward and curtsy.
“Sorry if I offended you or your man. If you would please let me get back to work, I promise it will never happen again.”
I stay in the curtsy with my head bowed waiting on a response. I get a response in the form of a chuckle.
“Did you just curtsy to me?”
I look up and find a huge smile on his face. He finds this amusing.
