Page 77 of Mafia King


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“We’ve been over this Mamma, what do you not understand? I run this family now and I will do so how I see fit. Sofia knows when to hold back her sharp tongue and when to let it out.”

“My child, you cannot be entertaining the idea of being with a defiant woman.”

Bash must feel me bristle next to him because he lays a comforting hand on my thigh and starts rubbing his thumb back and forth. I know we are only temporary, but her words set me on edge.

“Me? Defiant? Really?” I cannot help the sarcasm that drips with each word.

“I am Mamma. Sofia knows the score and when to keep quiet. But her defiance as you call it is one of the reasons I enjoy being around her. I need someone to tell me when I’m being irrational, and she does that. Sofia has already proven that she can handle this life mother, some might say far better than you ever did.”

“The woman you should choose should be soft spoken and seen but not heard child. Its how its been done for generations! If your sisters meet her they will get ideas into their heads that should not be there!”

He hasn’t chosen me. I am just here to warm his bed.

My thoughts swirl at the thought.

“Well Mamma, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I am running things a bit differently now. I do not want a woman who will bow down to my every word and let me run over her. As for my sisters, I can only hope that Sofia would teach them a thing or two. I do not want them to end up in an unhappy marriage like you did. And if that is all then I think now is the time to cut this visit short. We have places to be and people to see.”

I warm at his words. When he talks like that, it almost gives me hope that this is more than what we have both tried so desperately hard to keep it. It muddles the lines a bit more for us.

Bash stands to walk his mother to the door.

“It was nice to meet you Mrs. Catalini.” I tell her with my fakest sincere voice.

She gives me a tight smile without saying a word before turning to head towards the door.

“Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.” I mutter under my breath as a sink farther into the couch and try and enjoy what’s left of my coffee.

Her shoulders tensing tells me she heard every word.

Oh Joy.

Bash

After being in the car for a little while I realize that Sofia hasn’t said much since our unplanned visitor this morning. I turn to look at her and am instantly taken back on how beautiful she is, but even I can tell something is wrong.

“You alright, Tesoro?”

“Your mother hated me.”

The sad tone takes me by surprise. I didn’t think she cared.

Not knowing how to respond I look up front to see both Lo and Gio purposely avoiding eye contact and feeling as awkward as I do.

I restlessly shift in my seat not knowing how to respond.

“I wouldn’t say she didn’t like you Sofia. But I will admit that you are different than any of the other women that have found their way into the family.”

That was the understatement of the year. Most men in our organization went for mild and meek. Usually I did too, but I didn’t want to date those women. I only wanted what was between their legs. Hell half the time I didn’t even get there, opting for their mouth instead.

“So, because I speak my mind and don’t hold back I’m not good enough for anyone in the neighborhood let alone you?” she asks while turning to face me head on with challenge in her eyes.

I feel the anger fill me. She thinks she isn’t good enough?

“No one in the neighborhood is not good enough for you Sofia, not the other way around.”

I’m not good enough for you.

Completely ignoring my comment, she continues.