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“Eric Garo?”
“My soon to be stepdad. The Garo family has a history in this town.”
“Oh, how so?”
“Because they own half of it for starters.”
“Are they like rich or something?”
“Rich and very powerful.”
I eye her quizzically.
“Take it you haven’t heard the rumours yet then?”
“What rumours?”
“There’re rumours around town that Saints family has connections to the mob. Everyone is shit scared of them. Mention Erics name in this town and everyone goes running for cover.”
I shake my head in confusion.
“You’re messing with me, right?” I ask because come on, this is obviously a joke.
“All I know is years ago there was this big fall out between two families. Eric along with other members were locked into some sort of gang war against each other over a deal gone sour, or maybe it was over territory? I really can’t remember which one. The fighting between them is supposed to go back generations. Apparently, they are all apart of some sort of mob organisation, secret society, or some shit.”
“Yeah right,” I laugh. “And here’s me thinking some of my bedtime stories were weird.”
She laughs along with me but continues, “No, it’s true I swear. I heard that they call themselves The Thorns. It’s supposed to represent a symbol of great sacrifice and honour. And I know for a fact that Saint has the tattoo of a G wrapped in thorns on the left side of his chest.”
“You’re seriously telling me that what, Saints family is in some kind of secret mafia society? Ha, ha, you almost had me there Lexy,” I tease.
“I know you probably don’t believe me, but yes. And its shady as hell but each family within each organisation has whatever they call themselves tattooed on their skin,” she says with a hint of intrigue.
“Okay,” I sing song with a gentle nod.
“Apparently when the son of a boss or whatever they call themselves turns a certain age they have to kind of take this oath thing, then marry a girl of high stature that’s chosen for them. She’s known as The Rose. It’s supposed to intertwine pain with beauty.”
I arch a brow silently asking her to stop trying to pull my leg.
She continues.
“It’s said that once chosen The Thorn would do anything to protect its Rose.”
“And who said romance is dead?” I joke.
“I’m deadly serious, trust me. I live with them. I’ve heard things, seen things.”
I’m not sure I even want to ask but now I’m curious. “What kind of things?”
She looks me dead in the eyes.
“Like over hearing Saints dad Eric on the phone talking about secret mafia type deals and meetings. That and the fact that we have more security than the president. A few weeks ago I even overheard Eric talking to Saint about his chosen. It was the tail end of the conversation, but I swear Saint was arguing that he wanted to pick his own girl, but Eric refused and warned him that he will do his duty for the family. I almost got caught when he stormed out of the room. He came home that night shortly after 3am covered in blood but the next morning there wasn’t so much as a scratch on him.”
“Have you told your mom any of this?”
“In the beginning I tried. She said I need to stop sticking my nose into things that don’t concern me. That it’s their business and we must keep out of it, but something’s not right. Eric has her wound up so tight that every time he pulls her strings she gets whiplash. She’s too caught up in the glitz and glamour of all the balls, charity events, dinner parties and the wedding to care.”
“What’s Saint like with your mom?” I ask as she pulls an apple from her backpack and takes a large bite wallowing it down before answering.
