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“And why the hell not?” she asks angrily. “They already think you’re the ones who wanted to sell me out to my uncle. I’m sure they’re furious. I need to get back home. And I have school. I literally have less than a month left before I’m finished. I thought I wasn’t a hostage?”
Is she seriously thinking about school right now?
“You’re not. You need to meet my brothers first. We’ll talk. Then we’ll decide,” I tell her, heading toward the door.
“Dinner is in two hours. Cosima will be back with clothes before then. Don’t be late,” I call back, not bothering to turn as I slam the door shut before she has time to argue.
Chapter Twelve
Natalie
As promised, Cosima showed up about an hour later with an assortment of clothes. Valentina told me Cosima was her daughter. I saw it instantly. Cosima looked exactly like her mother but younger, and Valentina has some grays coming in. They were both medium built, and I couldn’t help but notice how nice their breasts were and be a little envious of that. Both had light brown hair and gorgeous, smooth olive skin. Valentina went on about how her daughter was so sweet and docile. That was not the woman standing in front of me. If Cosima could shoot needles out of her eyes, I’d be a living voodoo doll right now.What was her problem?She throws the bags carelessly to the ground.
“You won’t be here long, so I didn’t go crazy,” she says with a snarl.
As I walk over to pick them up, she crosses her arms, giving me the death glare. If she doesn’t stop, I won’t hesitate to put her on her ass. I didn’t do anything to her.
“Thanks. I can take it from here.” I muster up the kindest voice I can.
Another second with her attitude, and I was going to have to put her head through the glass coffee table.Where did that come from?I take a deep breath, trying to relax. Dom always had the anger issues, but the more and more I get sucked into this world, the less patience I have. I usually don’t have violent thoughts.Natalie didn’t but maybe Anya does.
I shake my thoughts and look into the bags she bought. The clothes were hideous, but I’d make do the best I can with them. Something told me she did it on purpose. Whatever. If Maya taught me anything, it was that “you rock the clothes, the clothes don’t rock you.” I don’t plan on staying here for very long anyway, so it’s just temporary. I’ll be rocking the Little House on the Prairie wardrobe. Nothing a pair of scissors couldn’t fix. The thought of my friend had me worried for her. I have a lot of explaining to do when I get home. If I ever get home.
I choose the blue dress with daisies on them. It’s not a completely unfortunate-looking dress.You’ll have to do.I rip off the puff sleeves and cut out the extra layers in the skirt. It was floor length, so I cut it to mid-thigh. It’s actually cute now.
I brush my hair, and I don’t have makeup, so that’s the best I can do. Nico was wearing sweatpants, so I don’t think the dinner was anything formal, but I was going to be meeting the capo of the Cosa Nostra for the first time, so I had to look somewhat pulled together.
After taking a good look at my handiwork, I make my way downstairs. I smile at the sight. The brothers are gathered around, laughing and teasing each other. They look almost normal. As I walk up to the table, the man sitting at the head of a table, who I assume is Bash, gestures to the seat next to him.
“Join me,” he says kindly, with a warm smile on his face.
I can’t tell if it’s just an act.
I slowly make my way over, my body still sore. “Thank you.” I look around the table.
“I am Sebastiano, but you can call me Bash. You already knowNico.” He points at the man across from me.
I don’t miss the way he said his brother’s name with his teeth gritted. Shit, did he know? My cheeks feel hot.
“And to his right is our youngest brother, Lorenzo.”
I smile at him, and he nods his head. “Call me Enzo,” he replies with a sweet smile.
Oh,this one was trouble.
“Can we get you anything? Ice? My brother here tells me you took quite a hit,” Bash says.
He sounds genuine.
I look directly at Nico, admiring the black eye and bruising on the side of this face, and smile.
“He looks worse. But not at the moment, thank you. Maybe after dinner,” I say. Bash and Enzo chuckle, while Nico’s gaze doesn’t leave mine. Cosima saunters in and hovers over Nico.
“Can I get you anything?” she asks him, giving him her best puppy dog eyes, puffing out her chest, giving him a show of her perfect boobs.
She even ignores the capo. She’s fixed her hair and put on makeup since earlier, too. It hits me why she was so hostile. She likes Nico. I wonder if they were ever a thing.I lick the top of my teeth, trying to rein in my...annoyance.
Nico looks over at me, and as if he can read my thoughts, he leans in, grabs Cosima’s hand, and whispers something to her that makes her blush. I fake a smile at their interaction. I know he’s only doing it to piss me off. Why the hell is it working? I won’t show it, though.
