Chosen By The Mafia by Nina Daniel (funny books to read .txt) 📗

A Fraudster, He Is!

16

As I dusted off the particles from my hands after finishing my eating course, I saw Nicolas smiling at me for some hidden reason. Was I acting weird? Or too ridiculous to handle? OR maybe I have some sauce on my side corners, What’s up with that compact pressed smile? A pool of questions raised within me

“Can I ask you something?” Nicolas’s soothing voice caught my attention. I wish if I could tell him to say my name again but this can’t happen too early. My heed was enough to answer him a roger. So, he didn’t impel me to speak, just our eyes did all hard work. He just kept his eyes on me.

“The way your face carries purity tells me about your naive desires which apparently you want to fulfill, but I can’t locate what are those? may I know your mystery?” he read the tension on my face which I’ve been hiding in my deeps and lightly asked me to divide with him, was my face too transparent?

“You can share your pool with me,” he offered his service on which inners of my stomach hit butterflies involuntarily. My lips formed a little simper with palms turned into fists in angst.

“Ah- wow, (chuckle) I mean, it was on my face,” I grinned lightly, one of my hands reached to my neck in nervousness and continued, “Yes, I was just… missing my normal life, you know with school, friends, and family the most. It’s been bugging me for long,” I explained him with a heart who’d cry anytime now

“You really do?” he batted his eyebrows with a bland smirk on which I reply him in a nod, “Then why don’t you ask Armando to make it happen for you?” he asked with strains on his forehead like he was irritated. I noticed how easily he calls Armando by his name,

“He doesn’t have time to understand my sentiments, he only cares when he wants to and for what he wants to,” I shot him a disappointing response. He, for some reason, got unsettled, taking long deep breaths, his nerves popping out and ears turning into red, from a calm Nicolas, he turned into completely reversed nature in a matter of minutes. The stress within me increased as his body showed illogical changes.

“Uh- are you o-okay?” I tried to keep my voice as straight as I could but somehow it exposed my tightness in the end,

He cleared his throat spectacularly on the same moment when he snapped his neck to full degree rotation, he was trying to conceal his rage and I couldn’t interpret his such mood swings

“A-are you an-gry?” I was scared enough now, my lips quivered and I held the corner of the table tightly with my hands. He eyed me and I literally saw him releasing his vexation.

“I hate men who treat women like shit,” he slammed his fists on the table, making me suffer a jumpscare with a hitch. His manly voice even scared my inner self. “At least hand her...” I couldn’t hear him properly as he mumbled under his breath. I couldn’t get the point where he got triggered but somehow his comment confirmed that he has a deep respect for women.

“W-we are n-ot a-couple,” I struggled to voice my answer because I lost my vocals after his fury, my heart was pondering with two different feelings at once, either if he reacted because he thought we were a couple and he’s jealous or he really wanted Armando to treat me properly

“But a man should know how to take care of the girl who he impregnated. Look at you little one, you do need him with you and he’s away for fun,” he remarked my swollen abdomen before eyeing me with a pitying look, causing to force my abilities to understand his indication

“I don’t get it,” I said with a give-me-the-answer look. Even if I understood him I needed to hear him saying it clearly. He immediately got my point and stood up from his seat, I glued my eyes on him to read his body language while he started to roam randomly in the room. 

I was confused as he was showing an excessive level of frankness after Armando left. It was not what I expected him to be; so direct and blunt. When Armando was here he addressed him respectfully and as he left for the work, I found Nicolas like this behind his back. 

“Didn’t he tell you where he was going?” He asked vacantly. My curious cat overtook my senses and replied a straight no immediately. Even when he told me about going Brazil, I still lied because I wanted to make sure If he was lying to me which he was, I had sensed that. 

“He will be in Los Angeles first, You are new here so you might not know this but here in the mafia, It is somehow a sick tradition to go onto trips with partners or fuckbuddies to enjoy boy time and that especially includes gambling, clubbing, and most probably in banging chicks. I’m red because he is even doing this after you. Maybe, you have to get used to it because this happens once every month and he is not ready to give up his ill habits so easily,” He told me the whole tradition thing which loathed me intensely. And what more loathful was Armando's lie to me that he'd be flying to Brazil for a deal, was I seemed too dumb to him? Despite a huge opposition going inside me at that time, a thought arose up in between them that how does he know about the tradition, when he is a newbie here then how can he be so sure of it? 

“And why should I trust you?” I threw my question at him and I’m sure he wasn’t ready for this.

“Because I know him and this syndicate well,” he half answered my question; leaving me in the middle of nowhere 

“How?” I continued with curiosity, not caring about any critical consequences

“You’ll know,” he shot back with a suppressed smile, and chills on my nape welcomed goosebumps. I took it as a deadly warning as he was transferring me a sinister vibe. He somehow told me to stop there in my tracks or I’ll face some unnecessary consequences. I don’t want to feel defeated but fighting him would cost me a mess. So, I gave up but made a mental note secretly to keep him in check.

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