The Girl At His Door [Parts I & II]

Part II. Chapter-32

MERCURYS POV.

"So anyways, it turns out that she was the serial killer and he had taken the blame." I finished telling my father and uncle about a movie I had just watched.

"Woah, definitely didn't see that coming."

"I know!"

"So after she killed her own mother, her grandparents helped dismember the body? And insisted that they didn't know she was dead?" I was sitting on the floor between Angelos legs, letting him French braid my hair.

   "Yup."

"Damn. That's pretty fucked up."

"It was based on a true story."

Ginos eyes looked up and widened. "No it's not."

   "Yes it-,"

"Gino, calm down. Our parents wouldn't cover up your murder."

He visibly settled down a bit.

"That would be my job."

He's evil.

"Angelo!" I scolded.

"What? No body no crime." He shrugged.

"No crime all together because none of us would kill him."

"Well-,"

"None."

"Kids! Get down here, family just pulled up!"

I looked up just as Angelo finished braiding.

"Ha, you're a kid."

He stared back down at me. "You're a grounded kid. No baking for a week."

   "But-,"

"Two weeks."

"I didn't even do anything-,"

"Let's make it a month, yeah?"

No problem, easy fix.

"Love you Ang."

He deeply sighed. "I love you too and that's not fair, that is an unfair advantage."

"How? Freedom of speech is a right."

"Because I've never been able to properly ground you. It always I love you or you look at me with those huge doe eyes."

"You mean these ones?"

"Mercury Angela." He warned.

"Fine, fine." I laughed.

Angelo definitely was not like the rest of his family.

Well, to other people he wasn't.

His stone cold exterior contrasted heavily against his family.

Every aunt, uncle and cousin that I had met was warm and welcoming, as if we had known each other for years.

Italians really are lovable, wow.

However, I hadn't seen the man himself since after he finished my hair.

He either got bombarded with questions, or he decided that he hated people today more so then usual.

"Are you Mercury?" A woman holding a little girl by the hand walked up to me.