Vincent

Dish

"So, what do you want to eat, American girl?" Luca inquired.

"A hamburger and french fries," I immediately said, naming the first American dish I could think of.

"Oh, are we going to be difficult?" he questioned.

I shrugged.

"I can heat you up parmigiana," he offered.

Again, I shrugged.

"Alright, il Tesoro," he walked over to the large, silver, shiny fridge, pulling out a container of food and grabbing a plate from the cabinet.

"I'm not hungry," I blurted out.

He looked back at me, raising an eyebrow in a questioning manner.

"No?" he asked.

"No," I confirmed.

"Well, now, you see, Alexis," he put away the container, leaning his elbows on the table, "the problem is, when one does not eat, they become unhealthy. Now, when Vinny sees that and your daddy calls to ask how you are and he tells him that 'your daughter isn't eating,' things will get complicated," he started, "now, if Vinny decides to lie and says that you're doing fine and your daddy finds out he lied, things will get complicated."

He was talking with his hands, my eyes watching.

"Now, il Tesoro, do you see how this is a problem?" he asked.

I didn't answer.

"No?" He sighed, straightening his posture, "all alright, come along, let's go get you in a room, we'll go see Vinny."

"Does everyone call him Vinny?" I questioned as I followed him out of the kitchen to the living room.

"Don't call him that," he scolded me as we walked up the stairs, "you call him Don Montivani, capisci?"

"Si, capisco," I nodded.

"We can call him Vinny because we know him, you do not call him that," he finalized as he knocked on the door, "Luca."

"Come in," I heard the voice on the other side.

He opened it, revealing Don and Dante sitting in the seats, drinking. The Campari was sitting in the middle of them, on this short table.

"Alexis," Dante grinned, "still flustered?" He teased me.

My face heated and I looked the other way. Unfortunately, the other way was Don Montivani.

I frowned, disgusted, looking at my shoes instead.

"Flustered?" I heard a deep, Italian voice ask.

Don Montivani.

"Walked in on him and the whores," Luca explained, "she won't eat," he snitched.

"Ah," he chuckled.

I felt his gaze on my face but I refused to look over.

"So, do you have a kink for watching people?" he laughed, Dante and Luca following.

I will literally kill myself.

Not literally, but I will run away! Or something!

"Not eating?" he questioned.

"Yes," Luca nodded.

"Alright, you two are dismissed," he ordered.

I thought he meant me and Luca so I turned around but Luca grabbed my shoulder, turning me back around as Dante stood up.

They left me.

I frowned at the door as it closed.

No, come back.

"Alexis," Don Montivani called.

I turned my attention back to him, hesitating.

He grinned at me.

"Come sit, cara," he did a hand motion to the chair.

It was so simple yet so alluring.

"Let's have a little chat."