Shattered

Chapter 17

Warning: this chapter is very cringy and it also mentions Jack.

Also, anything in the italics is meant to be people speaking Italian.

Read at your own risk.

Enjoy 😊

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The more people that showed up, the more anxious I got, the more people I recognized, and the more they started speaking Italian.

What did kind of surprise me was that Ace, Hunter, Charlie, Daxton, and Noah were also speaking Italian.

I pretended not to know what anyone was saying, letting them believe I didn't speak their language.

Joke's on you, suckers, I've been speaking Italian since I was 7.

After a few hours of half stumbling and half walking through the house with these heals on, my feet were starting to hurt.

They were comfortable at first, but the more I walked the more they hurt my feet.

I sat on the couch, being joined by Charlie who was smiling.

"So, what have you been up to?" He asked with a grin.

I was now even more scared of them than before.

Before I could respond, a guy with a dagger attached to his hip walked by.

"Hey, Charlie, what are you up to?" The guy with the dagger asked in Italian.

"Hey, David," Charlie smiled, "This is my sister, Adeline."

"It is very nice to meet you, Adeline," Dagger guy said with a strong Italian accent, "I have heard a lot about you."

I realized he was the same guy who was talking to Mr. Thompson in the kitchen.

"It's nice to meet you too." I put on a fake smile and shook his hand.

I assumed by his name; this was the David guy that nobody liked.

"I must go talk to your father now," David said, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Adeline."

And with that, he walked away, his sheathed dagger staying close to his hip.

I don't know if I was supposed to see that, but it was kind of obvious.

Maybe they assumed I wouldn't see it because the hilt and sheath were black like his pants, but they were stupid if they thought they could hide it like that.

Soon, it was time for dinner, and everyone piled into the dining room.

Let me just say, there were more than 30 people here.

There were easily 45 to 50 people, mostly men, and all who looked like they could kill you with just a glance.

My anxiety was out of control, but I tried my best to ignore it.

Throughout dinner, everyone spoke to each other in Italian about the Mafia and what they were planning on doing.

It was crazy to think that I've been living in a house full of Mafia people for the past 3 days.

I was now even more scared, but I continued to pretend I had no idea as to what they were talking about.

Once everyone was pretty much done eating, David, who was sitting right across from me, spoke in English.

"So, Adeline," He spoke with the same accent as earlier, "We have met before, do you remember?"

Of course, I did; he was Greg's righthand man.