Dinner with the Mafia ✔

Chapter 14

"First, don't call me a bitch or a snitch. I am not one of your soldiers you can threaten whenever you feel like it. I won't tolerate any disrespect from you or anyone else. Second, you better not betray me here. I am putting my neck on the line to open a new branch with you, so suck it up and step back." I was furious at his behavior, and his glare indicated that he was not pleased with mine either.

Dario smiled and grabbed my chin with his hand. I knew he was mad because of his firm hold. "Okay, I won't call you that. However, don't you ever dare slap me again. Next time that happens, I will cut off your arms and send you back to your dad," he warned, and I wanted to counter back, but he left his room before I got the chance to speak. I stayed in my chair for a while. 

He is bipolar, and I should tread carefully around him since I do not want drama around here. He is the mafia don, after all.

I got up, took my bag and laptop, and headed to my new room. I placed everything on the bed and started cleaning everything. The dust was everywhere, and I understood that Dario's definition of "clean" extended to tidiness only. He neglected this room since it was unoccupied, but that was about to change. After I finished scrubbing my room and was satisfied with the smell, I cleaned the whole house. I was not going to stay in a place full of filth.

"What are you doing?" Dario asked once he stepped inside the house. I was wiping the floor and would not let his dirty shoes waste my efforts. Was that blood on them? I better not ask.

"Don't you dare take another step with those shoes on! Take them off outside. I am cleaning!" I demanded as I wiped under the couches. "You don't stay here much, do you?" I stated when I looked at him.

He sighed yet took his shoes off per my command. He threw them outside and was careful not to step where I wiped. At least he had common sense. "No, I don't. I rarely stay here. I spent most of my time in grandpa's house, the main mafia headquarter."

"No wonder the house was filled with dust. Next time, you are helping me clean," I replied. Dario scoffed, sat on the couch, and raised his legs on the table.

"You don't have to clean it anymore; I can afford to hire a maid in case you forgot."

I rolled my eyes and finally sat after three long hours. "I can afford to hire someone to help clean too, in case you forgot, but one should clean their own house to feel some connection to it. Your house is so empty and lifeless," I reasoned, but he did not reply. I then remembered his last threat and felt sore again. I grabbed the knife from the fruit bowl on the table where he put his legs and threw it in his direction without warning. I aimed near his ear, and I hit that exact spot. "And don't you ever grab my chin again." He was too stunned to speak, and I did not give him the chance to say anything.

I walked upstairs to my room and suddenly heard him laugh. He was a weirdo, and I decided to ignore him for now. I took off my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower when my phone rang. I wrapped a towel around my body and got out of the bathroom to answer it. I looked at the screen and frowned. "Hello?" No answer. "Who is this?"

"My sweet Jolene... I am getting closer. Just wait for me, and I will save you again."

I hung up the phone before Atlas could say anything else. "This motherfucker!" I kicked the chair. "I will deform his face and put him in jail once I see him," I yelled, and not a second later, my door burst open.

"I heard shouting. Are you okay?" Dario asked as he looked at the flipped chair and then at my body. I was only in a towel but did not feel shy since I was too furious to care. However, I made sure that my scar from Atlas' last scheme was hidden from Dario's view.