When The Sun Goes Down - A Midnight Mafia Novel

Chapter Fifty-Three

Ice cream with Nash was completely harmless. He didn't mention Alessio or becoming an informant once. He talked mostly of Ellie and he had this way of telling stories that really drew me in. His hands waved vividly through the air as he spoke and his facial expressions were usually funnier than the actual story.

I forgot how angry I was with Alessio until Nash dropped me back off at my house. I changed my clothes and my shoes and decided I was beyond furious. I would go over there and give Alessio a piece of my mind. Drive my own car (if it would start), give him back the stupid dress and shoes, and tell him exactly how much I didn't need him or his money.

He was right, I had no reason to stay.

I sped the entire way to his house and stormed up the stairs. Pietro opened the door for me before I had a chance to throw it open dramatically. "Where is he?" I demanded with the dress draped over my arm.

"Kate."

I turned around to see his mother.

"I'd like to have a word with you." She said simply and walked away. I looked to Pietro who shrugged and then stomped after her. God help the soul who got in my way tonight.

I was ready to unleash a word of verbal abuse on this woman, maybe even call her a prostitute. But she caught me off guard with her first sentence. "My son quite fancies you." She said simply and sat down on a fancy looking couch.

I reluctantly sat beside her and tried to gather myself again. She would get it alright, I just needed to sort through my thoughts again.

"So I will ask you again, as a mother. What are you intentions with my son?"

"I, I don't know. I mean. My intentions are honest, I just..."

"Don't know where this is going?"

"Exactly."

She tapped her fingers nervously on her knee as we sat. "You wouldn't be the first girl who has been attracted to him for his wealth."

"I'm not."

"But you would be the first in a very long time he has actually been interested in. You can see how this could be a problem for us?" I sat quietly. "Alessio may not seem like it, but he is a very sensitive boy."

It was all I could do to keep from laughing hysterically. I contained myself almost completely but might have let a small snort out.

"I don't want my son to get hurt, nor do I want him abused for the power." She wiped a few invisible crumbs or bits of dirt off of her lap. "So how much do you want?"

"I'm sorry?"

"How much did you think you could squeeze out of my son? I can grant you a considerable sum and the guarantee we won't have you disposed of if you leave now."

"I don't want your money."

"It would save you a ton of time and energy. Save the hassle of having to work it out of him."

"I don't want your money or his. I have a job, a good job at that. I don't have any kids or a pet, the only people I have left are my dad and my uncle so I don't have anyone to take care of. I've had my car since I graduated college, it was a gift and I have no payment due on it. I'm fine. I'm getting along fine. I don't want your money, or your sons money."

"But you want my son?"

I stopped.

When I couldn't find my words she sighed. "I'm sorry. But I'm not buying this. Not one bit. Everyone wants something, everyone has a price. I could hand you a check with so many zeroes attached to the end you lose count."