Taking over the seat is something I never considered doing.
Yes, I married Anthony and I am entitled to be called Mrs.Maranzano. However, everything is only by title. I hold no actual power inside the mafia.
None. Nada. Zippo.
Now, this crazy lady who I barely know is telling me to take over?
"I-Is there any other way?"
There's a brief silence. "I thought you said you'd do anything. Is this the extension of your affection for your lover? Honestly, I'm quite disappointed. More in Anthony than you."
My hand grips tightly onto the bench. "I don't...Why would you-"
"Because I would've thought Anthony would've picked a stronger girl considering his position."
My body jolts upward capturing some attention from the guards. "And what about you? Would you-"
"In a heartbeat," she responds before I can finish. "If my lover is in danger. I would do anything for him."
My lips press thin, and the only thing I can think about is how cowardly I am. If I'm at risk, Anthony would do anything to save me. However, here I am, afraid to take a single step.
"If that's your limitation. Then, I guess we are done here," she said smoothly.
"I'll do it," I blurt out before my mind can fully progress the situation.
"Angel, why are you hiding at the edge of the room?" a deep voice rang. It's unfamiliar, but it feels as if I heard it before. I shake my head, trying to knock out the odd emotion. Ever since Anthony went missing, my dieting altered and I could barely eat. I can't sleep at night with the thought that someone may slam through the large white double doors and tell me that Anthony is gone.
I don't want him to be gone.
I want him beside me.
"I errrr...talking to a friend."
"Nina?"
"Were you always so invasive?" she snaps at the man. "God! Can't a woman get some space!" I hear a door slam.
"Antonio told me that Anthony's mother is with you. Go to her. She will teach you everything you need to know on how to be a cold-hearted ruthless killing bitch."
But, that's not what I want to be.
I can hear some knocking. "Angel! I'm sorry! Don't lock yourself inside the bathroom! You know I get worried when you get angry and stay there! I'll buy you more pickles!" His tone hints desperation.
"I want two jars!" she shouts, before returning to the phone. "I'll call you."
The line end.
I lower the phone wondering what happened.
Pressing my phone onto my lap, I swallow, pushing the event that occurred earlier aside. I am afraid of Anthony's mother and she doesn't seem to be too fond of me. Who am I kidding? She hates me.
Gripping tightly onto my phone, I take a step towards the mansion. Then, step back. Forward. Back. Forward. Back. Forward. Back.
"What exactly are you doing?" I turn my head to see Pietro standing beside me with an unlit cigarette between his lips. He places it between his fingers, motioning it downward.
"Pietro...Do you think there may be a small chance that Anthony's mother may like me?" Even if it is a very slim one, I am willing to take it. I will grab hold of what I can.
"Well considering how she hasn't killed you." The beating inside my chest increases. "I think she may somewhere deep down have some acceptance of you."
I release a breath of relief. "That's good-"
