Mafia Love

Chapter 2

Grace
I saw someone I never thought I would have seen again. "Mother," I say coldly.

"Darling," She turns around to face me. "Look at you. You look so...so...clean." That's the best she could come with.

I scoff, "What do you want, Mother? Why are you here? Do you need to pick from my bank account again to pay for your Botox? I can tell it's wearing off, your face is beginning to sag like a bulldog. Not that it didn't still sag with the Botox. I mean, you do make 45 look like the new 60." Three. Two. One.

"How dare you, Grace Marie! I'll have you know I am looking better than ever before."

"Yeah well not to me."

"Just shut up for one second you ungrateful child so I can tell you why I am here." She moves her hair out of her face. "I am here because I didn't have anywhere else to go. You see, your father, my husband, is seeing another woman. He has a mistress, Grace. A mistress!" Her eyes start to tear up. Oh brother.

"I'm supposed to care why? You both disowned me and here you are bawling your eyes out to me, no. Why would I care, Mother?"

She sniffs, "Because in order for me to keep charge of the company, I can't let your father know that I know. If I confront him about it, he'll cut me off financially." She grabs a tissue and blows her nose.

"Again," I say, "I don't see how this involves me."

"Well," she says, "I was wondering if I could stay with you for a couple of days, just until I feel like returning home. You see, I told your father that I was going to see my mom and really I wanted to see you." Oh hell no.

"Don't give me that bullshit, Mom. I know that you didn't want to see me. Who would come crawling back to their child, after disowning them, and ask them if they can stay with them?! You're insane to think that I would let you stay with me." I'm furious who does she think she is to me? She's dead to me for all I care. "You and Father never even came to Grandpa's funeral. I was the only one there from our side of the family."

"But Grace please-"

"No! No, Mother. Get out of the hospital, now. I don't care how much you paid my boss so that you could stay; I want you out now." I watch her as she exits the room. When she's gone I let myself fall to the floor and start to cry. Why did I have to have a dysfunctional family? Why do my parents only care about themselves. Why can't you come back to me Grandpa? Please come back to me. I need you.
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Alessio
*1 hour ago*
Cazzo!
I'm going to kill Lorenzo. That son of a bitch forgot to pick me up half an hour ago. I take out my phone and call him.

"Ciao."

"Lorenzo! Sei un coglione! Dove sei?! I have been waiting for over half an hour you asshole."

"Shit!" He hangs up the phone.

I'm currently standing around outside of a ratty old apartment building waiting for him. I look up from my phone when I hear two people arguing. I don't have time for this shit. I'm about to walk away when I see this woman take down a man twice her size. Interesting. She lets him go and he practically runs away. Hmm.

Soon Lorenzo pulls up to the curb in a black SUV. "I'm so sorry boss," he says.

"What's the excuse this time?"

I wait then he finally answers: "We were at a McDonald's." I just roll my eyes.

"Just drive." We take off and I can't help but remembering what I saw in front of the apartment building. I had a feeling it wouldn't the last time I saw something like that again.
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Grace
It's currently my lunch break and I'm a mess. My hair is all tangled from this toddler pulling on it when it came into the hospital, there's some blood stains on my scrubs because of two bloody noses from some boys, and on the way here I got splashed by a car again. I'm living the life aren't I.

I get my food from the cafeteria and sit down. Maybe I just need a change. Maybe I don't need to work at this hospital anymore. But I don't have any other choices to choose from. I sigh and eat my salad when my phone rings. It's Erica. Oh this will be good. I haven't talked to her since the blind date she got for me. I answer the phone.

"Grace?" She says. She sounds scared, like I'm going to yell at her or something. She should be because I am. Three. Two. One.

"Erica, sweetie... Voy a matarte! ¿Cómo te atreves a establecerme en esa fecha?! Mejor reza por tu seguridad. Soy-."

"Stop, stop, stop. Grace you know I hate it when you talk in Spanish; I can't understand a lick of what you're saying. Please, you're scaring me." I'm trying to hold in my laughter.

"Erica, if you ever, ever pull that stunt again I will kill you and hide your body where no one would find it. Got it chica?!" I hang up the phone and bust out laughing. I love scaring her.

I finish lunch and head back up to the ER to finish out my shifts I have to cover.

"Grace," my boss walks over to me, "there's some kid that threw up in one of the rooms go clean it up."  He pats me on my back then leaves. I go and grab the cleaning bucket and a whole lot of sponges and soap. This is not how I pictured being a nurse. You either let yourself be on top, or you let people walk all over you like a sidewalk. I take a deep breath. You're right, grandpa. I finish cleaning up the throw up, grab my things, and clock out. Tomorrow I start looking for a new job.
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Translations:
Cazzo-F*ck
Ciao-Hello
Sei un coglione! Dove sei?!- You f*cker! Where are you?!

Voy a matarte!-I'm going to kill you!
Cómo te atreves a establecerme en esa fecha?!- How dare you set me up on that date?!
Mejor reza por tu seguridad. Soy-."- Better pray for your safety. I am-

I am not in any way Italian but I am Puerto Rican and Mexican, and I do speak some Spanish so those Spanish translations should be correct.
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🎉 Chapter 2 is finished. Please note that chapters 1-3 are filler chapters but after chapter 3 things will start to become more enjoyable and they will be written longer. I'm not so good with male POVs so if you have any suggestions please don't be afraid to message me. Thanks.
Now, question of the day: What music do you like? Much love ❤️