Falling For The Mob Boss's Son [info] This Can't Be Good

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I parked my black MV Agusta F4 CC motorcycle in the dark corner of the alley way and walked towards the solid steel door. The cold wind ripped at my body causing my platinum blonde hair to flow out behind me. I wrapped my jacket tighter around me. Man, I hate the cold.

I knocked on the door and the eye slit opened to reveal a pair of two beady eyes. His eyes widened in realization and the slot closed, followed by a series of unlocking dead bolts until the door opened.

“He’s not here.” The big tall man answered gruffly, crossing his arms.

“yet.” I snapped, pushing passed him. God, why is every bouncer an asshole?

I walked into the warm atmosphere at Dino’s Italian Restaurant. The people here were completely oblivious that Dino’s hosts gang meetings in the back. But that’s not why I was here. I walked down into our booth, the farthest one from the door in a secluded corner and sat down. I only had to wait a minute.

“Don’t you have homework to do?” A familiar voice said, causing me to smile. Frank, an old family friend and my mentor since I was eight, slid into the seat opposite of me.

“4.0 remember? Besides you called me.” I ran a hand through my hair as I paused. “So what’s up Chief?”

Frank took out a manila folder from his jacket and slid it across the table to me. I opened it and read the description of my new target.

Name: Mark Sullivan
Age: 35
Background: Born as Mario Rossi in southern Italy on December 7th, 1968. He manufactures cocaine and bullets from Pier 16 in Brooklyn, New York. Has an ally in a small Chinese mob. 1 son named Luca Rossi, who is second in command.

Wanted for threatening those within the protection of the Cosa Nostra.

“When are we doing this thing?” I asked, closing the file and handing it back to him. I had a photographic memory and I only need to see things once to memorize them. He put the folder back into his jacket before folding his arms and leaning back against the seat.

“I don’t know. I just got this today. I’ll call you when I get any news.”

I nodded and stood up. “Well, I’ll see you soon, chief.”

“Take care, Bambi.”

I left the restaurant and rode back to my apartment. My “family” lived in Arizona, therefore when I moved out here I shared an apartment with Frank. When I turned 18 I moved out into this apartment that I bought when I was 17. It was Sunday night, the last night of winter break and school picked back up tomorrow. I changed into a black cami and sweatpants and got ready for bed. I walked over to the window and looked out at the cold Manhattan city. I shivered. I loathed the cold with a passion.

Why can’t it just be warm!? I climbed into bed, not looking forward to the following day.

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“Shane! Open up! I forgot my key!” Kat yelled through the door as she constantly banged on it. I rolled over to check the clock. It was 7:06am. I laid in my bed for a second before begrudgingly getting up and opening the door.

“You know the reason I gave you a key is so that I could sleep in.” I mumbled as I sat down on my big comfy couch.

Kat smiled as she shook Starbucks hot chocolate in front of my face. “But you love me.”

I took it out her hands, thankful for something warm.

“School starts in 45. You ready?” Kat asked, taking a sip of her caramel frappachino. I don’t understand how she can have an iced coffee drink when its 28 degrees out. “Yeah. I’m going to take a quick shower and I’ll get ready.”

“Mkay. I’m going to watch TV.”

I took a shower and got ready for school. My hair dried naturally straight with little waves running through it. I straightened it and put it in a lose half up half down do, letting stray tendrils fall into my eyes softening my features. Then, I applied makeup to my eyes to give that smoldering look. I changed into the traditional school uniforms, white blouse and deep blue plaid skirt with the black stockings and shoes. The boys wore a deep blue coat and pants with a white shirt and a black tie.

I checked myself in the mirror before grabbing my books and purse. I walked out to the living room to see Kat already waiting.

“Finally.”

I rolled my eyes and headed out the door. Natalie met us at my car, because it was my time to drive carpool. We got in and I speed down the street to our school. Yes, even though it is within walking distance of the student dorms, I still liked to take my car to school, partly because it made it so easy to ditch.

As we walked up the flight of stairs to the entrance of the school, we tried to ignore the persistent cat calls that were whistled at us by the popular pretty boys and jocks at this school. I ignored them while Kat flipped them off and Natalie glared at them. The boys here think that they are the best the world has to offer. That is why I don’t date guys from here. They either are complete and total sex-crazed, self absorbed, ego driven idiots that I have ever met or they’re gay. The few who are in the grey area have already been taken. The self absorbed sexist pigs just see girls as notches in their bedposts, and we’re [Kat, Natalie and I] at the top of their “to do” list.

We walked to our usual spot which was the corner table in the quad. We sat down and immediately Kat and Natalie got into a conversation. We had a group of wannabes that surrounded us, hanging on our every word, scrutinizing our every move. I ignored them and took to watching the school population with a bored expression. Everyone was so predictable. It was mostly rich kids that went here, and if you weren’t rich, you didn’t fit in. It bugged me to no end. After all, wealth isn’t everything.

I watched a small group of middle class kids huddle in the corner, with their 6 month old iPods and cell phones, laughing up a storm. I’ve hung out with them at parties once or twice, and I found them to be really nice. It’s a shame that everything at this whole fucking school was about social class.

I moved on to the jocks, who of course were passing around a football or drooling over some girl in a mini skirt that passed, which just so happened to be Angela Martin, who probably hemmed her skirt that short.

Boy, don’t get me started on Angela Martin. She hates me for some strange reason, I honestly have no idea what I did. Natalie told me it was because she was jealous and it probably is. I have everything Angela wants; looks, money, and popularity.

Sure, she’s not bad looking, and her wealth is adequate, but she’s so fake it’s unbearable. The only girls that hang around her are other wannabes. Even guys are turned off by how fake she is. I shook my head when she shot a glare at me. Honestly, I didn’t have time to hate people, nor did I care.

I glanced around once more surveying all the other cliques. Suddenly the student body got quiet and everybody started to look towards the entrance gates. There were three unbelievably hot guys standing there, looking brand new to the school. One had blonde hair and the other two had different shades of brown hair. They were all impeccably dressed, which made me think that they were gay or metro. The one in the middle was looking around when his eyes found mine. Our eyes locked and even though I wanted to, I couldn’t look away.

“Oh. My. God. New guys!” Natalie squealed, flashing a flirtatious smile over towards the three of them. This made me break the eye contact I was having with the leader and look at her. “Nattie, why do have to be interested in everything that has a penis?”

She slapped me on the arm then winked at one of the guys. The other girls that surrounded our table giggled and gossiped about how hot the boys were. I rolled my eyes.

Suddenly the bell rang and we got up and said our goodbyes to each other. Natalie and Kat walked off to their Portuguese class while I walked off to English AP. I had already taken Portuguese over this summer to get out of any events with my half sister. Yes, the half is very important.

The whole reason as to why I’m going to school in Manhattan, is her. She’s a…yeah, just don’t push me with her. I take as many classes as I can over the summer so I don’t have to go see her. This includes Statistics, Geometry, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, Chemistry, Physics, and Pre Cal. I also took some philosophy and Psychology classes at the nearby JC just to stay away from her. She can’t argue either, because I’m going to school.

I’ve gotten ahead on my classes so I usually just tune out the teacher, study for the test and get an A. I sat down at the desk in the far corner of the room and looked out the window. “Welcome back Class. I trust your winter break went well?”

Ha. No. Not when I have to see Stevie. Thankfully I only went back for five days and I was back in Manhattan for New Years.

The class mumbled back half hearted responses, due to the fact that it was still early. Mr. White smiled. “Great. Well today we have a new student joining us. This is Leonardo Giordano and he just came here from Xavier. Please give him a warm welcome.”

There were gasps and giggles from the girls and mumbling from the guys. I laughed secretly. The last guy to come to Dalton hooked up with Kat and they dated for about a year until he graduated. New Kids, especially guys, were bad news to them.

“Now, where should you sit…” Mr. White said, pretending. I sighed impatiently. Seriously? There’s an empty desk right in front of you.

“Hm. I think I’ll sit you by Ms. Moretti.” He said pointing to me. “Take your seat Mr. Giordano.” As he walked down the aisle to sit in the seat next to me, I could hear the girls groaning in disappointment and the boys growling in anger.

“Great!” I heard Bernice Stanley whisper harshly to her BFF Jessica Riley. “Don’t even give the other girls a chance! Just let him fall head over heels for Shane flipping Moretti! And I think he might actually have a chance with her! UGH! It’s so not fair!”

I scoffed silently. I don’t date guys here. And now that he goes here, the rule applies to him too.

Jessica whispered back. “But she doesn’t date guys that go here. Maybe…?”

Bernice rolled her eyes. “Oh com’on! He’s flipping gorgeous! And since when does Moretti follow rules?”

Touché.

Okay, she had a point there. I like Jessica though. It’s good to know that not every girl hates me. As for Bernice, I officially wanted to beat her outside her head. If she says one more thing I probably will too.

He came down and sat down next to me. “Now, Ms. Moretti, I trust you read the assignment over the winter break, did you not?”

Of course I did, dipshit. How do you think I escaped Stevie’s incessant talk of Our Savior Jesus Christ?

“Yes.” I said, putting an edge in my voice. “Good.” Mr. White said his gaze hardened as he met my electric blue eyes. “Then you wouldn’t mind telling me what Iago’s motives were?”

Oh, please. As if that question is so hard.

I turned my unrelenting gaze upon him. “Iago was jealous of Othello picking Michael Cassio over him for the position of Lieutenant. Iago therefore used Desdemona to get back at Othello because he’s jealous and feels betrayed.”

Mr. White nodded, accepting the generic answer. But I wasn’t done.

“However, critics and Freudians have said that Iago’s motives are due to jealousy of a scorned lover. After all there is a parody of a wedding scene in the play between Othello and Iago, maybe Shakespeare was insinuating something. In that case, Iago is jealous of the fact that Othello chose Desdemona over him, and therefore vowed to get revenge on him.”

Mr. White had the perfect shocked look on his face. Everybody in class was surprised too. I don’t know why they are though; I tend to have these little upsets whenever a teacher challenges me, which Mr. White foolishly just did.

The new kid chuckled quietly beside me. Mr. White turned blankly back to the chalk board and began to write the play synopsis on the board. I smirked, content with my victory and turned back to the window to continue with my daydream. I felt a pair of eyes on me and turned to see the new kid Leonardo staring at me. “What?”

He chuckled quietly and shook his head, turning back to the board. I pulled out my notebook and started taking down notes that I knew I wouldn’t need. I loved Shakespeare’s works. There are always so many interpretations but teachers only wanted one: the one they told you.

Mr. White droned on about the imagery that was essentially pointless. I found my eyes drifting back to the window. I watched the birds fly freely in the sky.

“Ms. Moretti, would you kindly read for us on page 473?” I rolled my eyes. “Okay.” I said half heartedly. I really just wanted to strangle the teacher because he keeps trying to one-up me. Unfortunately for him, I was paying enough attention where I know where the last reader left off. I picked up the passage with ease, breezing through the paragraph until Mr. White reluctantly told me to stop. I smirked smugly to myself.

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