Page 4 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Heir

“Oh, good! You got the stuff,” he chirps. “I thought it would be better than those old pajamas you had on.”

I hold up a shiny, leopard print top. “I know my mom is Italian but how Italian do you think I am?”

Vinny chuckles. “The lady said they were the latest fashions.

“Who did you speak to? Snooki? Half the cast of Jersey Shore?” I snap. I roll my eyes but catch myself as Vinny shoves his hands in his pockets. “I…thank you. It is better than my dirty pajamas.”

I could slap myself for feeling bad about my tone. This jerk kidnapped me and here I am trying to be thankful for the new wardrobe that’ll make me look like a Jersey Shore reject.

Vinny moves closer but pauses when I jolt back. “I want you to feel comfortable.”

“Before you kill me?” I ask sharply.

“I can’t tell you what their plans are—”

“Their plans?” I repeat. “So, you’re taking orders and don’t know what’s gonna happen next?”

Vinny sighs. “Yes, technically.”

“Great, so this is just a little side gig for you, huh? You’re figuring it out while I wait every day to see if I’m gonna get shot in the head?” I scream.

I don’t care if he did something nice. I want to get the hell out of this shithole and I want him to pay for what he did to me.

Vinny steps closer, this time with his finger pointed at me. A dark look glazes over his eyes as his breathing becomes jagged.

“Watch it, kid,” he says.

“Or what? I already know what happens with this kind of thing. Did you think you could make me feel better if you bought me stuff?” I ask with a bitter laugh. I plop on the side of the bed defeatedly.

“Well, go on. Get it over with! Do what you people always do with women you capture,” I cry out. Vinny’s anger dissipates. He steps back with his eyes softening. For some reason, this pisses me off more.

“Do it!” I scream as I grab one of the red, peep-toe pumps from the new wardrobe, and hurl it at him. It lands on his hand and Vinny winces. I decide to grab the other, this time aiming at his head. Vinny dodges it and holds his hands up.

“Alright, you need to take a breath,” he orders.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” I roar as I grab a pair of jeans and throw it. Vinny closes in and pushes me onto my back with my arms pinned above my head.

“Listen, I’ve seen sick shit and grown up with some dark people, but I’m not that kind of man,” he assures me.

“Yeah, right. I bet that’s what you always say.” I retort.

“I’m not letting go until you chill out,” he continues. “We’re both in this situation and we have to deal with it.” Hot, angry tears roll down my face. I feel heat take over my legs and face and before I know it, I’m sobbing hysterically. Vinny finally lets go as I cry into the sheets. It only takes a few seconds for me to realize the real culprit of the anger and tears. Sure, Vinny kidnapped me and got me ugly clothes, but none of this would be my reality if it weren’t for my parents.

“I just wanted to be normal,” I whimper in between sobs. “I finally got into college and was going to join the film club.”

Vinny is sitting on the side of the bed and nods. “Do you like movies?”

I wipe my face. “All I had were movies when I was a kid. We were always facing eviction or my dad slinging drugs. Nothing was ever solid except movies.”

Vinny pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and I take it graciously. “I really lovedThe Breakfast Club,” Vinny admits.

I dab my puffy eyes. “Let me guess, you’re a Bender.”

He surprises me as he shakes his head and says, “More of a basket case. I wasn’t popular in high school.”

“Yeah right. You’re all cool with the tattoos and you’re obviously hot,” I say too quickly without stopping myself.

Vinny squints his eyes. “Hot?”

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