"How long was I out and where did you find the time to call for a limo?" I asked while crawling inside, and situating myself in the open spot between Angelo and Dom. Both looked slightly frazzled, possibly because of the run in with the supposed Russian mafia earlier today.

"You were out for a few hours," Luca said just as the limo started to pull away from the hospital, "And who doesn't have a limo on speed dial? If you're rich anyways."

"Well my dad never had one on speed dial and he's a billionaire for your information."

"Yeah, we know."

I let the ride stay silent for a minute before I started to speak again. I was only talking to one now though.

"Where are you hiding that oh so scary gun of yours?" I asked while feeling around his waistline. I couldn't feel anything, no trace of any weapon.

He gently pushed my hands away, clearly uncomfortable with my pat down, "I don't have one right now, if you must know everything, criceto."

"Ohh, so Mr. Mafia is unarmed? That seems like a first, kinda dangerous too now that the Russians are clearly after us. More specifically me. Where are we going now? I thought there was another mafia house here. Why haven't we gone there yet?"

"You ask so many questions. You're never going to this mafia house, because you would definitely get yourself killed there. The people here don't mess around Chloe, and I don't feel like cleaning up your spilled blood."

"So I'm going to be living in a hotel for the rest of my life is what your saying?"

"I didn't say that-"

"You're not denying it either."

He shook his head, "Where'd you get shot?" He totally changed the subject.

"My leg-"

Now he cut me off, "Does it hurt?"

"I can't feel anything," I inched my face closer to his, a sudden rush of adrenaline washing over me, "So you're gonna have to carry me around, Mr. Mafia."

He scoffed, "We'll see about that."

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We were back at Angelo's mom's home. Luca and Dom didn't come with us though, they went to a hotel instead.

Gianna, Angelo's mom came out into the small living room where I was spread out on the couch comfortably, Angelo was on the floor right in front of me, covered up in a flannel blanket.

"Hai fame," she said.

"Are you hungry, she asks," Angelo translated before grabbing the remote and flipping through channels on the super small tv. It was like ten inches.

I shook my head, "I'm fine."

Angelo said something to her and she nodded, "Buona notte," she said before switching the living room light off and heading down the small hallway to her room.

"Where's Dominica?" I asked, "I haven't seen her today."

"I don't know and I don't really care. Why should you?"

"Not really a family kind of guy, are ya?" I joked. I knew he wouldn't be coming around here if he didn't love his family, so he must have just been really tired or something.

"Not really a quiet kind of girl, are you?" He laughed. I think it had something to do with what was on the tv though. Too bad it was in freaking Italian.

"Can I ask you a real question where I get a real answer?" I asked.

"A real answer? What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're not always honest with me-"

"Lies. But, what is your dumb question?"

"Is the Russian mafia really after me?"

"Well..." and for the first time in his life he sounded unsure, "Yes. But..." He sat up, now almost totally level with me, he still had the height advantage though, "Don't worry. Hopefully after today, they'll stay away. No amount of money is worth death," he laid back down on the floor.

"So they do want me for my money?"

"I don't know, I'm just assuming. That's why anybody else would want you, I figure."

"But you didn't use my money. You didn't even kill me after you found out I had no way of getting it. I'm kind of confused."

"I don't know why you can't be like anyone else and just be grateful that you are still alive. Why do you have to question everything?"

Well, I wasn't going to get an explanation. So I closed my eyes and ignored him for the rest of the night.

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I woke up to a horrible kink in my neck and a terrible pain in my leg. I didn't have my pillow or blanket anymore either so I was freezing.

I looked down to see that Angelo had my pillow and was cozily wrapped in two blankets, mine being one of them. What a jerk.

"Ouch," I groaned, my leg throbbing.

A grumble came from Angelo who still looked sound asleep. Can't always trust those mafia men though, "It's so fucking cold!" He whined and pulled the blankets closer to him, eyes still closed tightly.

"Are you awake?" I poked his cheek.

He slapped my hand away, "I've been awake for a really long time, criceto. Now shut up, you're loud," he pulled the covers over his head and turned so that his back was to me.

"Your hair is so soft!" I squealed while accidentally getting my hand tangled in it.

"God, you're worse than a bambina."

"Did you just call me Bambi?! I love that movie."

"You're ridiculous. Bambina. It means child. You are worse than a child."

"That's-"

He shot up, hooked his arms around my waist, covered my mouth with his hand and pulled me down onto the floor with him. Surprisingly enough, he was even careful as to not injure my leg further, or put me in anymore pain, "What was that for?" I whispered while gently resting my head on the pillow, the pillow he so rudely took from me while I slept.

"I thought that maybe you'd finally be quiet. I was obviously wrong. Consider yourself lucky, not many people are offered the chance to prove me wrong, Criceto."

"Ok then, Mr. Mafia," I snatched one of the two blankets Angelo had wrapped around him, causing him to growl rather loudly at me. "I guess a few more hours of sleep wouldn't kill me."

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Girly giggles filled the room, pulling me out of a sleep I had desperately needed. I slowly opened my eyes, my blurry vision only revealing the hardwood floor underneath the sofa.

My head wasn't resting on the cloud that most would call a pillow, and I knew for a fact it wasn't on the hard ground either.

Angelo.

I wasn't sure if the fact that he wasn't soft was good or bad. It was bad for my comfort, but good for his sex appeal. As much as it killed me to admit it, he didn't lack in that department at all.

My arm was draped over him, serving as my own life sized teddy bear. Now I was scared to look at the people the giggles were coming from, but I knew it had to be done. Slowly I removed my arm from Angelo and rolled over onto my back instead of my side.

Gianna and Dominica were hovering over us. Dominica was covering her more than likely gaping mouth with her hand, while Gianna stood in awe. She said something to Dominica, obviously not in English. Dominica nodded to her though.

"Why would you lie to us Chloe?" She asked. "You said you weren't with my brother. We don't judge here."

"What?"

Angelo made some weird noise, indescribable by any word. He opened his eyes slightly, "Why am I wet?" He looked down at his torso, where my head had been resting just moments ago.

My eyes widened, embarrassment washing over me. I drooled on the Mafia Boss' shirt?!

Well this couldn't get any worse.

Dominica giggled, "Ok, that's a little grossa."

"What is?" Angelo asked.

"Chloe," she motioned to me. After seeing the confused look on Angelo's face, her eyes bugged and she made an 'O' with her mouth. "You two aren't together."

Both Angelo and I shook our heads, "Are you on farmaci, Dominica?" He asked. Gianna gave Angelo a bad look before grabbing Dominica's arm and pulling her into the kitchen. "Did you sleep on me, fiore? And then drool all over me?"

"No, it was the magical drooling fairy. God, who raised you?"

He smirked knowingly at me.