"How did I know that he was gonna stick me with this job?" Luca whined. "I'm better than this and I'm capable of so much more," he slouched in the cloudy white oversized chair, really brining out his inner two year old.

"We know you are, baby," Alessandra said in a baby voice while rubbing Luca's shoulders. "But, if it makes you feel better, obviously Angelo trusts you a lot because he made you watch over Chloe while we are here."

"Good point," I said.

Luca rolled his eyes. "No, he hates me the most so he makes me do all the girly stuff with the girls. I think that's what you meant to say."

"No, he really doesn't hate you," I reassured.

"Whatever," he looked up at Alessandra. "When are the rest of the girls coming?"

The rest of the girls as in Alessandra's squad. Girls who were also somehow linked to others in the mafia and therefore somehow a strange part of my life now. Hence the reason why they were coming here.

I had acquired a small bridal party and I didn't even know some of them yet.

We've been in Italy now for two, going on three weeks and the only people I've met are Alessandra (who was leaning more towards the heavily pregnant side) and Lilly, Dom's girlfriend. And so far they've proven themselves worthy of my friendship.

There was another girl who would be in my bridal party and I think her name was Taleya. I don't know who she was to anybody, but I'd find out soon enough I'm sure.

Alessandra slowly planted herself in the small open space next to Luca on the chair, "Right after this we have a doctor's appointment to attend for our little bambina," she said quietly before pressing her lips firmly against his cheek.

It looked like there was nothing more Luca wanted to do than complain, but he held it together and instead let a small smile play across his lips, "It looks like its going to be another busy day," he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

I looked over to the glass front door of the small dress boutique, and saw two girls walking in. I knew the one with the wild blonde hair was Lilly and I just assumed the girl with straight brown hair was Taleya.

Seeing the three of these girls together made me feel...ugly. They were like super models with their long, toned legs and small figures. I was kind of like Taylor Swift in the sense that I was super awkward. I had long legs too, and a small frame but I didn't flaunt it like they did.

"Always late, I see," Luca commented while helping Alessandra get back on her feet. They were the cutest couple in the world.

"Oh shut up," Taleya glared evilly at him. I couldn't help but notice the weird accent she had. It was like...French. I was French, so that was cool. What's she doing in Italy though? I was going to make it my mission to find out. I didn't even know what she was to the mafia yet.

"Still sassy too."

"Chloe and I started picking dresses out while we were waiting for you two," Alessandra said, "My only request is that when you're looking at dresses, please don't forget about my bump. I don't really feel like squeezing into a tight dress. Oh and the dress has to be available in a dark red."

Alessandra, Lilly and Taleya all disappeared into different sections of the store. I turned to Luca, ready with my questions. He spoke first though, "What's wrong now, blondie?"

"Nothing. I'm not going to be the one wearing the dress so why should I tell them what to wear? I actually have questions for you."

"Of course, of course."

"First one. Who's Taleya to you guys?"

He gave me a weird look, "Does she bother you or something?" I shook my head. "Ok then, she's Francisco's sister. She was friends with all of us growing up and she's in Alessandra's small group of friends so if you don't like Taleya blame her not me."

"But she sounds French..."

"She was sent off to boarding school when she was younger because her step father didn't like her involvement with us. Needless to say she got sent off to France."

I decided that I was content with the answers he was giving me and moved on, "So what's the deal with the wedding? Why's it taking so freaking long?"

"Well..." it seemed as though he really didn't think he should tell me, "You're kind of not an Italian citizen, so a legal wedding here requires a shit ton of your paperwork. A shit ton of your paperwork that we don't have, so some of our people back in the states are working on that. It's taking way longer than it should though."

"Why couldn't we have just stayed in the states then?"

"The same thing would have happened just with Angelo's stuff instead of yours."

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"Oh Chloe!" Angelo sang from the kitchen. Gianna and Dominica went out for the night without making food first so Angelo was trying. I think he was actually failing though. "Come here!"

I hopped off the couch and joined him in the kitchen, "Can I help you?" I asked while forcing myself in the small spot between him and the counter.

"You actually can. Lets go find dinner someplace else."

"Sounds good. Just as long as its not spaghetti again. I swear to god, we've only had pizza or spaghetti in the time that we've been here."

"My favorite foods," he leaned down and placed the smallest of kisses on my lips.

"They'll make you fat."

He looked extremely offended, "Me? Fat? You're funny. I work out. Couldn't you tell, criceto?"

Conceited much?

I was about to say some snarky comment when his phone went off. He was quick to retrieve it and walk out onto the small balcony before saying anything to the person on the other line.

There was a knock on the door, which meant that I was almost certain I had no idea who the person was. Had it been Gianna or Dominica, they would have just walked in. The same could go for anyone else that came to Italy with us.

Then who was it?

I carefully and quietly approached the front door and looked out the small peep hole. I quickly covered my mouth before the loud gasp could escape.

Mr. D'Amico stood on the other side and I could just barely make out the outline of what was definitely a gun.

I was lucky to not have encountered him at all in the two, almost three weeks that we had been here, but sadly all good things must come to an end. I thought that I might have been married by now, but of course not. Things haven't really gone as planned in awhile.

I was about to go out to the balcony with Angelo, but as crazy as it may have sounded, he was nowhere to be seen. I didn't have many other options and I definitely wasn't going to open the door for Mr. D'Amico.

I rummaged through the kitchen drawers in search of a knife and realized that I was making way too much noise. It was too late to do anything about it now though.

"Chloe Cruise!" Some man shouted, but it really didn't sound like Mr. D'Amico.

Still without a weapon of any kind, I slowly approached the front door again and this time saw Mr. D'Amico with two guys. I didn't recognize the big one who looked like he could be the most famous celebrity's body guard, but I did recognize the guy who stood a safe distance away.

Lorenzo.

I sucked in a deep breath and gathered a little bit of courage, "I'm not opening the door so you might as well go away!" I realized that I sounded like one of the weakest people to ever walk this planet.

Where the hell was Angelo?!

With my eye still pressed to the front door, I saw Mr. D'Amico whisper something to the big guy. He nodded once and started to kick at the door. It only took him two times to get it successfully opened and by that time I had already backed myself into a corner. The big guy grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me out of the apartment.

In what seemed like a blink of an eye, I was standing right in front of a dark limo with a fuming Mr. D'Amico only inches away from me.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Smith, Eleanor, Angelo and Dom all steadily approaching. Both Dom and Angelo were armed and dangerous as hell.

Lorenzo, who seemed even angrier than Mr. D'Amico came up behind me and twisted my right arm behind my back, causing me to scream out in pain.

"Is this the part where you tell me that you've been lying to me this whole time?" Mr. D'Amico asked as Angelo stepped right beside me. "I don't like liars, son, and I know you don't either so let's cut right to the interesting part. Who the hell is this girl to you? Young women are distracting to young men and I cannot have my business going down the drain because of some girl who thinks she's something!" He shouted before giving me a disgusting look.

This is when Smith came up hesitantly and handed Mr. D'Amico a folded up piece of paper.

I watched as he opened the paper up and scanned over it. He looked back up at Angelo, even more angry than before. He was almost calm though which I found odd, "I don't believe this. Married? Who were the witnesses?"

Someone's got some mad forgery skills or something. Was Mr. D'Amico looking at a marriage certificate? It sure seemed like it.

"I will be looking into this," he said before him and his guys got into the limo.

I turned to Angelo and gave him my utmost displeased look.

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