Chapter 5[Dinner]

Athena

One of the maids brought me to a room I’m assuming is going to be my prison cell for the next six months.

“So, uhm… I’m Athena. What’s your name?” I tried starting a conversation with the maid, I mean if I’m going to be here for eight months, might as well make some friends.

“My name is Cecilia. The bathroom is over there and the closet is right there” she said pointing at the corner of the room. “There are a lot of clothes in the closet, all new, boss got them. Dinner will be ready in 10, you might want to freshen up. Do call me if you need anything." She spoke to me like she was addressing a 9-year-old and left before I could even say anything else.

“Annnd off she goes. Did she say dinner will be ready in 10? who gives a lady ten minutes to get ready. Fuck that, Im’ma get ready whenever the fuck I want”

A sigh escaped my lips as I went to check the closet

“Damn, their boss got good taste”

I stepped into the bathroom thinking of how hot I’d look for dinner and I stepped out, threw a hoodie and shorts on, and did my hair in a rough bun.

‘It’s just dinner, no need to get all dolled up’

The moment I worked into the dining room, I instantly regretted the decisions I’d been making for the past 48 hours and questioned my entire existence.

There were like 50 men gathered around the table.

‘Okay, I exaggerated there were just 9 of them.'

I recognized only two of them, Luciano and the kind fella that borrowed me his phone

“You’re here, have a seat,” Luciano spoke

‘Who me?’

All the color drained from my face when all their attention turned to me. They’d started eating already so I tried to find a seat that won’t draw much attention to me. Who am I kidding, they are all staring at me right now.

‘Hey! Don’t y’all know that it’s rude to stare?’

Okay, forget their manners, how come the only seat left is the one right next to Luciano?

‘Well, crap!’

Dinner’s going well, they're all speaking in fucking Italian which I understand but I'm pretending I don’t just for the fun of it. They were just talking about some boring ass shit anyways until they mentioned me.

"Come facciamo a sapere che non è una spia per Il pazzo?" Some dude with brown eyes and a weird haircut said.

“How do we know she’s not a spy for The Madman?”

How do I know they were talking about me? I’m the only “she” on this table.

‘Bro, I’m sitting here trying not to choke on my food and embarrass myself and you’re worried Im’ma snitch on y'all?' I yelled mentally but I tried not to give a reaction.

"Non è una spia"

“She’s not a spy”

Awn, Luciano defended me.

"Non possiamo esserne così sicuri capo" Another guy spoke

“We can’t be so sure boss”

"Fidati di me, non è una spia. Guardala, non assomiglia per niente a una spia. Sembra il tipo che starebbe seduto tutto il giorno a guardare commedie romantiche su N*****x e mangiare un sacco di cibo spazzatura." Luciano said and they all erupted in laughter.

“Trust me, she’s not a spy. Look at her, she looks nothing like a spy. She looks like the type that would sit around all day watching romcoms on N*****x and eat a lot of junk food."

*gasp* RUDE! but true.

"Ma lei non è grassa tu. Ha un corpo fantastico, davvero sexy. Certamente il mio" The one with the weird haircut said giving me a disgusting look.

“But she isn’t fat thou. She has a great body, really sexy. Certainly my type”

FUCK YOU, WEIRDO

They all stopped and looked at Weirdo as Luciano shot him a death glare.

"Capo scusa, sono stato portato via"

“Sorry boss, I got carried away”

"Verrai portato via in una bara se non stai zitto cazzo"

“You will get carried away in a coffin if you don’t shut the fuck up”

We were all distracted by the door as it closed with a loud bang.

“I told you all not to disturb me while I’m wor…king” A handsome-looking man announced from the living room but paused for a while and looked confused when he arrived at the dining room. He kind of looks like Luciano.

“Why is there a girl here? Luciano never brings his whores home? Who’s she” The guy questioned.

‘First off, RUDE! Has nobody got any manners in this house? Even the maids got attitude’ Well, he does not seem to mean it in a rude way but out of curiosity, I think but still he could have at least said it in Italian.

“Well hello to you too Gio” Luca said trying to get Gio to shut the fuck up. Finally someone with manners. Wondering how I know his name? Luciano mentioned earlier, no big deal.

“Oh! The Madman’s Daughter” Gio mouths but I know what he said.

So tactless

I do wonder why they all keep calling Romano The Madman. Well, it's certainly a befitting name.

“Step-daughter” I corrected, I HATED it when people refer to me as Romano’s daughter. He is NOT my father.

“Oh, my bad. I’m Gio” He stretched his hand for a shake

“Athena” I replied as I shook his hand

“I have heard NOTHING about you”

“Same” ‘Bro you just said who why step-father is but I'll play along’

“Wow, I love her vibe”

"Nel mio ufficio Gio, Ora" Luciano said and he sounded serious, Gio nodded and looked at me.

“In my office Gio, Now,”

“Excuse me, duty calls,” He says with a smile as he leaves and I also try to force a smile so I don’t seem “rude.”

With Luciano, Gio, Luca, and some other guys gone, I am left at the dining table with Weirdo. I got up to leave but he grabbed my wrist

‘Shit, these guys are fast'

“If you don’t get your filthy hand off me, I'm gonna cut it off, real clean,” I said as I reaped my arm out of his grasp and made my way to my room.

“Feisty. You’ll come around, they always do” He yelled after me.

Fucking psycho He’s the ugliest of the guys I met today and it makes me wonder if he’s Italian at all.

Luciano

“I checked all the records, nothing about this "new business venture" Romano's been talking about,” Gio reported

“Looks like The Madman is up to no good again,” Luca said

“I knew it, I fucking knew it” I roared

“So what's our next move ?” Luca asked

“Nothing. For now, we're going to let the madman have his fun." I answered

"What's on your mind?" I asked Gio because he seemed absent-minded

"Just wondering. What does Athena have to do with all of this?"

"I don't know maybe because she is his daughter?" I answered not trying to hide the irritation in my voice. How could he fail to see the reason?

"STEP-daughter. If you haven't noticed she hates his guts" Gio countered

"Yeah. Some say she ran away from him when she was 15 just two years after her mom passed. Guess she couldn't stand all his shit" Luca added

"As long as she doesn't mess with me or my business, I don't care what happens to her"