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“Who's that?” I ask Alice. “Don Bellini, probably the reason you're here.” I raise one eyebrow. She wears a bewildered expression. “When we get home, we're watching some Mafia movies. Anyway, he's the big boss, whatever he says, goes.” Clyde returns to his position behind the bar. “What can I get you, two lovely ladies?” “Coke please,” we respond simultaneously. “That's a gorgeous dress, Eva. Is it new?” “Yes, I bought it today.” My hand flutters up to the neckline of my dress to caress the fabric. “You look beautiful.” A hot blush stains to my cheeks. Consequently, I lower my head and tuck my hair behind my ear. “Thank you.” “What about my dress?” asks Alice. “I also bought mine today.” She said it loud enough for Angelo to hear, but as …show more content…

“Girls, get back here with me,” Clyde warns. Alice grabs my hand, pulling me along with her as she dashes behind the bar. We duck down out of sight, huddle together, while Clyde remains standing as our protector. My body trembles, as does Alice's. I'm sure I would hear the sound of my rapid heartbeat if it wasn't for the angry shouting that only intensifies, in both Italian and English, though none of it makes any sense. Alice's shuddering breath sounds in my ear as her hand tightens in mine. “What do we do?” I whisper. Her sea-green eyes glisten from a fresh film of tears. “I don't know.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa, there’s no need for that,” shouts Angelo. Over the years, I've witnessed violence and enraged slurs, that have toughened every fibre of my being. This, however, has shaken me to the core. Nevertheless, my jittery hands reach the edge of the bar, hoisting the rest of my quivering body up to glimpse at the terrifying scene. Four of the men have guns trained on Frankie and Angelo. Never have I seen a gun before and was content to live the rest of my life never seeing one. Yet here I am, hiding behind a bar, possibly witnessing a shooting. It all seems so surreal. The Don has his arms folded over his chest, standing as a judge as his head swivels to observe each of the parties and listen to their accusations and arguments. Mario has his hands on his hips in a tranquil manner. In fact, Frankie and Angelo themselves seem nonchalant about the unfolding

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