I stare at the gray hairs in the back of some guys head. My thoughts kept wandering and I was bored out of my mind. Here we were the biggest crime family in New York attending Mass on Easter Sunday. There was no choice in the matter. Family, church and business that's what we lived by.
As Victimae Paschali filled my ears I closed my eyes trying to drown it out. It wasn't that I didn't believe in religion. My family has been catholic for centuries I just didn't necessarily believe that God would be having mercy on our souls.
We can't pray to God and confess our sins then go blow a hole through the next guys head right after service. It never made sense to me. Of course when I voiced these opinions to my mother she had my father kick my ass side ways. It wasn't a question or an option in a traditional family like ours things just were.
Feeling a sharp flick on the back of my neck I snap my eyesight to see who's behind me. What the fuck? I see a little red head child smirking at me as he gets ready to flick me again. Narrowing my eyes I flip him off before turning around again.
I swear people didn't know how to control their children now a days. Speaking of parents I groan in my pain as my mother slaps me on the back of my head.
"Really Christian? You're going to flip a child off in church?" She whispers harshly.
"He started it." I grumbled under my breath. Yea okay I know it was immature but I had the temper of a fucking animal. I couldn't control it. I blamed the Italian blood in my veins. We tend to be hot headed.
Stretching my legs I stand at the end of service silently thanking God that it was over. I just wanted to head home but first I had our family brunch. My mother swore it wasn't mandatory to attend but my memory tells me differently. The last time I skipped out on a Sunday dinner I got my ass handed to me by mother and had to deal with her at my at house 24/7 for a week straight. There was no way in hell I was doing that shit again.
I stand out side the pew and wait for my family to step out. All eyes were on is just like they were every Sunday. My mother wore a black dress that came to her knees with medium sized pearls hanging around her neck and white gloves. She was always a classy woman. Every female in this room admired and envied her at the same time. An every male fantasized about her. It's just the way things were.
She was the wife a Mafioso she had represent at all times. Putting on my shades I fall in line behind my brother. Making the sign of the cross for the last time I head outside.
"Christian don't forget about the family brunch be at the house by 4 o'clock" My mother says as she fixes my tie. I sigh in frustration. I was 27 years old and she still treated like her baby. I look over her should and see Kate and Elliot already leaving. Those two were always going off unnoticed.
"I got it ma don't worry I'll be there." I kiss her cheek and try to walk towards my brand new Aston Martin. Unfortunately I don't get very far because my father is right on my tail.
"Christian you know the Kavanagh's will be at dinner tonight be on your best behavior I expect nothing less. Also we have a job coming up." I stiffly nod my head in understanding before walking towards my car.
Sliding into the front seat I scope out my surrounding and spot an undercover sitting across from me on a bench. The bastard thought he was inconspicuous but he stood out like a sore thumb.
Starting my car I speed off leaving him staring at my tail lights. They were always watching us but they could never charge us. We built this city. Without us they wouldn't even have their jobs that's how much influence we had. My great grandfather always said "never bite the hand that feeds you."
Driving down the crowded streets of Manhattan I don't even bother to stop for pedestrians. You can tell when you have a New Yorker crossing the street and an outsider. A New Yorker will curse you out and probably take a bat to your car while and outsider will lecture you about how pedestrians should go first.
I see Elliot's name pop up on my dashboard. What the hell could he be calling me for now?
"Grey." I snapped
"Hello little brother. Someone sounds like they need to get laid. Still upset about Kate's friend blowing you off last night?" Elliot laughs loudly. He was a bastard. I still couldn't get that girl out of my mind.
"Fuck off Elliot. What do you want?"
"Look pops says we have a job to do tonight. Something about Elena Lincoln's husband doing some kid trafficking. You know papa doesn't allow human trafficking in our turf. So we have to go speak with him." I cringe in disgust. Human trafficking? That was one of our biggest peeves. My father never allowed it in our streets. It was considered disgusting and only low lives did that shit.
"I got you Elliot. I'm heading to Ma's soon then we'll find that fucker together. Fucking kid trafficking that's disgusting fratello" Hanging up I speed up only to slam on my brakes causing a line of cars to curse me out. I didn't care though I was across the street from NYU and there was Ana talking to some douche bag.
I see him lean in and whisper in her ear and she bursts in to laughter. What the fuck? She gives me the cold shoulder and she's practically on top of this boy.
Driving off before I decided to get out of the car and strangle the kid I feel pissed. I was going to find a way to get Ana into my bed sheets but first I had business to attend to.
Fratello : brother
Mafioso: member of the mob
I hope you guys enjoyed this little chapter getting to know the Greys and their way of life we're about to see Christian in action both with the mob and trying to win Ana over. Right now he doesn't really love her he's trying to get laid lol silly boy.
