Thank you for reading, and I'm really glad you guys like this! For those who claim I am "copying off of Soular's story" remind yourself that my story has barely started, and it's not even close to completed. Since you don't have
any
idea what I'm planning on going with this story, I'd advised that you keep your negative, untrue, thoughts to yourself. Anyway, enjoy this chapter!
*Lyzette
6 hours later, the group landed in LAX, greeted by a hotel manager and a bell hop. "Good evening Mr. DeMarca," the man grinned wide, and shook Alex's hand.
"Yes, it is," Alex replied, pulling Nikki closer to him. He'd just caught the bell hop staring at her a bit longer then he should have, so Alex wanted to make it clear who she belonged to. "How are you, my friend?" Alex asked with a straight face and menacing eyes. The man was now timid, barely making eye contact with Alex or Nikki.
"Oβokay..." the answer came out softly, which made Nikki want to slap Alex. She didn't need him defending her. She could do it her damn self.
Mya glanced at Nikki, who looked back at her with a threatening stare. Fuck your best friend! Mya shrugged, not really caring either way. She'd pretty much proven her point that there was more to why Alex wanted Nikki around, and all she had left was to find out why Nikki stuck around. "So are we leaving?"
The balding man pushed his glasses up and nodded quickly. "Yes, of course. Right this way," he lead the group through the large airport, talking the whole time. Nikki looked around, and couldn't help but notice that everyone was looking at them. Like they were movie stars or something equally interesting.
"My cousin Vinny," Alex whispered in Nikki's ears, when they reached airport pick-up.
"The movie?" Nikki asked, scrunching her nose up. That wasnt exactly on her top five favorite move list.
Alex laughed inside, and bit his lip to keep it from escaping. "No, my cousin Vinny lives here, in California. The reason why those people were staring was because they know we're related."
Nikki nodded, feeling extremely dumb. But how the hell was she supposed to know? "So are we like, visiting him?"
"No, we're making sure he doesn't fuck this up." Mya answered, pouring Nikki a glass of champagne.
"Fuck what up?" Nikki inquired, taking a sip. Shit this is good! She thought, staring at the glass as if what made it so good would magically appear.
"Fuck up the new restaurant he's been begging Alex to open since last year." Cyrus answered, before downing his own glass.
Mya smiled a little at the confused look on Nikki's face. "Cousin Vinny is somewhat of a dipshit. He focuses more on the honeys then he does the money."
Nikki nodded, making it known that she got it. She turned to look out the tainted window of the limo all of them were sharing. Nikki actually thought it funny that they all traveled in a group. In most mob movies she'd seen, they usually separated, as to not have them all die at the same time or something. "How long are we staying again?"
"A week," Alex finally spoke up, after being silent for most of the conversation. He was looking out the window as well, his grey eyes seeming like they were deep in thought. Nikki looked at Mya, who was sitting to the right of her. Mya shook her head, indicating that she'd explain anything later on. Nikki nodded, and tried to cuddle up closer to Alex, but he remained cold and hard to her touch making Nikki feel a little uneasy. She couldn't really understand how bad this Vinny character could be.
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