The Girl At His Door [Parts I & II]

Chapter-5

"Why did you get three jars of honey?"

"I have allergies, it tastes good, and makes a very good sauce base." I shrugged.

"How does that have anything to do with allergies?"

"It's local honey, so taking a spoon full a day can help me get used to the area, thus being an all natural allergy suppression."

What? Culinary school isn't just about cooking.

The sound of Angelo sneezing from the other side of the bar counter interrupted us.

Does he have allergies too?

We had just gotten back from getting my things from the hotel I had been staying at.

"What do you guys want for lunch?" I asked, changing the topic.

"Yes." Gino answered quickly.

"A shot of whiskey." Angelo said.

"Charcuterie board it is then."

I got my knives out and began getting everything ready.

"Are you guys allergic to anything, or is there anything you absolutely don't eat?" I asked.

"No."

"No, you?"

I bet you can figure out who asked that question.

"I'm a vegetarian who is allergic to horseradish." I responded as I got the honey out.

Gino sat up, his eyes widened with curiosity.

"You got that from your mom, didn't you?"

"Which one?"

"The horseradish thingy."

"Yeah."

Angelo sneezed again.

"Alright, thats it. Angelo come over here and take some honey!" Gino yelled at him.

"I'm not taking a spoonful of honey!" He yelled right back.

Currently, he was typing away on his laptop, looking a mix of pissed off and tired.

How much work can a mafia boss have on a laptop?

"Mercury said that she wants you to."

Mercury did not.

"I've been here the entire time dumb ass."

"Yeah, well she whispered it." Gino tried.

"I'm sure she did." Angelo responded sarcastically.

I think Gino knew he wouldn't get anywhere with him, because he turned to me and grew a large smile before moving a seat closer to his brother.

"You know, Angelo, I've been thinking." He started.

"That never ends well."

"You should get my name tattooed on you."

Angelo stopped typing, looked up, and turned to his brother with an emotionless look in his eyes.

Robot.

"Gino, what the hell would possess me to get your name on me, for the rest of my life?"

He shrugged.

"Wait, no! We should get matching tattoos!"

"We already have the family crest on us, you idiot."