Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

"No doubt worried I'm going to escape." Which I would. My first attempt had failed, but it was only a matter of time before I succeeded.
"No, it's more than that." Cradling his wine glass, he leaned back in his chair. "I caught him looking at footage of you and Vincenzo in the winery." I straightened. "What?"
"It was so strange. He closed the window quickly, like he didn't want me to know." Ravazzani was watching me? Why? If I was on the estate then I hadn't escaped. "He's probably worried I will seduce Vincenzo and ruin his plans to marry us off."
Dimitri laughed. "Vincenzo is at least sixty years old. You'd give him a heart attack if you tried to seduce him."
I would never. Vincenzo was like the grandfather I never had. In a very short time I'd come to really like him. Unfortunately, there was a lot I liked about Italy and the estate. I was learning tons about grapes and plants, wine and oil. They even had bergamot trees, a citrus species native to Calabria that I hadn't seen before, and the fruit tasted sour and bitter and delicious.
And I couldn't handle the baby lambs and their cuteness. I'd already given them all names, and I looked forward to feeding them every day. We finished lunch and a crew member cleared our plates, while we took our bottle of wine to the deck chairs by the pool. The yacht had stopped in an inlet, a tiny cove with crystal clear water and no one else around. "We can swim here, if you'd like," Dimitri said. "Pool or sea?"
"The sea, definitely." We swam for a long time, jumping off the back of the boat into the water, splashing and floating, while music blared from the speakers. Dimitri was a lot of fun and it turned out we had similar taste in music, preferring old school hip hop to anything new.
Finally we flopped onto the deck chairs and asked the staff to make us fancy tropical drinks. I rubbed suntan lotion all over while Dimitri checked messages on his phone. It seemed like he had a lot of them, but I didn't pry. When we were sipping mai tais, Dimitri asked, "Did my father ever return your things?"
"Yes." My satchel had been waiting on my bed when I returned from the dungeon fiasco. "Though he still won't let me have a phone."
Dimitri chuckled. "I am not surprised. He's probably worried you will call the Guardia and report us."
I frowned, disappointed I hadn't considered it. I only thought about calling my sisters. For someone so eager to escape the clutches of the Ravazzani men, I wasn't trying too hard. Instead I was lying on a mega yacht, sipping cocktails on the Mediterranean.
Really rebellious, Tina . "I just want to talk to my sisters," I told Dimitri . "I'm not used to being out of touch with them for this long." Has it only been a week? It seemed like forever. But I was used to talking to my sisters every day.
Dimitri reached over, grabbed his phone, and handed it out to me. "There. Make any call you like."
I stared in amazement. "Are you serious?"
"Of course." I snatched the phone quickly, before he could change his mind. My eagerness only caused him to laugh. Then he surprised me again by standing up. "I'll give you some privacy. I have to speak to the crew about our return anyway."
"You are leaving me alone with your phone?"
"Why not? You already know all my worst secrets, Tina . And my father pays the Guardia enough to ignore any hysterical phone calls from Canadian tourists." He winked, then strolled away and left me with his phone.
Oh, my God. I started dialling Emma before I could blink. I called her because Gia often misplaced her phone and didn't answer. My sister answered after the first ring. "Hello?"
"Emma, it's me."
"Oh, my God. Tina ! Tell me you're okay." My entire body sagged in relief, so happy that tears sprang to my eyes. "I'm okay. I'm in Italy."
"Daddy told us what happened. We've been worried sick. Are you really marrying that man's son?"
"No. It's complicated." I didn't want to say anything more than that, just to be on the safe side. "How are you? How's Gia?"
"We're fine. I'm trying to get ahead in my advanced chemistry class this summer, so I've been a mess." I smiled. Emma took school very seriously. She was the smartest person I knew. "That's good, but don't forget to enjoy your break, too."
"I will, but this is more important. I want to get into a good…." She bit off the word but it hung there between us, unsaid.
I swallowed hard. Once I had also wanted to get into a good school. "You will, Em. You will. Is Gia around?"
"Yes." I could hear her moving, probably walking to Gia's room. "But before I let you go, tell me. Are you hurt? Are they mistreating you? Because I will tell Papà and he will come and get you."