Groaning, I decide to open it.
The Devil’s Spawn:Where the fuck are you?
I decide to leave him on read and take a bite out of my pizza, moaning in delight.
There’s nothing like pizza in Rome, everywhere else in the world is doing it wrong.
My phone dings again.
The Devil’s Spawn:Ragazza. If you don’t tell me where you are, I will find you and throw you over my shoulder in front of all of Rome.
I leave him on read again. Suck it, asshole. I hear another ding five seconds later.Clingy much.
The Devil’s Spawn:So be it, have it your way.
Yeah right. There’s no way he’s going to find me. He should just accept his fate.
Going back to eating my pizza, I enjoy every bite of it and I people watch while shoving it down my throat. I like to take in my surroundings as much as possible. I hear a ring come from the door, and see a fuming Mr. Donatello walk in. I jolt in shock. Not even looking around, he beelines straight for my table.
Leaning up against my chair, I press my whole body into it hoping that it consumes me. Yanking my wrists, he pulls me towards him, and his chest collides with mine.
“What did I say?” he growls.
“I don’t know, what did you say again?” I try to seem clueless.
“Have you checked your phone?”
“Oh, you mean the texts. I don’t think that’s considered words coming out of—” I squeal as Mr. Donatello throws me over his shoulders.
“What the fuck are you doing!”
“Staying true to my word.” Keeping one arm wrapped around my body, he reaches his other arm into his pocket. He yanks it out with one arm while his other is still wrapped around my thighs. He pulls out about twenty-five euros and throws them on the table. Shoving the wallet back into his pocket, he walks me out while I’m hanging over his shoulder. I start hitting his back with my arms.
I’m not six, but I want off.
“Why are you such an asshole?”
“That’s a good question.” He sighs as we walk down a few blocks before he stops abruptly. I snap my head up, wondering why he stopped and then see the Vatican within eyesight.
“Are you going to let me down now?” I growl.
“Nope.”
“I swear to God, Luca, if you don’t put me down, I will figure out how to put a curse on you.”
“In your dreams,ragazza.”
“That’s what you say now, but once you see a dead crow on your doorstep, you’ll think differently.” He pulls me off his shoulder and drops me down onto my feet. I wipe down my clothes and look up at him with a scowl.
“I stay true to my word. You’d do well to learn that now.” I look at him for a second. Just because he goes by his word does not mean that he has to throw me over his shoulder like I’m a child. I could obviously jump off, but today was not the day to break my skull open. I stare at the Vatican’s exterior in fascination. It’s definitely a wonder, but I’m curious about what it’s like on the inside. When I came to Rome last time, I didn’t get to see the interior. I’ve always wanted to go in but haven’t gotten the chance.
“Are you ready to go in,ragazza?”
“Oh, so we are going in?” He walks way too fast for my liking, and I run to catch up. Making our way to the entrance on the other side of the cathedral, where we wait in line to enter.
We had to go through fucking immigration. I am well versed in history, but why is the Vatican its own country?
Someone, please explain.