Harley tried to kick out once or twice at the dogs when Antonino interrupted her chirping. She jumped along with the dogs before she settled down on her chair, watching him and the dogs eat quietly. She remained quiet as he discussed what was to become of Freddie, and how her act of loyalty somehow, thank the gods, persuaded him to not sell her into prostitution. She deadpanned though at the mention of him owning her ass. She didn't like the idea of being owned any better than she liked the idea of Freddie being 'Fed to the Fishes' but she was grateful that this mob boss or whatever he was, was not going to hurt her or sell her to someone worse. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Her head perked up when he offered food but warned her about the strawberries. She looked at her fingers then the dogs and shivered speaking quietly so as not to upset the dogs, "Jesus...Alright Princess. I won't touch your berries...What? Fine. Big Boss guy...Canneloni dude? What should I call ya, then?"
She gave him an awkward smile, truly trying to not be a smartass, but she couldn't help not teasing him. He oozed control, and poking, the man' so to speak just became habit overtime. She figured most girls just bobble-headed in front of him, telling him what he wanted to hear. You cant respect someone who kisses your ass, so she would let him know that she could hold her ground if necessary. That thought dropped cold when she thought about Bruno and the way he pulled her hair or the dogs eating their meat. She could play this with stupid pride or with her smarts. She bit her bottom lip, patronizing herself for being rude to someone who could basically end her miserable existence with a command to the hellhounds behind her. She had to be more careful. Again, fuck you Freddie for getting me into this mess! Antonino didn't seem to notice her inner struggle and started talking about racing. She began to listen intensely, her green eyes looking at him with deep interest. The thought of her racing to save her life sent a deep thrill through her. She imagined going up to the speeds she only dreamed she could go, and an wicked smile crawled up her lips. More money than she could ever imagine in a year! She bit her lip trying to hide her smile when he winked at her. She blushed, looking away from him. He was way to handsome for his own good. She snuck off her seat and walked over to the fridge taking him up on his suggestion, as he went back to his food. She took a breath then spoke up, trying to sound confident, "Believe me, I'm good." She paused looking at the handles of the fridge, "I may be shit at everything else, but I live when I'm in my car."
She shook her head then opened the fridge getting a look at what was inside. Her eyes widened in wonder as she looked over everything, "Oh. My. God. Look at all this food! There are so many options. Oh, I could eat this or...this or...OH IS THAT SPAGHETTI! Dear god! You even have steaks in here!"
She turned around, giving him a cautious look, "Can I really eat this?"
She waited for his response, then shot him a warm smile, as she grabbed down a container of spaghetti and popped it into the microwave before she began looking for a fork. When she found one she turned back to the boss, "So...I race. I earn back my money. If...If I win back what he or I owe, do you still have to kill Freddie?" She looked down at the ground then back up at Antonino, "Don't get me wrong, he's dead to me, and I will never love him the way I did...but he's..my only family."
The microwave beeped and she pulled out the spaghetti container and moved to sit at the farthest part of the island, before she reconsidered and moved to sit right in front of the boss, her fork digging into the spaghetti, before she spoke up, feeling slightly more relaxed then she should have been in this situation, "Also..umm...can I leave, or is this 'Mine' situation involvin' me stayin' 'ere? Cause I have a cat, Mr Pickles, who I feed."
She gave him a puppy dog smile, and then took a bite of spaghetti, her eyes shutting slightly in ecstasy. She finished her bite and licked some sauce off of her lips, "God, this is good. So much betta than PB and J or pizza. The sauce is sooo delicious! Who made this? It's amazing!"
She ate with gusto, taking what she could, while she waited for him to answer. She hadn't eaten a meal like this for months, let alone meat that wasn't usually found on a pizza, and she wasn't missing her chance to eat as much of it as she could, if given the opportunity.