piccolo tesoro

Its Arabella

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August 22nd 2022

I'm not going to lie and say I never expected this conversation to happen. Arabella is very obviously stubborn and anxious. Her need for control on life is showing, it often does.

And if it didn't effect my plans of having her not hate me, I would find it adorable and tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

"When we 'met' in the alley, that's not when I first met you." She looks at me with this little confused face, yet she doesn't interrupt.I clench my hands around my desk again, "About a month ago, I saw you at the book store. The one you work at. I saw you and I" Don't be a pussy, " I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, you had this thing about you that made me want you, and you didn't even have to say a word. I wanted to approach you, but I didn't. So I left." She wasn't looking at me now, but I could see her grow nervous as she dug her nails into the palms.

"When I saw you in the Alley, I immediately recognized you. This time I had the control. I was going to just talk, try to get you to want to know me. But then..." I glance down at the necklace that followed down her shirt.

She furrowed her eye brows staring back at me until I moved my eyes back to her, "What."

She looked vulnerable and worried like she had done something wrong, "Nothing you did Bambina, I saw your necklace"

She immediately looked down at the necklace she always wore. The light silver chain that ended with a silver tag that said 'имущество.' I was fully confident she had no idea what it mean. Next to the tag was a light emerald jewel dangling aswell. I couldn't see it now but I had it memorized, every member of the Italian and Russian mafia did.

I remove my eyes from hers as I reach to her neck grabbing the necklace from the bit around her neck and pulling the rest out of her shirt. I stare at it intensely as I feel her shiver with the lack of distance, "It's a family necklace, yes?"

she nods. I look at her harder, as much I would love to punish her now isn't the time. She quickly reads my face and responds, "Yes sir." Her lip is moved back in between her teeth moving her big eyes up to look at me again.

I'm not supposed to be hard right now. But those doe eyes as she looks up at me make my thoughts wander.

Fuck. Snap out of it.

I swiftly move my hands calmly over my hard on before continuing the conversation, "Where did you get it Tesoro?"

She takes a second to speak, probably trying to maintain her stutter. Whenever she talks it's like she's afraid to speak because of it, it's not something she should be ashamed of. She finally speaks playing with her hands and looking past my eyes, "I'm not for sure, But it being hereditary only makes sense. When my mother passed away, I found it in a box under her bed. M-my father he told me to never take it off. He said I-I looked beautiful, just like my mother wearing it. One of the only nice things he's said to me" She mumbled the last part.

I rack my brain trying to decide my next move, for the first time I'm being cautious of what I'm saying, "That necklace is what symbolizes you are a Genoese"

She shakes her head,"My name is Arabella-"

I interrupt her immediately trying to get her to understand, "Genoese"

"No, N-No its Morana" I see her hands start to shake, something i've noticed about her when she's anxious. Something I find familiarity in.

I looked down at the beautiful girl on the ground in the dark alley. Her hands were shaking as she avoided looking at me. Why are you so scared piccolo una?