Ineffable

12

"Well, well. If it isn't the focosa principessa of the Russians" says a mischievous voice from behind me. (Fiery princess)

Well fuck. I close my eyes in frustration as I regret to turn around.

But, he is the mafia leader of the Italians, and I (though we are not allies) am from the Russian mafia. So despite my deepest disappointment I still have to reply to him.

"Well, well, if it isn't his highness, the king" I reply as he comes in front of me still holding a very annoying smirk.

He invites himself to sit across me and asks "so what does this focosa principessa have to do in this area? Far away from home, aren't you?"

"None of your business, and my name is Ivanna." I snap back, still not eating the delicious food placed in front of me because I'm too busy trying to figure out what the hell he wants.

"Right, but why aren't you eating? please don't let me stop you out of courtesy" he says, still with that damned smirk!

"Like I give a fuck about courtesy, and I don't have to explain myself to you, whether I eat or not is none of your concern" I reply back smoothly.

"But let me ask you something, why are you here? You flew from Italy to Russia because both our families and friends were hosting a party, I expected you to be back in Italy already. And with your sister announcing her pregnancy, congratulations to her, but I thought you'd go back to Italy as fast as possible" I ask.

" you're right, we were supposed to go early...well, everyone but me," he says, I raise my brow indicating a question.

"I have work. I had some meetings for me to attend back in Italy, but it would be easier if I didn't have to fly back as fast as I came, Russia is a beautiful place, you know. So we decided to place our meetings here" he says leaning back on his chair.

"We?" I ask. "Me and my workers" he replies. I nod.

"So you flew your workers which I assume is a hell lot of people, all the way to Russia because it's "beautiful"? ". I ask again.

He chuckles and says "it's not a lot of people, maybe 15-18 people."

" and this is the Russians area...the don of the Italians and his men can't just stay here as they please, you need permission from my brother, or this could be considered trespassing," I say seriously.

"Your right, except I asked your brother, the don, for a favor and he seemed happy to oblige. After all, if he wasn't I wouldn't be here talking to you, now would I? Now quit trying to kick me out of here, and eat" he says just as seriously.

I roll my eyes but I didn't eat. "Very well..." I say but the tension was thick as fuck...there was nothing for me to ask him so a few moments went by with us awkwardly sitting. But he didn't seem to notice.

"Good lord!....you should eat." He suggests with a sly smile. "You saying it like that is making me wonder if you poisoned it" I reply.

"DON'T INSULT MY FOOD!" Victor shouts.
"-And that poor boy has done nothing to it! So you better eat it before it loses its deliciousness, you hear me?!" He shouts again.

The cruel man in front of me chuckles. "Yes victor I know...but 'poor boy'? He's a fucking mafia don" I say rolling my eyes.

"And you are the deadliest assassin, your point?" He says walking up to us.

I scoff as he puts down a plate in front of Luca, the same thing I ordered. He smiles at Luca and says "don't mind her, please enjoy our best meal, it's on the house!"

"Thank you" Luca replies...politely..?

"See? He has better manners than you, who taught my precious daughter to swear" he shouts. I scoff again not replying.

That's it...Imma eat! this shit looks too delicious to wait. I grab the utensils and cut a piece.

The moment I put it into my mouth I feel like I've reached heaven itself, I moan out loud at how good it is! I've fucking missed this.

He chuckles, and says "you sure like peaches, my dear Theá" I without thinking nod my head like a kid. It's so fucking good!

I look at him for a second "don't call me that" I say, "what?" He says innocently. "Don't call me whatever it was that you called me" I say putting another peach inside my mouth

Lmao sorry for everyone who doesn't like peaches

"Why not?" He asks, so very innocent. "I don't like it" I reply, "why not?" He asks again. I look at him again in frustration but I don't say anything and continue eating.

"Let's play something," he says taking a bite out of his food. I raise a brow at him. "Let's play 20 questions" he answers.

"Very cliché" I comment. "But, I've got nothing else to do so why not?" I reply. "Okay, so I'll start?" He asks. I nod.

"Ok, so random question....what's your opinion on the law," he asks. I reply "it's weird for a mafia citizen to be asking about the law, but I think it's necessary...for normal citizens."

"Ah right," he nods "my turn, how forgetful are you?" I ask. He laughs and replies "that's very random, but I have a tendency to forget useless shit"

"Do you also have a tendency to forget the law?" I ask wording his own question differently. "Yeah, as I said, useless shit" he replies, and once I understand what he said I let out a laugh.

He smiles and says "you asked me two questions so I get to ask you two" I nod and reply "alright, shoot."

"Can you fight well?" He asks. I look at him and reply "okay, first of all: stupid question, second of all: if I couldn't you wouldn't be here talking to me"

"Right, so I get one more question. And that is...do you wanna fight me?"

Tadaaaa! Sorry for not updating! I had a lot of adjusting to do so I got caught up. Enjoyyy!
I'm still not completely sure about this draft so I might edit it a bit.

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