Omertà, Amore Mio

Chapter 1

I admit, it is pretty stupid of me to be walking home by myself but what else am I supposed to do. The buses don't run this late and I let my friend hold my car for the day. She needed it to go to Oregon. I gave it to her because I'm a nice person. Maybe too nice sometimes.

I continued my walk down Magnolia Street. It was empty. Not a soul in sight. I quickened my pace just in case someone was in the dark. "Dammit"I cursed under my breath. I tripped.

"Geez, watch where you're laying dude"I scoffed.

He didn't say anything. I rolled my eyes and stood up brushing myself off. My shirt felt cold and sticky. I couldn't really see what it was because of the darkness. There was a dark puddle pooling next to his head. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I turned on the flashlight, shining it at his head.

"Oh my god"I gasped. My hand shivered as I raised it to my mouth. The man was dead. I didn't know whether to scream or all 911. My conscious goes with 911.

"911, what's your emergency"

My voice starts to become choked up. "I- I tripped over a man and he- he's dead"

"Okay ma'am what is your address?"

"1738 Magnolia Street"I told her. It was the address of the house I was standing in front of. Still shaking, I put my phone back in my pocket. My eyes began to tear up. Who would kill someone and leave their body on the sidewalk? It was obvious he was killed. He had  4 bullets in his head. Whoever did this was extremely ruthless.

"Now sweetheart, don't you know not to go meddling in someone else's business" A deep voice mumbled in my ear. His cold breath tickled my neck making me shiver. All the blood rushed to my face. Slowly turning around, I'm met with the face of a stranger. I gulped and he chuckled.

Thinking quickly, I bring my foot to his lower area. He screamed out in pain as I began running. I can hear his heavy footsteps behind me. My legs began to feel tired. "No, keep going"I think to myself.

I keep running until I no longer hear his footsteps. I stand still to catch my breath. "Dumb puttana" is the only thing I hear before I fall to the ground.

-Next Morning-

I awake with a massive headache. My eyes slowly scan the room. The setting is unfamiliar. The room is an average size. Bed, tv, closet, dresser. Sitting up, I crawl out of the bed. My legs are pretty sore. Where the heck am I? I look down at my feet and the events from last night come rushing into my mind.

Walking towards the door, I turn the knob slowly. There's no one in the hallway but I hear voices.

"Oh, come on out fiorellino"

A group of men are sitting on the couch to the right of me. I press my lips into a thin line before exiting the room. They all smile at me except one. He stares at me quietly. My legs become weak just by looking at him. He breaks the stare and looks at the other men. I can tell he's not the one from last night.

"Have a seat, fiorellino". It's him. He pats an empty space between him and another guy. "What the hell is a fiorellino"I spat. The attitude was clear in my voice. He narrowed his eyes. "It means little flower, now sit down"He said. I sat down next to him and once again, "he" was staring at me again. They were all having a deep discussion about some movie on television except "him".

He had a handsome face with a defined jaw line. A very chiseled face might I add. His dark grey eyes could literally see through your soul. Well, that's what it felt like to me. His thick eyebrows were shaped into a perfect arch that outlined the curve of his eyes. His long nose hooked over his lips which were now pursed. His dark hair was neatly style and it looked like he'd just ruffled his hands through it. His demeanor definetly gave off a sense of authority. He smirked and looked away as his jaw clenched.

My heart fluttered.

This always happens. Whenever I see an attractive person, no matter what the circumstances are, I always go weak. Always. I continued to watch him as his lips quirked up into a smile. One of the men had referenced a line from the movie. I looked to my left and reality hit me. I'm not even home.

"Um, excuse, when am I going home?" I asked. "He" chuckled. "non si sta andando a casa, innamorato". I gave him a blank expression. He clearly knew I couldn't understand what he said. His accent was immensely thick. The man next to him laughed, "He said you're not going home sweetheart".

My mouth closed into a thin straight line. "I am going home. You can't keep me here against my consent. That's illegal"I said. "Everything we do is illegal fiorellino". I can feel my heart in the pit of my stomach. "Are you guys in the mafia?"

They all looked at each other and smiled. "Now you definetly can't go home"

I looked at the man who knocked me out last night. He smirked. "See what happens when you call the police". I rolled my eyes. "My family will find me. I won't be here for long"I said. "He" stood up. He was about 6'4. He shook his head at me before walking away.

There was no way I was gonna stay here forever. I know my family will come looking for me. They have to. I fiddle my fingers in my lap. Jesus, why did I let her hold my car? Why did this have to happen to me? "Am I gonna die?"I asked. "Most likely"One of them replied. I closed my eyes. Great.

Night fell, and once again, I was in the same room I woke up in. I could try to escape but I know they'll find me. I don't wanna take any risks. Also, this place is covered with security. I won't even make it to the front door. The house is quiet. Hopefully everyone is asleep. I threw my legs out from under the fancy light blue duvet and walked out the room.

Like I said, security was outside the front door. I could see their silhouette's from the window. I walked past the door and into the kitchen. There was no way I was escaping tonight. I flicked on the kitchen light and nearly fell. "He" was standing there in pajama pants drinking water. His pants were hanging so loose off his waist that if he moved, they'd fall down. He quickly turned around, nearly dropping his cup. He had tattoos on his chest and his arms. "Were you trying to run away?". I shook my head. "Good cause if you do, I'll find you"He said. He walked towards me. His skin seemed to glow in the bright kitchen lights, the olive of his well toned body almost gleaming. His face was inches away from mine.

He cupped my face with his hand. "Me and you are gonna have a nice time together"He whispered. His breath smelled of garlic bread. It was a weird smell but it smelt good coming from him. My insides almost melt as his hand falls, slightly touching my arm. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, you're not staying here. You'll be with me. I mean, it's obvious that you want me. I saw the way you were looking at me. Don't hide it sweetheart. Funny though because you can't have me."

He backed up and looked at me from head to toe. "You don't really have anything to offer."He said. "Also, get back to your room. You don't want Vaspicci to find you out here. He'll kill you". I bit my lip. "Vaspicci?"

"The leader. He killed the man you tripped over. He's ruthless. You better be lucky I'm taking you off his hands"

"And why are you taking me off his hands?"

"Because, I'd rather kill you myself"

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