Omertà, Amore Mio

Chapter 5

Aufiero

Noelle rests her head on my shoulder gently. I can hear soft snores coming from her mouth. I sighed as I slowly removed her head, laying it on the arm of the couch.

"You will not love her Aufiero"I whispered to myself.

I'm attracted to her, no doubt, but I don't wanna be attracted to her. I don't want to feel anything towards her.

I walked into my room and sat on my bed. The fact that she was so clueless to the situation really angered me. I know her father has told her something about this business. He had to.

My eyes close and Noelle's face appears in my mind. "NO"I yelled, quickly opening my eyes. I didn't want to see her.

Noelle walks in completely catching me off guard. "Um, there's someone at the door. I didn't open it cause, ya know...."She trails off. I pursed my lips and walked to the door.

"Giovanni, wassup"I said letting him in. He looks between me and Noelle. "Vaspicci is dead"

A single tear rolls down his eye right eye. "We uh, we gotta go to the hospital to identify his body."He whispers. I've never seen Giovanni cry. I stood there, frozen, too afraid to move my feet. Vaspicci is dead. I just seen him this morning. I look back at Noelle who was standing in the room door. "Come on Noelle"I said.

Vaspicci is dead. He's dead. Gone. No coming back back. Vaspicci and I are the closest. Well, were. He was like an older brother to me. He always had my back. I always had his. I quietly bit down on my nails. I don't wanna identify his body. I don't wanna see him like that. It's too much. "Do you know who killed him?"

"Of course, it was Biagio"

"MERDA" I yelled. Giovanni sighed. "He thinks he has an advantage now but he doesn't. You're gonna take over. You- we have to take him and his people down, together"

Biagio was the leader of our rivals. The man that took Noelle. He's really fucking up. Killing Vaspicci is a mistake that he's really gonna regret.

We pulled into the hospital parking garage. Noelle was sound asleep in the backseat. I couldn't take any chances, shaking her forcefully, she jumped up and rolled her eyes. I didn't even have the energy to say something smart to her.

Giovanni, Maso, Vitale and I stood in the room all surrounding Vaspicci's body. Crespiano and Finostadi were watching Noelle. Vaspicci's body was burnt. Gunshot wounds were still visible. I looked to my right, Giovanni was standing next to me. He's still crying. I couldn't blame him though. Him and Vaspicci were close. Maybe even closer than I was with him. Maso nodded at me.

"You do know we're about to be ruthless as fuck. We're going after him and his people. I don't care who they're with, we're killing women and all"He proclaimed. "Agreed. We're making hits tonight. We have to."

"I think the russians had something to do with this. When we made the drop,they were eyeing Vaspicci continously. I didn't say anything but now I wish I would've"

"We'll take them out to then. No one is gonna get in our way of finding those papers. And we have to go harder now since Vaspicci is gone"I concluded looking back at Vaspicci's body lying on the table. "You know all the ropes right?"

"Of course, I mean, Vaspicci was gonna die one day, someone has to take over"

He nods. "And what about the girl?

"What about her?

"What are you gonna do with her? You're not gonna kill her are you?"

I shook my head, "Even though she doesn't know anything, she might be more valuable than we think"

"You're gonna have to let her communicate with people Aufiero, we're gonna look suspicous as fuck. She needs to talk to her family."

He was right but I can't risk her exposing what we do.

"And if she tells?"

He smiled, "uccidere il culo senza cominceranno"

We both laugh, "Come on, let's go"

The guys, Noelle, and I arrive at Vaspicci's house. His family is there. Funeral arrangements are being discussed. So far, his casket will be closed, of course. His mom isn't crying. She's not happy either. His mom has always been a very strong woman. Like when her husband died, she didn't shed one tear, well not one that I know of. She smiles at me. "Fiero, dear, would you like to speak at the service?"

I nod. His little sister brings out food. She smiles at me. I could imagine Vaspicci glaring at her and telling her not to look my way. "You will NEVER get involved with my friends, do you understand"He'd say. She would always get mad and storm off. Personally, I thought it was hilarious. His sister is only sixteen. I wouldn't dare have a relationship with her. Noelle shifts next to me.

Her jet black hair cascades down her shoulders. Her hair tie popped. She sighed and pushed her hair behind her ears. Her eyes are mahogany with

hints of grey around the the iris. It feels like her eyes are captivating my soul. I quickly look away. She didn't notice me staring.

The sun slowly drowned in the horizon, it's rays fading as it crept behind the clouds. The moon peeked down from the stars. A small smile appeared across my face as I looked down, prepared to walk inside. Noelle went straight to the room. I could she was tired and hurt. She hasn't spoken since what happened earlier. I don't feel bad for what I did to her. She needs to learn respect.

Walking down the hall, my eyes glanced at the picture of Vaspicci and I on my graduation day. His words float into my head. "I'm so proud of you, little porkchop"

He always called me porkchop back then. It was so weird. I looked at the bathroom door. A shower never sounded so good right now. I turn on the water and undressed.

The water collides with my skin, sending a warm sensation throughout my body. The steamy water relaxes me; it takes my mind off the situation with Vaspicci. I lean back on the wall, my legs become weak as she floats into my thoughts, catching me off guard.

Saying Noelle is beautiful would be an understatement. She is more than beautiful, she is jaw droppingly divine. The epitome of perfection. Her brown skin is flawless. It's really smooth. She probably only uses natural oils on her skin. Maybe thats why she always glows, no matter what the condition is. She was the kind of girl that another girl would hate. She radiated an intelligent beauty. Her face was inevitable; she was inevitable.

"Get a grip Aufiero, you're going soft. You're a killer remember, she'll never want you"My conscious says. I chuckle at myself.

What am I doing?

I scrub my body clean and rinse off, turning the water off when I'm finished. Drying off, I slip on a pair of boxer briefs and jeans with a black shirt. I brushed my hair out. I don't have time to dry it. I throw on a pair of shoes and go to wake up Noelle. She sleeping peacefully in bed but again, I can't take any chances.

I shake her and a couple times and she groans. "Get up, I have stuff to do"I hissed. She rolled over turning to face the wall. "Get the hell up"I hissed again. She still didn't flinch. My right fist came in contact with her back. She arched outward and whined. "Get the fuck up puttana"

She stood up, not bothering to look me in the eyes, and put on her shoes. A little remorse was in me but not that much. Disrespect will not be tolerated. At all.

uccidere il culo senza cominceranno- kill her ass without hestation