Rihai

Due

"Quegli stronzi ti hanno aggredito ieri sera?" Romeo slammed his fist on the table making his wife flinch and the other two ladies jump. His brothers were all too familiar with his outbursts. So they honestly didn't care.

(Those fuckers attacked you last night?)

Every morning all six of them sat together and had their breakfast. The only meal they always shared together, since the men mostly came home way past dinner. "Ho inviato a nostro suocero i dettagli. si occuperà di loro." Armando shrugged before cutting into his omelet.

(I sent our father in law the details. He will deal with them.)

The brothers always discussed their business in Italian. They haven't told their wives that people want them dead. That's a stress they don't want their wives to have. Another fist banged on the table. Romeo was seething.

"Enough Romeo! Eat your food, we have to leave." His anger didn't waver but he for once listened to his elder brother. The rest of the breakfast went by quietly. The women didn't say anything, they never do. It's the men's business. Of blood and gore. They have no reason to be a part of it.

Armando's phone rang. He picked the device up and nodded at his brothers. "I'll wait for you two outside." Aadya eyed his plate which still had a slice of bread left. He picked it up to take it on the go. Since she has come into his life, he has stopped leaving food in his plate. That is pretty much the only thing she could teach him.

He bent forward and dropped a soft kiss on her mouth. Her eyes fluttered, having the soft feel of him against her. "Non fare niente di stupido, mio dolce." She frowned at him, and he gave her a dazzling smile. He doesn't want her to know what he said. Because then she will pick the whole house over her head and ruin his peace.

(Don't do anything stupid, my sweet.)

She had a tendency of doing the stupidest and silliest things in the world. He once found her trying to cook rice in the oven. She wanted a crispy layer on top of them. Stupid woman. Another time she picked a mice out of God knows where and kept it as her pet, hidden away from him until he found the thing biting into his shoes. She had to let it to then.

Another time when he got home, without a single greeting she spewed weird words at him and told him it's the poetry she wrote. Then she went ahead and asked what he thought of it. It was the most nonsensical blabber he had ever heard but he couldn't tell her that, if he did then she would tell him how he had no taste or sense of poetry. So he simply told her it was nice. Then he got the taste of something he actually liked.

However annoying she might be, she was his wife. His to look at, his to fuck, his to give. So he gave her all he could, as far as he could without having to bare his heart to her. Because that's a mistake men like him can't make.

Aurelio finished his meal as well, he got up from his seat without a word or goodbye. One of his brothers only cared about torturing people to death, the other would rather drink acid than watch all that gore. Aurelio was the anchor between these two extreme personalities. He didn't have the bloodlust Romeo did, but he didn't spend his days behind a computer trying to avoid it at all costs either. Because this was inescapable. He was the Godfather, he can't abandon his Mafia. Alot of lives rely on him.

Romeo followed his brother suit, but not before turning to kiss his wife goodbye. The small, innocent peck he dropped on Adhira's lips turned wilder. Their lips mingled and he held her close.

Aadrika found her husband's wallet on the table picked it up and went after him. Anything to avoid the make-out her sister, and brother in law were having. But in her hurry she left behind poor Aadya who had nowhere to go. She simply sat there, staring into her plate, avoiding looking up. The couple pulled away, finally giving each other room to breathe.