Death And Love Poems (2) Mafia Romance

10. Off guard

Karyme

"Cosa stai facendo qui?/ What are you doing here?"

I am at a loss for words. What the fuck can I be doing here if not something I shouldn't.

I turn around carefully. A man in his fifties in a suit is looking sternly at me. He has hair only on the side of his head and tired eyes. On the plus side, he didn't shoot me. Yet.

"I..."

"What are you doing here? Answer?" He says in English, and presses on the world. "And make it convincing."

"Well, me and Don Stefano were trying to have a threesome with his girlfriend. He picked me up at a club last evening and promised me if I was going to leave Aziz I was going to have the best sex of my life and lots of money because Italians do it better and shit. A bitch is poor because Aziz is kind of stingy even if he has lots of money and says he loves me. He didn't want to buy me the new Chanel purse, so I jumped on the opportunity as I wanted to jump on his dick but he fell asleep while we were doing it. Then the jealous girlfriend kicked me out but I didn't want to go yet because I didn't get anything out of this deal so I tried to find myself a good place to hide and wait it out till he woke up." I am rambling like my life depends on this because it fucking does. I hope he will buy the dumb bimbo act.

The guy is staring at me frowning deeply and being annoyed beyond measure.

"Aziz al Rashid?" he just asks. "Are you his girlfriend?"

"Yeah... I guess I am. He said the L word to me in the car last evening but he didn't want to buy me that purse so I was testing my market value elsewhere. But don't tell him this. Also, don't tell him you saw me here. I think I will be on my way. This was a bad idea."

"Cazzo," he mutters under his breath. He looks at me as if he is judging if I should stay alive or not. He probably is.

Then my phone rings in my hand and we both shriek up. Aziz's name and number are shining on the display. He couldn't have possibly chosen a better moment. I hastily press the answer button before the guy can take away my phone.

"Babe, I am so happy to hear you. I love you too. I am sorry I didn't say it back last evening. Where are you? We can meet in an hour if you like. I bumped into your business partner Stefano and he and his girlfriend invited me over for tea. You can pick me up if you like. Sorry, I was so angry with you about the purse. I am waiting for you here, okay?"

Aziz doesn't say anything at first. No wonder after what I just dropped on him, but the eyes of the guy are about to bulge out of his head, and a vein is popping in his temple.

"I am on my way," answers Aziz. The guy is close enough to hear it and I am relying on that. If I calculated correctly, he is now judging if killing me is more pain than gain because Aziz might take it as a personal offense. As he might also take it as a personal offense that Stefano wanted to steal his girlfriend.

The guy walks inside the ominous room and looks around. He nods. Nothing is out of place because I didn't have time to touch anything.

"What? I didn't steal anything."

He closes the door.

"Stefano has a peculiar taste in art but that's all. That half-naked man covered in paint as if he were dead... I don't get modern art. Do you? Or never mind, I think I will go wait for habibi Aziz outside of here. See ya'."

He grabs my wrist. Oh fuck. Aziz didn't say how long it takes him to get here. If he needs to drive from Palermo it's about three hours. I can be dead and buried till he arrives.