Death And Love Poems (2) Mafia Romance

43. Embrace it

Roxana

This isn't my first rodeo but it's the first time a guy tells me he wants to wear my eyes around his neck.

And it's a guy I don't know at all and haven't pissed off personally. So why the fuck am I here?!

"Por que você quer nos machucar?/ Why do you want to hurt us?" My voice is calmer than expected.

"Porque seu namorado tomou uma decisão muito ruim. Ele acha que pode fazer o que quiser./ Because your boyfriend took a bad decision. He thinks he can do what he pleases."

You don't look like the good guy and Thiago doesn't want to wear anybody's eyes around his neck so I guess justice is with him. But we are tied up and you have guns so...

"Ele está arrependido. Thiago, diga isso a ele. O que quer que ele tenha feito, ele pode desfazer./ He is sorry. Thiago, tell him that. Whatever he did, he can make it right."

Thiago looks bad. He got hurt more than me in the crash. There is blood on the whole left side of his body and he breathes heavily.

"Ele está muito ferido. Eu cuidarei para que ele faça isso. Juro./ He is very hurt. I will take care that he does. I swear."

"Você é tão doce. Mas acho que fazer desaparecer o filho do futuro presidente mostrará às pessoas que não podem foder com a gente./ You are so sweet. But I think making the son of the future president disappear will show people that they cannot fuck with us."

Who are 'us'? Probably a gang but which? Not that I know the delinquents of this continent or that it really matters at this point. This is my damn fate, maybe I should just embrace it. I will never get rid of the mob. 

"Mas seu pai é muito ameaçador e muito preocupado com sua família. A trágica morte de seu filho e futuro neto fará dele um mártir e ele vencerá as eleições com certeza e então usará o poder para te foder de volta./ But his father is very frightening and very concerned about his family. The tragic death of his son and future grandson will make him a martyr and he will win the elections for sure and then he will use the power to fuck you back." Oh, I hope I said it correctly in a way that he understands.

There is something glittering in his eyes. He gets it.

"Você pode entrar na cabeça das pessoas, Loirinha. Não sei se gosto disso./ You can get into people's heads, Blondie. I don't know if I like that."

He stands up and my rather immobile body bumps on the concrete ground. Then, just as he came, he disappears out the door and we are again in the dark.

I am crawling to Thiago.

"You shouldn't have talked to him," he whispers.

"I was tied up in his lap, what else could I have done?!" I whisper back irritated. "Who is he?" Thiago doesn't seem to be that hurt, he just didn't want to interact with the crazy dude. 

"The son of a drug lord we arrested."

"But do these guys just know your name?"

"They usually don't but he is not any drug lord, but one of the biggest in Brazil."

"Well, shit. Did this happen before?"

"No, not really. And on top of that, they would be afraid of my dad to do anything to me but this guy is crazy. Literally. Roxana, he is a serial killer. It is rumoured that he really keeps the eyes of his victims."

"Lucky me. I always attract the guys that like to cut out body parts."

"What? That's not funny."

"It wasn't really a joke. Look, Thiago, we need to do something."