The Mafia And Me

Chapter Eight

Angelo Rossi's POV

"Che diavolo ti prende? Qual è il tuo piano qui?" (What the hell is wrong with you? What is your plan here?) Raoul whisper yells at me.

"Non sono sicuro a cosa ti riferisci a Raoul." (I am not sure what you are referring to Raoul.) I sneer at him. I don;t knoww what on earth he is questioning me about. So we had a moment. Oh well. It's not like I acted on my desires.

"Qual è il tuo punto di vista qui? Stai cercando di renderla un'altra delle tue puttane? Non ti permetterò di farle del male. Mi hai nominato la sua guardia del corpo per un motivo, i miei compiti includono proteggerlo da te! (What is your angle here? Are you trying to make her another one of your whores? I will not let you hurt her. You made me her bodyguard for a reason, my duties include protecting her from you!) He yells not jabbing me in the chest with his finger.

"Lei è molto più di una puttana. Lei è innocente nel nostro mondo. Devo dire che sento cose che non sentivo dai tempi di Christina. La differenza tra i due è che Scarlett è più tagliata per il nostro mondo di quanto lo fosse Christina. Scarlett è una tosta, è intelligente, gentile, leale e tenace come un chiodo. Non so cosa potrebbe succedere, posso dirti che ogni fibra del mio essere vuole tenerla stretta e non lasciarla mai andare." (She is way more than a whore. She is innocent in our world. I will say, I am feeling things I have not felt since Christina. The difference between the two is Scarlett is more cut out for our world than Christina was. Scarlett is a badass, she is smart, kind, loyal and tough as nails. I don't know what may happen, I can tell you every fiber of my being wants to hold her tight and never let her go.) I reply, hanging my down.

I don't know what I am doing here. Christina was easy, she came onto me. I knew what she was after the moment we met. Still, I fell head over heels just for her to stab me in the back and give the Russians inside info on my operation for a payday. Little did she know the Russians are ruthless and killed her after they got what they wanted. Then they sent her head to me in a box to rub it in my face.

"Sicuramente non è Christina. Qualsiasi stupido può capirlo. Non ha idea di cosa significhi veramente il mondo. È nostro compito tenerla al sicuro dopo aver salvato Roberto. Metti da parte i tuoi sentimenti e fai ciò che è giusto per lei." (She is definitely not Christina. Any fool can see that. She has no clue what the world really entails. It is our job to keep her safe after saving Roberto. Push your feelings aside and do what is right for her.) he tells me softly. I know he is right. I just don't know how long I can keep acting like there's nothing there. At least on my end. I can't read her mind, but I can read her body. The way she reacts to my presence makes me think there is something on her end as well.

"Hai ragione ovviamente. Sono i suoi occhi a racchiudere la meraviglia. Ho incontrato solo un'altra persona con quegli occhi, te lo ricordi?" (You're right of course. It's her eyes that hold the wonder. I have only met 1 other person with those eyes, do you remember him?) I look at him intently.

"Lorenzo e Lena. Certo che ricordo. Era il braccio destro di tuo padre." (Lorenzo and Lena. Of course I remember. He was your fathers right hand man.) he says quietly. I see the wheels in his head turning, just like they are in mine.

It would explain a lot. Why she was raised by a cop. Why she was trained from a young age to handle herself in any situation she may find herself in. The only person I could ask is long since dead. I could call in some favors and find out her background. Maybe there is something there.

"Stai pensando quello che penso tu stia pensando? Pensi che Scarlett sia la figlia scomparsa?" (Are you thinking what I think you're thinking? You think Scarlett is the daughter that disappeared?) he questions looking like his mind is reeling with this insight.