Angelina's POV
After going into my bedroom, I slide down the door and wait for Leo to leave. Not even 5 minutes later I hear the front door open and close.
I hold my head in my hands and take a deep breath. After I compose myself, I go to my bathroom and get all my cleaning supplies to clean the lifeless body I am yet to face once again.
I open the door and see 3 men dressed in black suits handling the body and cleaning the floors. They all have similar features making me wonder if they are siblings.
"Uh, hello?" I ask suspiciously, but none of them answer. "What are you doing in my apartment?" I ask again in a more authoritative manner.
"Our apologies madam, Mr Rossi sent us here to clean up the body and your floors," one of them says to me.
"It's alright...but I can do it," I say, walking toward them. They all have an identical tattoo running down their necks, in a straight line and fancy font.
It is an Italian saying "per la famiglia," meaning 'For family', and it has a wolf underneath it. The Sicilian mafia emblem.
"Sorry, ma'am, we got strict orders to clean the room; we can't let you do that," the other one says.
I didn't bother arguing back. "Fine, but when I'm back, you all better be gone, and if anything is missing so help me God, you will never be able to use those hands of yours again." I say, not that there is much for them to take.
The oldest of the three, who looks around 24 years old, looks at me and actually snorts. Yes, he snorts. Like a fucking pig. "What's so funny? " I ask, turning my head to the side in curiosity.
"I'm sorry but you? You look like you couldn't even hurt a fly," he says laughing at himself. The other two have their heads down while they continue working, not wanting to get involved.
I turn my back and then go into my room and shut the door "Vedete ragazzi, è piena di fottute minacce vuote, perché il capo si preoccupa di lei. Scommetto che è andata a piangere sul pavimento della sua camera da letto," (See guys she's full of fucking empty threats, why does boss even bother with her. I bet she's gone to cry on her bedroom floor) I hear the same man speak through the door in a hushed whisper.
"Ti farai ammazzare amico, da lei o dal capo. Non sai chi è, e se fosse la ragazza del capo?" (You're gonna get yourself killed, man, either by her or boss. You don't know who she is; what if that's boss's girl?) one of the others speaks up, and I grimace.
"Sì amico, puoi stare zitto prima di farci ammazzare tutti," (Yeah man, can you just shut up before you get all of us killed) the other one speaks.
"Non mentirò, è un bel pezzo di, ma dai, ragazzi, rilassatevi, cosa ha da perdere il capo, semmai potremmo fargli un favore, ha, lei ha una atteggiamenta" (I won't lie, She's a fine piece of ass, but come on guys, what the boss have to lose,? If anything, we may be doing him a favour, she's got an attitude) The oldest opens his big mouth again.
After grabbing my gun, I open the door, walk to the couch, and kneel on it to face the door and the area where they are all standing. I use the back of the couch as support for my body and hold my gun up.
"Oh look, she has a gun, where did you get that? From Scotty?" He laughs again. Scotty is a well-known arms dealer. The only catch is that he sells fake weapons for extremely high prices, claiming that they are imported from a neighbouring country. One who didn't know about him would be better off buying a Nerf gun.
"Yeah, actually, I did; let's test it out, shall we?" I say flatly turning it off safely.
I really want to shoot him.
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Labyrinth of Desire
RomanceLeonardo Rossi, the 25-year-old powerful and feared mafia king of the underworld, has always gotten what he wants. But when 19-year-old Angelina Costello, the long-lost daughter of the Costello family, resurfaces after being kidnapped as a child, sh...
