Mafia Boss✔

(2) The Mafia's Boss

 I was 14 when I wrote this in August 2015 but it's been through a lot over the last two years and it still isn't perfect but from the helpful critiques given I've improved my future writing.

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To say I was shocked was an understatement. I froze....completely! Not out of just shock but the mixture of rapid emotions flowing through me.

No way! Mafias were killers! How did my parents get their hands in mafia affairs? How?

"M-mafia?" I stammered in fear "W-why?"

"I'm not going to tell you just yet."  Cristiano said "There's still a lot of your past which is tangled in the affairs of the mafia."

My past? What the heck does my past have to do with mafia?!

The door opened making me jump and turn around. A tall handsome Italian boy entered and looked at me then at  Cristiano.

"Is this the girl?" he asked Cristiano

"Yes she is and a very pretty one too." Cristiano aid

"Hmm... she is rather pretty." he said eyeing mes up and down "What's your name?"

"Royalty." I stammered as nervousness took over.

He came closer to me and took my chin between his thumb and index finger and focused my head on him.

"Are you scared of me?" he asked

Hell YES!

"N-no." I replied

"Don't lie." he said

I shook my head again and he chuckled a little.

"I'm Geovanni Sañchez." the boy introduced himself

Like  Cristiano  Geovanni was a masterpiece of his own. His hair was a dark shade of brown and his eyes were also dark and very intense. I looked away a little in fear that he would bore a hole through me with those eyes of his. His accent was smooth but deeper than Cristiano's. I spotted a gun in his waist and shivered a little.

"How old are you?" Geovanni asked me still looking at me

"Sixteen." I answered

"Two years younger than me and three for Cristiano." Geovanni said "When's your birthday?"

"August 16."

He nodded and closed the door. I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding.

Well that was weird. He just started asking questions like we were friends or something.

Geovanni sat down in the arm chair next to Cristiano. The two pulled out their phones and began to converse in rapid Italian. From the manner in which they spoke I could tell it was typical teenage gossip on social media. I listened to them talk wishing I could at least understand what they were saying. I was brought out of my trend of thought when the door opened again.

"You're a lot different from what I expected." an Italian voice said and I turned around to face the speaker

Wow.....

The second I laid eyes on him I knew he was related to Cristiano. Both boys were the splitting image of each other. The boy at the door was a few inches shorter and from his looks I could make out he was the younger brother of the two. His hair was the same jet black color but a lot curlier than Cristiano's. He had the back cut low and it got higher until there was a thick curly mass at the top of his head but his tips weren't dyed.